This evening I was talking on the phone (in Japanese), and I noticed that my daughter was pointing at me and laughing. When I was finished I asked her what she thought was so funny.
"You looked like ji-chan (grandpa) while you were talking. Every time you said "thank you" you bowed. Why do you bow when you're talking on the phone!? It looks really funny!"
"I was NOT bowing on the telephone!"
"Yes you were. I saw it. You did it 4 times!"
Hmmm...
Showing posts with label ungracefully growing old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ungracefully growing old. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Monday, October 03, 2011
Anatomy of a Bad Day
1. Go to bed early the night before. Get lots of sleep.
2. Wake up with a headache.
3. Drive half way to work, and then remember that you have an appointment to get your car's safety inspection done.
4. Drive back to town, take your car to the service station, and pick up a replacement car for the day.
5. Drive to work. Realize that you left your office key with your car keys.
6. Have university staff open your office for you. Make coffee and prepare for work.
7. Realize you have left your glasses at home. You can't read anything without your glasses, so you can't work.
8. Drive home to get your glasses.
9. When you arrive home, remember that your house key is also with your car keys--at the car shop.
10. Drive to the car shop to get your keys.
11. Drive to your house to get your glasses.
12. Drive to work.
13. Have lunch.
14. Wonder what else you've forgotten to do today...
A few hours later...
15. Try to remember the color and make of the replacement car. And where the fuck you parked it...
2. Wake up with a headache.
3. Drive half way to work, and then remember that you have an appointment to get your car's safety inspection done.
4. Drive back to town, take your car to the service station, and pick up a replacement car for the day.
5. Drive to work. Realize that you left your office key with your car keys.
6. Have university staff open your office for you. Make coffee and prepare for work.
7. Realize you have left your glasses at home. You can't read anything without your glasses, so you can't work.
8. Drive home to get your glasses.
9. When you arrive home, remember that your house key is also with your car keys--at the car shop.
10. Drive to the car shop to get your keys.
11. Drive to your house to get your glasses.
12. Drive to work.
13. Have lunch.
14. Wonder what else you've forgotten to do today...
A few hours later...
15. Try to remember the color and make of the replacement car. And where the fuck you parked it...
Saturday, September 17, 2011
From the Department of Aptly Named Stuff
Recently my kid got fitted up with a set of some new-fangled braces. They cost about as much as a half-decent used car. They also, apparently, require about the same amount of maintenance and financial upkeep. I went with her to the dentist the day they were ready. I asked the dentist to give me the English phrase for this wondrous piece of dental technology, that I might research it and understand it...
It's called an "expansion screw."
On the plus-side, I remember getting fitted for something called a "spacer" many years ago. It involved a drunken dentist who had no concept of anesthesia and a couple of welders...
It's called an "expansion screw."
On the plus-side, I remember getting fitted for something called a "spacer" many years ago. It involved a drunken dentist who had no concept of anesthesia and a couple of welders...
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Unrelated Segments
Writing, writing, writing.... Whatever...
These days I'd rather take pictures or listen to tunes or drink beer or hang out or all of the above. Writing? Or, more properly, writing for pleasure? Way down on the list of "necessary things." Right up there with going to the dentist and shit...
It's like talking--sometimes you feel like it, sometimes you don't. Sometimes you feel like it but you can't. Sometimes you can but you don't. Or won't.
I don't trust words anymore. Not mine, not yours.
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Recently I've decided that I need more exercise. It's kinda like when, every once in a while, I "decide" to quit smoking. I've done this sort of thing before. Many times, actually. There's a general feeling of well-being and accomplishment. It feels good. Then one night I have a few beers and begin thinking that, hey, this isn't *really* you, Rick. You smoke and drink and generally don't give a shit about your health. What the fuck are you doing? And really, if you can't agree with yourself, who the hell can you agree with?
