Recently Listened to:
- Paul Weller – Early Morning Rain
- Anthony Braxton – Composition No. 356 (Part 3)
- Ammoncontact – Ballad of the Untitled
Here, I’m having a crap day, so I hope this offends people…
I can’t believe I missed this. Well, I can believe it, as I was slightly out of touch on Holiday, only a hundred or so miles north of Portland in Seattle..
PORTLAND, Ore. (AP) — Mitch Mitchell, drummer for the legendary Jimi Hendrix Experience of the 1960s and the group’s last surviving member, was found dead in his hotel room early Wednesday. He was 61.
Mitchell was a powerful force on the Hendrix band’s 1967 debut album “Are You Experienced?” as well as the trio’s albums “Electric Ladyland” and “Axis: Bold As Love.” He had an explosive drumming style that can be heard in hard-charging songs such as “Fire” and “Manic Depression.”
The Englishman had been drumming for the Experience Hendrix Tour, which performed Friday in Portland. It was the last stop on the West Coast part of the tour.
Hendrix died in 1970. Bass player Noel Redding died in 2003.
Had a great couple of days in Seattle, but I’m glad we are heading home in a few hours…
To hear grown men discussiing video games as if they were science. I like playing games, and it can be fun to discuss with a fellow gamer, but to memorize every aspect of a massive game, like World of Warcraft, and spout of numbers and stats, and crits, and combinations… It’s all a bit too uber geek for me…
I’m on a weird German kick, and came across this…
Thanks to Warren Ellis for linking to Nina Hagen, which started this kick.
Also check out Peter Fox, this is a very infectious song…
As crazy as it sounds, I’m quite excited about the new Cure album coming out soon. Having been a fan since about 1985 or so, you’d think I’d have given up a long time ago. But I can’t. The music is so infectious, the lyrics sublime. It’s always exciting to see what they will do next. THere is not one thing they have done that I do not love. Well, I haven’t loved all of their stuff upon first listen (The self titled album recently), but after a few listens it’s like an old friend. I can pick up a Cure album, and be transported to another place. Sure, my musical tastes tend towards the heavier, crazier side of the audio spectrum, but as soon as I hear Robert Smith’s voice, I’m like a teenage girl, all weak at the knees…
I may have mentioned this before, but it just came to me this afternoon.
When I was 6 we lived in Dunoon, in the West of Scotland. We lived for a short period in a nice bungalow. There was an old woman who lived at the bottom of the road, Mrs. Mowat. She was an artist, and was around 60 or so when we met her.
I used to visit her in the afternoon, and drink Orange Barley drinks, and watch her paint. We would talk of all sorts of things, but she would mainly tell stories of her past, and the area we lived in. She was a nice old lady, and apparently remembered my brother and I, as we were mentioned to her daughter before she passed on.
Just a nice memory to get me through this crap afternoon…
Would you like to swing on a star?
Carry moonbeams home in a jar?
And be better off than you are?
Or would you rather be a mule?
A mule is an animal with long funny ears
Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny but his brain is weak
He’s just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule
Would you like to swing on a star?
Carry moonbeams home in a jar?
And be better off than you are?
Or would you rather be a pig?
A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He has no manners when he eats his food
He’s fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don’t care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig
Would you like to swing on a star?
Carry moonbeams home in a jar?
And be better off than you are?
Or would you rather be a fish?
A fish won’t do anything, but swim in a brook
He can’t write his name or read a book
To fool the people is his only thought
And though he’s slippery, he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish
You may grow up to be a fish
A new kind of jumped-up slippery fish
And all the monkeys aren’t in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it’s all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swingin’ on a star
I’ve been ill for a few weeks now, and finally went to the doctor. Back on the Asacol, and signed off work for 2 weeks. I’ve been doing a lot of nothing, just sleeping and trying to get better. Have also started a Macrobiotic diet, as found in a book by Virginia Harper. The diet is very bland most of the time, but once I get over this flare up, it gets a little more interesting.
During my nap this morning I dreamt that sleep is a big grey brick made of some soft material. Every time you sleep you take a slice off, shortening the brick. You take a slice equal to the quality and duration of your sleep. I assumed that once the brick was gone, you died.
I’m not sure what to do with that, but as JR said “wow, profound”.
Good luck to Mr. Armstrong in the Tour next year… I’ll be rooting for him:
Cycling legend Lance Armstrong is coming out of retirement to try to win an eighth Tour de France in 2009.
The American, who will be 37 on 18 September, recovered from cancer and claimed victory in the Tour a record seven times before retiring in 2005.
He said: “I’m happy to announce that after talking with my children, family and closest friends, I have decided to return to professional cycling.
“It is in order to raise awareness of the global cancer burden.”
He added: “This year alone, nearly eight million people will die of cancer worldwide. It’s now time to address cancer on a global level.”
Armstrong famously overcame an aggressive form of testicular cancer before embarking on his remarkable run of Tour de France victories.
Since his retirement in 2005, he has run respectable times in the New York and Boston marathons but much of his energy has been spent running the Lance Armstrong Foundation, a charity dedicated to combating cancer.