Saturday, March 29, 2008
I hate to see you cry
Lying there in that position
There's things you need to hear
So turn off your tears and listen
Pain throws you heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who's misunderstood
But I know the heart of life is good
You know it's nothing new
Bad news never had good timing
Then the circle of your friends
Will defend the silver lining
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who's misunderstood
But I know the heart of life is good
I know it's good
- John Mayer The Heart of Life
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
I am plagued by PMS.
The "S" in PMS stands for "syndrome. " Let's face it, there's nothing good about a "syndrome." If you will take moment to notice the moon's current phase, you'll see (quite vividly) that the moon is full. The female "cycle" is closely corroborated with the cycle of the moon. So for future reference, if the moon is full, you can bet that I'm barking at something.
Is there anyone out there that hasn't suffered from said syndrome? Aside from the 50% of you who hit the estrogen-free lottery, is there anyone who doesn't suffer from it? I seriously want to know so that I can do a drive by I'll-show-you-what-it's-like shooting. That sounds a bit harsh. You might want to know that I shoot a Canon 30d.
Anyway, it is my plan to display a splattering of PMS enduced emotions. It's as if:
- Every word uttered in your direction feels like sandpaper on the skin.
- There are 1800 tiny worms fretting about in your bloodstream and each is commanding that you do something different.
- Your six-year-old yahoo comes in (smelling like a boy-at-play) and asks you to name 5 different pokemon characters.
- And speaking of smell, the olfactory glands are at full attention. For instance, the kitchen garbage behind me sends a vapor now and again. And each time (see next item)
- You become increasingly irritated that the people you share the house with cannot read your mind and do all the household duties all at once.
- Someone has told you that you can only wear one pair of shoes and listen to one CD for the rest of your life.
- Every nerve ending has little tiny spikey things on it... so when you bump into something, it feels like a trip to the dentist.
- Someone has given you a million dollars and you cannot spend it.
- Your 10 worst bad-hair days are happening all at once.
- That same stinky yahoo complains endlessly that "no one can play."
- You've named your guitar hero band "PMS Panther" (that's a true story).
Friday, March 21, 2008
I wanna be somewhere else... (WHEN WILL APRIL 15 GET HERE?!)
Today's Friday Flashback is brought to you by airplanes - because that's the quickest way to Berlin. I guess you could take the Metro... if you weren't in a hurry.
Not much to report about Berlin. None of the band members are German - they're from Los Angeles. Berlin came, they made synth pop, they disappeared, then they did one of those trendy "revival" things at the end of the 90s.
Check out Masquerade, You Don't Know, Like Flames, and that snoozer Take My Breath Away
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
I love celebrations. I love special occasions.
I don't love celebratory preparations. Examples include Christmas and Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July and your baby's first birthday and there are many others. These are the holidays and/or special occasions that require hundreds (or maybe a thousand) dollars and 18 days to prepare for.
Enter the mini celebration - similar to a mini bar but a bit less intoxicating. Mini celebrations give you a break from the blah of the mundane WITHOUT any preparation.
Take St. Patrick's Day for example. You wake up, you do your routine, you bedeck yourself in your brightest green and TA-DA! Special occasion.
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Today's Friday Flashback is brought to you by Free Chickens. That's what rock stars get - Money for Nothing and Chickens for Free! Today's Friday Flashback is also brought to you by Mark Knopfler - he's coming to town and the rabidrunner has tickets!
Dire Straits was created in 1977 by Mark Knopfler, his brother David Knopfler and a few other unknown guys. The name Dire Straits was a reference to their financial situation. Their sound had a stripped down and subdued feel with an emphasis on classic rock. Being English (as in Great Britain English), Dire Straits was formed during the punk rock revolution and wasn't accepted too widely (the track suits and headbands weren't fashionable enough - if they had it to do over again, maybe they'd try some pink hair and spikes. Just a thought).
At some point, an executive from Warner Brothers (the powers that owned the Band so to speak), figured that the Americas would welcome the Straits de Dire with open arms. With that decision their debut album Dire Straits was released in the U.S. and the band became wildly successful.
Dire Straits released six albums from 1978 to 1991 - Dire Straits, Communique, Making Movies, Love Over Gold, Brothers in Arms, and On Every Street. The band disbanded (hehehe) when brothers Mark Knopfler and David Knopfler could no longer get along. And aren't we glad! That Mark Knopfler is something else on his own (well not really on his own, 'cause he needs his guitar).
Here's your Dire Straits tunes for free (well almost free - you have to pay for your Internet service provider - HEY! There's a tune "E-mail for nothing and your Internet for free").
Sultans of Swing - Romeo and Juliet - So Far Away - Money For Nothing (with guest vocalist Sting) - Brothers in Arms - On Every Street - Calling Elvis - The Bug - and The Killers cover of Romeo and Juliet
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
A few days ago, someone in the Obama (as in "Obama for President") camp figuratively slapped Hillary (as in "Hillary for President") by calling her a "Monster". Off the record of course. The poor girl was pressured to resign and did.