So, against every instinct, I've been doing this exercise thing for a couple of weeks. I'm very briskly walking 6-8 kilometers every day. I'm taking the stairs. All that crap. There's a nice walking path just outside my condo. It has these benches that you can use to sit down, or to stretch and do sit-ups and stuff. A few days ago I decided I would do some sit-ups each time I walked by one of these benches. The first few days were easy, but then yesterday I actually found myself crying out in pain on the first sit-up. I hate this time-delay shit.
Fortunately, I like walking. Some people enjoy running. When I die, I'll be walking... with an attitude...
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Say what you will about Motorhead and/or this video, but "Killed by Death" is about as cool a title for a song (or anything else) as I'm capable of imagining...
Yeah.
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I just now, literally this instant, found out that a friend--a guitar player with whom I've played, has recently suffered a minor stroke. He's younger than me by about 10 years. For now, he can't play guitar. What say you, religionists? God's will? He was a "sinner." Go ahead, say it if you really believe it. And then I'll tell you what I really believe...
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There is a war going on. A war without guns. At least not yet...
These days I'd rather take pictures or listen to tunes or drink beer or hang out or all of the above. Writing? Or, more properly, writing for pleasure? Way down on the list of "necessary things." Right up there with going to the dentist and shit...
It's like talking--sometimes you feel like it, sometimes you don't. Sometimes you feel like it but you can't. Sometimes you can but you don't. Or won't.
I don't trust words anymore. Not mine, not yours.
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Recently I've decided that I need more exercise. It's kinda like when, every once in a while, I "decide" to quit smoking. I've done this sort of thing before. Many times, actually. There's a general feeling of well-being and accomplishment. It feels good. Then one night I have a few beers and begin thinking that, hey, this isn't *really* you, Rick. You smoke and drink and generally don't give a shit about your health. What the fuck are you doing? And really, if you can't agree with yourself, who the hell can you agree with?
So, against every instinct, I've been doing this exercise thing for a couple of weeks. I'm very briskly walking 6-8 kilometers every day. I'm taking the stairs. All that crap. There's a nice walking path just outside my condo. It has these benches that you can use to sit down, or to stretch and do sit-ups and stuff. A few days ago I decided I would do some sit-ups each time I walked by one of these benches. The first few days were easy, but then yesterday I actually found myself crying out in pain on the first sit-up. I hate this time-delay shit.
Fortunately, I like walking. Some people enjoy running. When I die, I'll be walking... with an attitude...
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Say what you will about Motorhead and/or this video, but "Killed by Death" is about as cool a title for a song (or anything else) as I'm capable of imagining...
Yeah.
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I just now, literally this instant, found out that a friend--a guitar player with whom I've played, has recently suffered a minor stroke. He's younger than me by about 10 years. For now, he can't play guitar. What say you, religionists? God's will? He was a "sinner." Go ahead, say it if you really believe it. And then I'll tell you what I really believe...
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There is a war going on. A war without guns. At least not yet...
Friday, July 23, 2010
Life--It's a Killer
I have no idea what it's like for women, but being a middle-aged guy kinda sucks. If I told you what was really on my mind, you'd run away screaming. You'd escape easily enough because, really, that ain't what it's about. You'd still probably want to call the police. And they, having listened to you having listened to me, would probably want to lock me up. For nothing more than thinkin' about the stuff that works its way into my head.
Probably beats being old, I guess. Not that there's anything wrong with that either.
Probably beats being old, I guess. Not that there's anything wrong with that either.
Friday, April 16, 2010
On the Cover of The Rolling Stone?
Now, I gotta admit, I don't mind at all looking at that cover. But there's no way in hell that I'm gonna turn the page to see what's on the inside. I already know that whatever's on the inside has been gilded with shit (you know, with a shit spray bomb or something).
