Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
“HIM? What’s that?”
“His Imperial Majesty, Haile Selassie, emperor of Ethiopia, Lion of Judah, Jesus Christ on earth, son of God. His blessings upon us. Jah, mon.”
“You mean Haile Selassie, the Ethiopian king who died in the 1970’s? That Haile Selassie?”
“Yah mon. HIM…”
“But he’s dead, how’s that work?”
“It helps to be stoned.”
(from Fluke by Christopher Moore)
8½*/10. The complete review is here.
Monday, February 25, 2013
We did indeed make it for the Albert Lee concert on Saturday night. And it was, as expected, fantastic. Because we didn't get our tickets until Thursday night, we were on the last row, but that turned out to be Row 16. We'll post about the venue in a couple days.
Albert played all sorts of genres. A couple of songs from his Emmylou Harris days; one from the Everly Brothers. A bunch of good old 50's rock & roll. Mostly is was two hours of him showing off on the guitar, although he took a break to play a couple songs on keyboards, including "Highwayman".
His band was equally great, particularly the keyboardist, he with the ponytail and stocking feet.
All in all, it was a fantastic concert. Started right on time. No opening band. No intermission. Well worth the $30 or so for a ticket.
So Thank You, Albert Lee, for stopping by in Phoenix and putting on one helluva show. My jaw dropped to the floor with every guitar solo.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
“And then, well” the dwarf shrugged, “it would only be natural for a young lady to hold me in a higher esteem. If I was a hero, I mean. Wouldn’t she?”
“Is this a particular lady, or a hypothetical one?”
“A hypothetical one,” Tycho said slowly. “With long black hair that shimmers red in the sunlight, and a lovely singing voice…and very muscular legs.”
(from The Bound Soul – Halcyon #3: A Quest for Revenge, by Joseph Robert Lewis)
8*/10. The full review is here.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
The guy is a frickin' guitar legend. He's played C&W with Emmylou Harris, the Blues with Eric Clapton, Blugrass with Ricky Skaggs and Earl Scruggs, and rocked with the Everly Brothers.
And he's in concert here in Phoenix this Saturday night. I am seriously thinking about going to see him.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Yeah, I know. It's winter. But this is Phoenix, Arizona. Valley of the Sun and all that.
It fiddle-farted rain all morning. Then around 3:00 in the afternoon, the cold front apparently finally arrived. With a bunch of hail that turned our office's parking lot briefly white.
Okay fine. But then around 6:00, sh*t got real. We got SNOW! And not just flurries. Enough to lay on windshields and in backyard nooks and crannies. In the 40+ years I've lived here, I have never seen anything like this.
We're now sending this storm to the midwest. Have fun with it there, y'all.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
“Are you a fool, Rand al’Thor?”
“An impossible question,” Min replied. “If he says that he is, then a fool he becomes. If he says that he is not, then he implies he does not seek further wisdom.”
”Phaw. You’ve been reading too much, child.”
(from A Memory of Light by Brandon Sanderson & Robert Jordan)
9½*/10. The complete review is here.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
For the first time ever, my company is giving us Presidents' Day as a paid holiday. Which is greatly appreciated since it is a long time between the last holiday (New Year's Day) and the next one (Good Friday).
I'm taking the opportunity to do a little sky-riding on my dragon, Gleep.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Pope Benedict XVI is the first Pope to abdicate since 1415, and the first one to do so voluntarily since 1294.
Certainly his health has something to do with it - he's 86 years old. And the Cardinals who elected him in 2005 did so with the tacit understanding that, being an old fart, he'd be gracious enough to die rather quickly. Pope John Paul II reigned for 27 years, and most of those who wear the furry red-and-white thought that was entirely too long.
Still, Popes are supposed to rule until God chooses to take them home, the logic being Her will be done. So methinks there's a story here. Beyond the physical health.
Is he getting senile, and wants to quit before he gets too zonked to know it? Is a new and even more damaging Sexual Molestation scandal about to break? As head of the Roman Catholic church is he about to be required to appear in court in one of those cases? Will the Vatican itself be sued?
It's useless to speculate, but Benny is too much of a traditionalist to buck the the-yoke-till-you-croak protocol. And it's something more than just not feeling like getting out of bed in the morning.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Sylvia Plath (b. : 10/27/32) died on 11 February 1963. Ever the dutiful mother, she protected her kids by placing moist towels underneath the kitchen door before turning on the oven's gas and sticking her head as far into the oven as possible. In those days, depression and bipolar disorder were little understood, and the world of poetry lost a rising star way too early in her career.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
“Pandora’s box.” Ross drew a hand across his forehead, smearing sweat and fine sand into a brand.
Ashe nodded. “Maybe we run that risk, loosing all the devils of the aliens. But what if the Reds open the box first on one of their settlement worlds?”
There it was again, the old thorn which prodded them into risks and recklessness. Danger ahead on both paths. Don’t risk trying to learn galactic secrets, but don’t risk your enemy’s learning them either.
(from Key Out Of Time by Andre (Alice) Norton)
7½*/10. The complete review is here.
Saturday, February 09, 2013
Friday, February 08, 2013
Thursday, February 07, 2013
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
A hard-to-find 1980 collaboration between "New Grass" John Hartford and brothers Doug and Rodney Dillard of the Bluegrass band "The Dillards".
- TRACKS (favorites in pink) -
01. Break It To Me Gently
02. That'll Be The Day
03. Blue morning
04. The Same Thing (Makes You Laugh, Makes You Cry)
05. Yakety Yak
06. Something's Wrong
07. Boogie On Reggae Woman
08. Country Boy Rock and Roll
09. No Beer In Heaven
This was the second album that these three collaborated on, the other being Glitter Grass (1977), which I converted a while back. Permanent Wave (1980) seems to be lower-key and lower-energy than that one; but is still worth the listen if you like Blue Grass/New Grass. IMHO, the best tracks are the more lighthearted ones.
There's no doubt that the jewel of this album is the final song - No Beer In Heaven. NBIH is a German Polka tune from the 1950's, which Wikipedia calls "a song about the existential pleasures of beer-drinking". Existential, eh? Wow. Hartford adds his own second verse about the fact that there's also No Smoking (of various substances) in heaven. No one has yet put this track out on YouTube; I'd really appreciate it if somebody would.
The LP itself was in pristine condition; I considered not even running the scratch-removal program. An audiophile owned this album. Amazon packaged both of the D-H-D albums onto a single CD, and it sells for $15.10. Downloading the MP3 files only costs $9.99.
This isn't John Hartford at his finest, but it's still some pretty damn good bluegrass.
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
Monday, February 04, 2013
I understand the joke - books are free at the library. But the fact of the matter is, our local library also allows you to check out free Kindle downloads. If you're wanting a recent and popular release, you may have to get on a waiting list. But that's true of "book" books too.
And for the record, the library also has a deal where you can download free MP3 music. Three tracks per week. It's called Freegal. Check to see if your library takes part in this resource.
Sunday, February 03, 2013
On the rare occasion he’d let his guard down, she’d seen the depths of the man inside. She knew nothing could ever come of it. Aside from the twenty year age difference, he listened to Stravinsky, she listened to Sting. He was from South of London, she was from North of Lubbock. He grew up with a silver spoon, she grew up with a spork. It was hopeless.
(from The White Tree, by Edward W. Robertson)
5*/10. The full review is here..