Just to get it out there, I'll say it was dumb thing to do. But it has sparked a curious investigation into the First Amendment and it's evolved definition. Here's what it says: "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances."
It appears as if "Freedom of Speech" (or is it Speach?) goes only as far as your employment. If you're getting paid by someone... anyone... your speech is bound to the confines of the payer.
Ouch. Bloggers beware.
Maybe Monster Girl can rebut with a detailed description of her "Hillary's a Monster" religion and the religious ritual of declaring publicly that Hillary is a Monster. Invite Katie Couric to assemble with others who feel the same and BAM! She's hit a First Amendment Home Run.
Another sparked theme (look at the fireworks here in my basement), is Why do our opinions need to be taken so personally? We all have an opinion (some of us stronger than others), but it's only an opinion. It won't hurt. And to me it's everyone's right.
I feel the world has become too intolerant of any opinion different than it's own. Maybe we should all make an effort to Agree to Disagree more often.
Let me give you an example. I love to watch the Tour de France. Vera thinks it's the gayest dumbest worst waste of time ever. That's her opinion and we're still friends. Look at us conquer the obstacle of opinion opposition.
Another example? There are many among us who feel the rabidrunner to be an overbearing pompous nitwit with too many shoes. Well that's your opinion and I'm thankful for your honesty.
The secret to world peace? Agree to Disagree
(That and a coconut crusted halibut with cilantro, jalapeno and lime, mixed greens and fettuccine in a light butter sauce. See also The Tired and Hungry Hours.)
Friday, March 07, 2008
Today's Friday Flashback is brought to you by re-incarnation. Can I be Chrissie Hynde in my next life? (Only the uber cool stuff like the bangs and eyeliner and poise and musical talent - not the three divorces and the PETA activation).
The Pretenders were formed in 1978 when a Cleveland born Chrissie Hynde moved to England and (long story very short) found three others with the same passion. Hynde (guitar, vocals), James Honeyman-Scott (guitar, keyboard), Peter Farndon (bass) and Martin Chambers (drums) would embark on a post-punk, drug-induced, hit-filled joy ride.
The Pretenders sound was a result of the gap between 70's early punk and the coming electronica of the 80's. The band was heavily influenced by a little bit of the Kinks (Hynde married front man Ray Davies), a little bit of the Clash (Mick Jones and Hynde were in a band together), a little bit of the Sex Pistols (Hynde gave Sid Vicious his signature lock necklace), and a little bit of the Damned (Hynde played guitar for them in their early years).
The first of many hits, and the song to get them "signed" was Stop Your Sobbing (my PMS hymnal). Other early singles include, Brass In Pocket, Talk Of The Town, Message Of Love, and I Go To Sleep.
Shortly after the breakthrough success of their first album, The Pretenders, Chrissie canned Peter Farndon for excessive drug use (I say excessive, because... well it's sex, drugs and rock 'n roll isn't it? Some drug use is acceptable). On June 16, 1982 two days after firing Farndon, James Honeyman-Scott died of a cocaine overdose. Farndon would die of a heroine overdose a year later
After the deaths of Fardon and Honeyman-Scott, Hynde would go on to hire various session players and oddities. Hynde is the only member of The Pretenders to last it's duration (you know it's because she's so dang cool - the essence of cool - here's a reminder).
Monday, March 03, 2008
A- Attached or Single? Attached
B- Best Friend? guy: Spouse girl: that's a tuffy - the Winder when she isn't pregnant (joke) - Vera when it's time for music and jokes and general irreverence
C- Cake or pie? Whatever is available
D- Day of choice? Saturday
E- Essential Item? IPOD and IPOD accessories (i.e. car, headphones, computer, friends' playlists)
F- Favorite Color? Yellow
G- Gummy Bears or Worms? Don't they taste the same?
H- Hometown? Whorem, UT
I- Favorite Indulgence? Botox (although the cost/duration factor will prohibit my indulging any longer)
J- January or July? January
K- Kids? 2- Yahoo #1, Yahoo #2
L - Life isn't complete without? Laughing
M- Marriage date? January 27
N- Number of brothers and sisters? 1 brother, 1 sister
O- Oranges or Apples? Apples
P- Phobia and fears? I'm afraid of running naked backwards into a brass doorknob (aka backabrassaphobia) - Actually, long paragraphs
Q- Quote? "Worry is misuse of the imagination" - Dan Zadra
R- Reason to smile? Wouldn't it be easier to list the reasons NOT to smile?
S- Season of choice? All of them until it's time for them to be done
T- Tag three people? Bob Loblog, The Winder, Lois
U- Unknown fact about me? A porn star has my name (first, middle, maiden)
V- Vegetable? Brock-oh-lee
W- Worst habit? I'll plead "the Fifth" on that one
X-Ray or Ultrasound? MRI - the drugs are better
Y- Your favorite food? Indian or Thai
Z- Zodiac sign? Gemini