I actually used to buy Rolling Stone when I was a kid. I bought it for the record reviews. I get the distinct impression that music criticism isn't a strong point of Rolling Stone these days. I'd be embarrassed to be seen leaving a magazine shop with it these days, unless it was hidden somehow, perhaps sandwiched between the latest copies of Hustler and Easy Rider or something. [Read carefully, please.]
I wonder if this means I'm not getting older, I'm getting cooler, more hip? Bleh, who gives a shit?
Bring back CREEM!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Old Man
[Yeah, we knew the old bastard couldn't last a Friday night without posting some lame-ass old crap...]
It may shock some readers to know that I'm actually not old enough to have been around back during the days when folkies congregated in coffee shops. I've heard about such things, though. And being a rocker at heart, I've never been much into the singer/songwriter thing generally. That type generally reminds me of wankers at parties who'd turn off the stereo in order to inflict me (yes, me--it was the 70's, right?) with their notions of love and all that other boring shit. Attention whores.
There were exceptions, though, to things as I imagined them. There were (and are) a handful of people who could keep me nailed to a seat for an hour or two with nothing more than a guitar or piano and their own voices. The fact that most of that very small group come from Canada is, to me, less a sign of any kind of Canadian superiority in these things than it is a sign of how well Canadians know American stuff. (There. The secret's out. I'm a traitor to Canada! I won't be asking for asylum In America, though. I'm in Japan! Hahaha!)
Where was I? Oh yeah. Neil Young. I'm afraid if you don't like Neil Young, then you truly are a wanker of some sort (don't ask me which--you think I'm some kind of wanker expert, or something?). There has been a shitload of old Neil Young performances released in the last couple of years. I'm not sure what this video is taken from, but it's very high quality. It's also incredibly stunning.
Remember Neil Young's voice?
It may shock some readers to know that I'm actually not old enough to have been around back during the days when folkies congregated in coffee shops. I've heard about such things, though. And being a rocker at heart, I've never been much into the singer/songwriter thing generally. That type generally reminds me of wankers at parties who'd turn off the stereo in order to inflict me (yes, me--it was the 70's, right?) with their notions of love and all that other boring shit. Attention whores.
There were exceptions, though, to things as I imagined them. There were (and are) a handful of people who could keep me nailed to a seat for an hour or two with nothing more than a guitar or piano and their own voices. The fact that most of that very small group come from Canada is, to me, less a sign of any kind of Canadian superiority in these things than it is a sign of how well Canadians know American stuff. (There. The secret's out. I'm a traitor to Canada! I won't be asking for asylum In America, though. I'm in Japan! Hahaha!)
Where was I? Oh yeah. Neil Young. I'm afraid if you don't like Neil Young, then you truly are a wanker of some sort (don't ask me which--you think I'm some kind of wanker expert, or something?). There has been a shitload of old Neil Young performances released in the last couple of years. I'm not sure what this video is taken from, but it's very high quality. It's also incredibly stunning.
Remember Neil Young's voice?
Monday, March 02, 2009
Tonight...
Tonight, still jet-lagged, I'm staying put in my hotel room. I have, of course, the necessary libations to offer the gods of travel (and my own bottomless depravity), but still... I can't shake the feeling that I'm somehow being beckoned to a more interesting place, a better place... Oh, alright, a fucking fun place. Someplace like this...
It ain't easy being an aging rocker...
It ain't easy being an aging rocker...
Friday, December 26, 2008
Art for Art's Sake
A few years back, in a discussion thread on a site that I can't remember, someone was discussing an art show in which one of the pieces was a bathroom urinal. and was wondering whether a urinal could really be considered a work of "art." I've never been much interested in art "theory" myself, so most of the discussion was either too boring or too complicated (same thing really, I guess) for me to bother with. Being a helpful sort of guy by nature, though, I eventually piped in with the suggestion that, while it's quite possible for a urinal to be a work of art, as soon as someone takes a piss in it it's just a urinal.
