Saturday, August 25, 2012

RIP Neil Armstrong, Quiet Spokesman for Greatness





Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, 
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; 
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth 
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things 
You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung 
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, 
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung 
My eager craft through footless halls of air. 
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue 
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace 
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew. 
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod 
The high untrespassed sanctity of space... 
...put out my hand, and touched the face of God

by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.





Monday, August 20, 2012

Hey Girl,


You know I'm-a make our budget almost as strong as my love for you.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The Grief of Goodbye

May you find strength and solace from the introspection this man's video compels of you.



I hope with all my heart that he finds an eternal reward of joyous, peaceful relief.

Monday, July 9, 2012

My Very First Album



Chances are this album was recorded in one take and then the musicians jammed for the rest of the day just to burn up their studio time.  I actually used to listen to this record before I knew who the Beatles were.  I remember reading the liner notes from George Harrison; I didn't know what it meant when they wrote of his "ripe young age."  I couldn't pronounce "ripe" because I didn't know what it meant away from a fruit and I was too young for metaphors.

If you ever think those Nashville session pickers can't play, you've got another thing coming with this album.  I actually like some of these songs better than the original, which is an impossibility on the order of travel at 186,000 mps.  Chet's interpretation of I Feel Fine makes my hair stand on end in giddy delight.  Just listen to that trash can at 0:48!  But wait!  There's more!  Check it out right at 1:16!  If you ever hear the term "trash can," you now know it means.  Tightest drumming this side of Frank Beard—so tight it sounds sloppy, with a loose sound like a back alley trash can, with lots of echo and logs for sticks.  Loud and proud!  (Wait 'til the bitter end and you'll hear some beer bottles thrown; studio noises are like Easter eggs for musicians.)

Yesterday's namesake is as tender as the original, with beautiful solos where Paul's buttery voice is so familiar.  If I Fell has some of the tastiest vibrato you'll find, likely the chorus from Chet's amp, with the perfect speed and depth.  Starting exactly at the 2:00 mark, you'll hear the most excellent example of "overtones" there is on 2" tape.  Roy Buchanan "invented" the harmonic pinch, and while he called them "overtones," his pinch harmonics were really just that—harmonics.  These are pure overtones, or the harmonic sounding simultaneously on top of the actual note, on the same string.  Mercifully, also missing from this version of the harmony powerhouse is the high note McCartney slaughtered in the original (A rare moment of underperformance from one of the Kings of harmonies).

Listen to Chet turn on the Honky Tonk on Can't Buy Me Love.  Makes you wanna bounce up and down in your chair to the beat!  This tune swings like Bill Clinton on a chandelier.

You can hear the rhythm of the maracas, like the brush sticks in Skating, on I'll Follow the Sun.  The rest of the songs on this album are superbly done.

I moved out of home and lost track of the LP when I left it behind where I assumed it would be safe.  Many years passed until finally I ran across it a few years ago in a used record store and bought it for the exorbitant price of about five bucks.  There was a turntable here at the time, so it was a joyous reunion indeed!  The album got lost in the shuffle somewhere but I've since bought it from iTunes and it's now a staple in my car's lean selection of music.

Just for the hell of it, here's a bonus track for ya'll that wasn't on the original.  I get a kick out of Chet playing every single note just like the orchestra has to do.  It never occurred to me that one might consider playing this song on the guitar.  Here's another, very sweet version of Here, There and Everywhere.  There's a tasty orchestral accompaniment to complement Chet's echoey, jazzy feel in this vamp on a simply beautiful love song.  The Country Gentleman put the pudding in the nylon on this one.

As a small bit of trivia, this album cover is also the reason I associated hollow body guitars and f holes with Gretsch guitars for my first 20 or so years, at which point I began to really appreciate Freddy King and his hollow body Gibson ES-345.

Finally, this one you gotta see just to check out the harmonica player's hilariously tight jeans.

Enjoy!


P.S. The music critic cited in the Wikipedia entry doesn't have a clue what he's talking about.  Absolutely clueless.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Social Networking Done Right

If you're like me and just hate people because, well, idiots and stuff, and because America!, but are extremely curious, the whole social networking phenomenon is like getting French food when the other kids get ice cream. Yes, French food sucks and if you disagree I hate you and everyone you know. Anyhow, I just got my weekly StumbleUpon selection, and I'm reminded again why it's so cool:  you just let everyone else weed through the crap and go die as far as you're concerned, because they've already found what you're interested in and that's awesome until somebody talks.  StumbleUpon is great because no one gets to talk and there aren't ads trying to sell you a Swiffer—um, duh... We don't clean!!!  Try it and then fuck off.

Accounting Tips From an Expert

Dear accountants:

Just because you wasted money on a TRS-80 in 1979 to fuck up on your own time doesn't mean you "use the hell out of" computers.  It does, however, mean a lot of other things.


Thanks,
Me

Dirt: your tax dollars at work!

What is the difference between these two things?





The first is what a pristine landscape looks like for billions of years until some jerk with a budget comes along and starts dropping giant litter machines all over the place.

Let it not be mistaken:  I am a huge fan of NASA.  It eats awesome for breakfast.  It has incredible research laboratories from which the entire country, particularly the military and intelligence communities, can draw.  It burns rocket fuel like we exhale carbon dioxide, and doesn't apologize for it.  We should all sing NASA's praises and should sorely lament—nay, regret—the cancellation of its manned Mars mission.  It embodies unparalleled achievement in science, mathematics, engineering, computer science, and innumerable other fields.  If we can advertise food stamps, we should surely advertise NASA more often and more proudly.