Related to the above (in fact, damn near the same thing), I recall a heated conversation I once had with a good friend who was very interested in the latest fashion trends, and would often argue that fashion was a form of art. Probably the only thing I find more annoying than a discussion on art theory is a discussion about fashion. Or so I thought up until that point. This was a discussion about art theory and fashion. Anyway, my friend, growing somewhat exasperated with me (unfashionable, non-artistic rube that I am), finally asked me if I thought it were possible for a coat made out of meat to be a work of art. (Really, it makes me wonder sometimes. Urinals, coats made out of meat--can these people not think of better examples to make their points? I can imagine one of these art theory/fashion-world types working in an appliance store and, in a spiel on the efficiency of gas stoves, managing to drop Hitler's name.) "A coat made out of meat?" I replied. "Sure, that could be art. Until someone put it on."
Related to the above (in fact, damn near the same thing), I recall a heated conversation I once had with a good friend who was very interested in the latest fashion trends, and would often argue that fashion was a form of art. Probably the only thing I find more annoying than a discussion on art theory is a discussion about fashion. Or so I thought up until that point. This was a discussion about art theory and fashion. Anyway, my friend, growing somewhat exasperated with me (unfashionable, non-artistic rube that I am), finally asked me if I thought it were possible for a coat made out of meat to be a work of art. (Really, it makes me wonder sometimes. Urinals, coats made out of meat--can these people not think of better examples to make their points? I can imagine one of these art theory/fashion-world types working in an appliance store and, in a spiel on the efficiency of gas stoves, managing to drop Hitler's name.) "A coat made out of meat?" I replied. "Sure, that could be art. Until someone put it on."
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
I'm... Free!
Tonight I find myself in a rather unusual situation. My wife, my daughter, and my dog, they're all gone to the in-laws--for two days and two nights! Don't get me wrong, I love them all dearly. And yeah, there's still work, but...
I'm free!
You know, if MTV was about a billionth as creative as that video I might watch it a bit more often. Just sayin'...
I'm free!
You know, if MTV was about a billionth as creative as that video I might watch it a bit more often. Just sayin'...
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I'd rather cut my own legs off...
...than wear "mantyhose!"
I mean, come on, do these guys actually expect to get dates? (Er, with women?)
"Chafing?" "Bulky underwear?" I don't chafe, and I don't mind the cold. You calling me a sissy? And besides, what kind of idiot woman wears pantyhose when she's horse riding or cycling?
Mantyhose, man-bras, men's mascara, skirts and dresses for men... Maybe someone should clue these marketing geniuses into the fact that any man who wants to wear a woman's clothing is going to go for the real thing. And, seriously, I don't have a problem with that.
I mean, come on, do these guys actually expect to get dates? (Er, with women?)
It's quite practical in some ways. It prevents chafing, for example, when horse riding or cycling, but it's also a good alternative to bulky underwear if you need some warmth.
"Chafing?" "Bulky underwear?" I don't chafe, and I don't mind the cold. You calling me a sissy? And besides, what kind of idiot woman wears pantyhose when she's horse riding or cycling?
Mantyhose, man-bras, men's mascara, skirts and dresses for men... Maybe someone should clue these marketing geniuses into the fact that any man who wants to wear a woman's clothing is going to go for the real thing. And, seriously, I don't have a problem with that.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Express Yourself
Sometimes I feel like I'm getting old (well, for reasons totally unrelated to the fact that I actually am getting old...). Reading that there is a person in Australia with the job title of "Breastfeeding Friendly Workplace Accreditation program manager" tends to reinforce that feeling...
Don't get me wrong. I have absolutely nothing against mothers breastfeeding their babies anywhere/anytime they like. But come on, Breastfeeding Friendly Workplace Accreditation program manager?
I also noticed in the linked article (and for the second time this week) the, er, expression "to express milk."
No kidding. I always thought mammals secreted milk. On the other hand, though, it gives fresh meaning to phrases like "wipe that expression off your face"...
Don't get me wrong. I have absolutely nothing against mothers breastfeeding their babies anywhere/anytime they like. But come on, Breastfeeding Friendly Workplace Accreditation program manager?
I also noticed in the linked article (and for the second time this week) the, er, expression "to express milk."
Breastfeeding Association spokeswoman Tracey Kelly said many people were ignorant about expressing milk.
No kidding. I always thought mammals secreted milk. On the other hand, though, it gives fresh meaning to phrases like "wipe that expression off your face"...
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Yet Another Old Fart Friday Night Playlist
Listen to what I like and be amazed!
1. Gang Of Four - I Found That Essence Rare (3:15)
2. Garbage - Supervixen (3:55)
3. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Pretty Little Ditty (1:36)
4. Rheostatics - Claire (4:09)
5. Soundgarden - Somewhere (4:20)
6. L.L. Cool J. - Mama Said Knock You Out (4:52)
7. Spearhead - Keep Me Lifted (4:20)
8. Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings - Nobody's Baby (2:33)
9. Bettye LaVette - Take Me Like I Am (3:45)
10. Eddie Novack - Psycho (3:32)
11. The Dandy Warhols - Godless (5:20)
12. The Allman Brothers Band - Dreams (7:17)
13. The Black Crowes - Remedy (5:24)
14. Dr. John - Right Place, Wrong Time (2:53)
15. Judas Priest - You've Got Another Thing Comin' (5:09)
16. Ten Years After - One of These Days (5:50)
17. ZZ Top - Just Got Paid (3:48)
18. Young Heart Attack - Mouthful Of Love (3:37)
19. Wreckless Eric - Whole Wide World (3:02)
We don't play all of these songs, but we could if we fuckin' felt like it. And we could kick your fuckin' ass, too...
The Dead Flowers
1. Gang Of Four - I Found That Essence Rare (3:15)
2. Garbage - Supervixen (3:55)
3. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Pretty Little Ditty (1:36)
4. Rheostatics - Claire (4:09)
5. Soundgarden - Somewhere (4:20)
6. L.L. Cool J. - Mama Said Knock You Out (4:52)
7. Spearhead - Keep Me Lifted (4:20)
8. Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings - Nobody's Baby (2:33)
9. Bettye LaVette - Take Me Like I Am (3:45)
10. Eddie Novack - Psycho (3:32)
11. The Dandy Warhols - Godless (5:20)
12. The Allman Brothers Band - Dreams (7:17)
13. The Black Crowes - Remedy (5:24)
14. Dr. John - Right Place, Wrong Time (2:53)
15. Judas Priest - You've Got Another Thing Comin' (5:09)
16. Ten Years After - One of These Days (5:50)
17. ZZ Top - Just Got Paid (3:48)
18. Young Heart Attack - Mouthful Of Love (3:37)
19. Wreckless Eric - Whole Wide World (3:02)
We don't play all of these songs, but we could if we fuckin' felt like it. And we could kick your fuckin' ass, too...
Friday, June 06, 2008
Another Friday Old Fart Playlist
[You know, I once read that, as the Roman Empire was falling, people were, like, posting their laundry lists on their blogs... Huh? Wha? Couldna' happened? Why the fuck not, motherfucker?...]
1. Jimi Hendrix - Night Bird Flying (3:52)
2. The Muggs - Gonna Need My Help (3:09)
3. Millencolin - Kemp (3:17)
4. The Hives - Diabolic Scheme (3:00)
5. Against Me! - New Wave (3:29)
6. Iggy & The Stooges - Search And Destroy (3:30)
7. Burning Brides - Come Alive (3:35)
8. The Detroit Cobras - As Long As I Have You (2:59)
9. Throwing Muses - Bright Yellow Gun (3:45)
10. The Who - Eminence Front (5:41)
11. Porcupine Tree - Halo (4:38)
12. The Tragically Hip - Locked in the Trunk of a Car (4:42)
13. Bob Dylan - Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum (4:44)
14. Los Lobos - Mas Y Mas (4:44)
15. The Cramps - Human Fly (2:15)
16. Thee Michelle Gun Elephant - Satanic Boom Boom Head (2:51)
17. Ian Dury - Blockheads (3:31)
18. Graham Parker & The Rumour - Discovering Japan (3:28)
19. Desmond Dekker and the Aces - Israelites (2:49)
20. Asian Dub Foundation - Rebel Warriors (6:22)
21. Screaming Jay Hawkins - I Put a Spell on You (2:27)
1. Jimi Hendrix - Night Bird Flying (3:52)
2. The Muggs - Gonna Need My Help (3:09)
3. Millencolin - Kemp (3:17)
4. The Hives - Diabolic Scheme (3:00)
5. Against Me! - New Wave (3:29)
6. Iggy & The Stooges - Search And Destroy (3:30)
7. Burning Brides - Come Alive (3:35)
8. The Detroit Cobras - As Long As I Have You (2:59)
9. Throwing Muses - Bright Yellow Gun (3:45)
10. The Who - Eminence Front (5:41)
11. Porcupine Tree - Halo (4:38)
12. The Tragically Hip - Locked in the Trunk of a Car (4:42)
13. Bob Dylan - Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum (4:44)
14. Los Lobos - Mas Y Mas (4:44)
15. The Cramps - Human Fly (2:15)
16. Thee Michelle Gun Elephant - Satanic Boom Boom Head (2:51)
17. Ian Dury - Blockheads (3:31)
18. Graham Parker & The Rumour - Discovering Japan (3:28)
19. Desmond Dekker and the Aces - Israelites (2:49)
20. Asian Dub Foundation - Rebel Warriors (6:22)
21. Screaming Jay Hawkins - I Put a Spell on You (2:27)
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Old Fart's Friday Night Playlist (2)
[Dude, you're talking to yourself again...]
1. White Zombie - More Human than Human (4:18)
2. Boris - Pink (4:20)
3. The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - Television (6:38)
4. The Pharcyde - She Said (5:15)
5. Luscious Jackson - Keep On Rockin' It (3:40)
6. Todd Rundgren - Soul Brother (4:21)
7. New York Dolls - Jet Boy (4:40)
8. Against Me! - New Wave (3:29)
9. Lynyrd Skynyrd - You Got That Right (3:47)
10. Lou Reed - How Do You Think it Feels (3:42)
11. The Kinks - Lola (4:01)
12. Jethro Tull - Living In The Past (3:23)
13. Hawkwind - The Psychedelic Warlords (6:50)
14. Espers - Dead Queen (8:13)
15. ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - So divided (6:29)
16. Furnaceface - Government Cheque (5:43)
[Man, them other blogs talk and write about tunes and shit. Not you, dude, you just lay it down!]
1. White Zombie - More Human than Human (4:18)
2. Boris - Pink (4:20)
3. The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - Television (6:38)
4. The Pharcyde - She Said (5:15)
5. Luscious Jackson - Keep On Rockin' It (3:40)
6. Todd Rundgren - Soul Brother (4:21)
7. New York Dolls - Jet Boy (4:40)
8. Against Me! - New Wave (3:29)
9. Lynyrd Skynyrd - You Got That Right (3:47)
10. Lou Reed - How Do You Think it Feels (3:42)
11. The Kinks - Lola (4:01)
12. Jethro Tull - Living In The Past (3:23)
13. Hawkwind - The Psychedelic Warlords (6:50)
14. Espers - Dead Queen (8:13)
15. ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - So divided (6:29)
16. Furnaceface - Government Cheque (5:43)
[Man, them other blogs talk and write about tunes and shit. Not you, dude, you just lay it down!]
Friday, May 23, 2008
Old Fart's Friday Night Playlist (1)
[Yeah, that would be cool. Post your playlists! Dude, you rock!]
1. Black Sabbath - The Shining (5:58)
2. Dire Straits - Once Upon a Time in the West (5:15)
3. The Fleshtones - The Dreg (3:10)
4. Garland Jeffreys - Wild in the streets (3:01)
5. Iggy Pop - The Passenger (4:44)
6. The Blue Van - Word from the Bird (2:21)
7. Brian Eno - Burning Airlines Give You So Much More (3:17)
8. Guided by Voices - Run Wild (3:48)
9. Helmet - Unsung (3:57)
10. Iron Maiden - The Number of the Beast (4:51)
11. Monster Magnet - Radiation Day (4:50)
12. My Morning Jacket - Lay Low (6:01)
13. Porcupine Tree - Trains (5:55)
14. The Rolling Stones - Stray Cat Blues (4:40)
15. Social Distortion - Dear Lover (4:43)
16. ZZ Top - Sure Got Cold After the Rain Fell (6:48)
17. Don Tiki - The Natives Are Restless (5:11)
[Holy fuck, man, they'll be flocking to your site!]
1. Black Sabbath - The Shining (5:58)
2. Dire Straits - Once Upon a Time in the West (5:15)
3. The Fleshtones - The Dreg (3:10)
4. Garland Jeffreys - Wild in the streets (3:01)
5. Iggy Pop - The Passenger (4:44)
6. The Blue Van - Word from the Bird (2:21)
7. Brian Eno - Burning Airlines Give You So Much More (3:17)
8. Guided by Voices - Run Wild (3:48)
9. Helmet - Unsung (3:57)
10. Iron Maiden - The Number of the Beast (4:51)
11. Monster Magnet - Radiation Day (4:50)
12. My Morning Jacket - Lay Low (6:01)
13. Porcupine Tree - Trains (5:55)
14. The Rolling Stones - Stray Cat Blues (4:40)
15. Social Distortion - Dear Lover (4:43)
16. ZZ Top - Sure Got Cold After the Rain Fell (6:48)
17. Don Tiki - The Natives Are Restless (5:11)
[Holy fuck, man, they'll be flocking to your site!]
Friday, May 02, 2008
Fuck Jazz!!
Shit. Ten days and counting, and that new Whitesnake album still sounds pretty fucking good.
Yes... I feel the power...
[UPDATE: I forgot to add this tune. My bad. Like it or show yourself for the wimp you really are!!]
Whitesnake-Lay Down Your Love
Now wash your hands.
Yes... I feel the power...
[UPDATE: I forgot to add this tune. My bad. Like it or show yourself for the wimp you really are!!]
Now wash your hands.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
A Guilty Pleasure
It barely has a right to exist post-Nirvana, let alone sound so fucking good, so fucking right, but the new Whitesnake album, Good to Be Bad, has wedged itself directly into the pleasure center of my brain and is showing no signs of releasing me from its thrall. It's a bit embarrassing, really. I didn't know that bands were still allowed to play stuff like this, never mind record and release it. If I think about it hard enough, though, if I look beyond the big hair and the (now) cringe-inducing clothes, hazy memories begin to seep through to my consciousness and one simple fact blazes laser-like into my mind: I had a damn good fucking time in the eighties... A real damn good fucking time.
Whitesnake-Best Years
Was it good for you?
Was it good for you?
Friday, February 22, 2008
Just a Momenta
Sigh... Maybe I'm getting old, maybe I've seen too many episodes of Star Trek, I don't know. The image below is part of a PC design competition, for "Momenta, the PC for life." I'm not ready for my neckband just yet, thanks.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Unfinished Sweet
Ack... In a few minutes I'll be making my 18th trip to the dentist's since September. Extractions, root canals, filing, grinding, drilling, scraping, digging, needles injected directly into exposed nerves, the indignity of being "taught" how to brush my teeth correctly...
I grow weary...
I grow weary...
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