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Wednesday, July 27, 2005
take me down to the hospital
all went great for s.a. at the hospital! thanks to all that sent regards, it seems to have worked very well indeed. it should have been a 4-day-bed-stay, and she waltzes out in 2, (she had the 'l-4' disc in her back replaced, big time ouch, and they went in thru the front! i'd stayed a month).
s.a. is one tuff lil' cookie, all the nurses and docs were astonished and raved at how fast she was up and about. i thought they were gonna give her a standing ovation when we left, (they'll prolly put up a plaque at the nurses station and use s.a. as an example. . . 'man, now you can do better than that, we had this one girl in here that was outta here in 2 days! now c'mon and walk!').
i gotta tell ya, i have done my, (and others), fair share of time in e.r.'s, wards and semi-privates, but it's horrible to be waiting for someone in surgery. i was so damn nervous. the 2 1/2 hrs felt like it took forever. i shouldn't have worried tho', she nailed it.
we lucked out as they let me stay in the room with her, (i had to juggle some things on my busy schedule and i somehow managed to make the time), so we brought enuff stuff for a week's vacation. we always pack too much crap, every place we go. one flight to new orleans we got fined there and back for the steamer trunk s.a. was lugging about.
the poor girl slept for most of the 2 days, so i spent my time sneaking in some wine and sneaking out for some 'fresh air' in the parking lot, (i can only sit in a hospital room voluntarily for a short time, like i said, i did my time).
i zipped thru my new copy of 'the da vinci code', (what a really great read, especially the illustrated edition), raided the nurses kitchen for supplies when i could and soaked up my tape of rock and roll hospital songs called 'bed pans, sponge baths and a morphine drip', (another is 'anesthesia', you can only imagine what is on there).
...we're back home and i am so grateful it all went well, (she has been up and down the stairs, trying to cook dinner . . . i may have to strap her to the bed!).
still, i really don't like hospitals and try to avoid them at all costs, but i always end up there, like it or not. i kinda liked it this time.
(s.a. is sleeping it off and i'm gonna rip a cd from the anesthesia tape, put it in the deck upstairs, crawl in the bed, hug her gently, then fall asleep . . . nite all.)
an mp3 taste of 'bed pans...'
the rolling stones - sister morphine (from 'sticky fingers')
the replacements - take me down to the hospital (from 'hootenanny')
doctor ross - boogie disease (from 'sun records 50th anniversary')
the beatles - doctor robert (from 'revolver')
new york dolls - pills (from 'new york dolls')
s.a. is one tuff lil' cookie, all the nurses and docs were astonished and raved at how fast she was up and about. i thought they were gonna give her a standing ovation when we left, (they'll prolly put up a plaque at the nurses station and use s.a. as an example. . . 'man, now you can do better than that, we had this one girl in here that was outta here in 2 days! now c'mon and walk!').
i gotta tell ya, i have done my, (and others), fair share of time in e.r.'s, wards and semi-privates, but it's horrible to be waiting for someone in surgery. i was so damn nervous. the 2 1/2 hrs felt like it took forever. i shouldn't have worried tho', she nailed it.
we lucked out as they let me stay in the room with her, (i had to juggle some things on my busy schedule and i somehow managed to make the time), so we brought enuff stuff for a week's vacation. we always pack too much crap, every place we go. one flight to new orleans we got fined there and back for the steamer trunk s.a. was lugging about.
the poor girl slept for most of the 2 days, so i spent my time sneaking in some wine and sneaking out for some 'fresh air' in the parking lot, (i can only sit in a hospital room voluntarily for a short time, like i said, i did my time).
i zipped thru my new copy of 'the da vinci code', (what a really great read, especially the illustrated edition), raided the nurses kitchen for supplies when i could and soaked up my tape of rock and roll hospital songs called 'bed pans, sponge baths and a morphine drip', (another is 'anesthesia', you can only imagine what is on there).
...we're back home and i am so grateful it all went well, (she has been up and down the stairs, trying to cook dinner . . . i may have to strap her to the bed!).
still, i really don't like hospitals and try to avoid them at all costs, but i always end up there, like it or not. i kinda liked it this time.
(s.a. is sleeping it off and i'm gonna rip a cd from the anesthesia tape, put it in the deck upstairs, crawl in the bed, hug her gently, then fall asleep . . . nite all.)
an mp3 taste of 'bed pans...'
the rolling stones - sister morphine (from 'sticky fingers')
the replacements - take me down to the hospital (from 'hootenanny')
doctor ross - boogie disease (from 'sun records 50th anniversary')
the beatles - doctor robert (from 'revolver')
new york dolls - pills (from 'new york dolls')
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
the only crime i ever did was play some rock-n-roll!
i feel very lucky to be the middle-aged punked rocker i am. i look around and what do i see? not a whole lot musically these days. maybe it's because not a whole lot really shakes my boat. i find myself buying up cds of vinyl i already have, or filling up a bands old cataloge.
i gobble up all the new stuff posted on all the mp3 blogs i frequent, but in the end it is like panning for gold. only a few nuggets in a lot of dirt. bands like the decemberists, billy harvey, bloc party, the motel beds and the scientists catch my ear, not much else, (and will they be around a year from now? i hope so!).
we live in such disposable times, and nothing seems to stick to this old hide.
i mean no harm to none involved, it's just that no single thing is rockin' anyone's boat it seems. no big thing. no next big thing on the near horizon either. kinda like the dog days on the horse lattitudes. where are the new beatles? i really don't see coldplay filling those shoes, too formulamatic, they just have no edge, fuck the hype. . . (there is not even a 'trouble' on the new record. nothing is sticking.)
but i do have vast resourses of my own to pick from, (thank dog i don't rely on the radio!).
yesterday i needed to make a necessity run for much needed supplies and grabbed some old cds for the trip, (reno is not big by any means, but a ride to sparks is still an adventure. long and hot and dusty . . . . and did i say hot?), and so being a long hot summer it was of a bit of importance to find something that reminded me of summer . . .
i picked up the cds of little feat's 'feats don't fail me now' and the strangler's 1st, 'IV rattus norvegicus'. i stuck in the strangler's cd and was again brought back to the summer 1977, (i think my fave summer of all time, it was the music, and the whole punk thingy going).
the stranglers were not like all the other punk crap filtering from that silly island at all. these guys were punk w/out even trying . . . dark, forboding and wild music, unlike the punk rantings about the dole. on the 1st and best lp, these guys were writing songs about being a rat on the beaches and in the sewers, and making it sing-along. it was like the summer of love, in the midst of flower power and hearing the doors doing 'the end', something so different and yet very compelling, and scary as shit. funny, cos it seems they got together thru the melody maker ad list. weird how things fall together. . .
'peaches' is the ultimate beach tune for watchers and lookers on a hot cocoa-butter laden day in front of the surf, seen from the eyes of a rat.
and 'get a grip (on yourself)' kinda sums up playing in a rock outfit. being sorta married to 4 or 5 guys you really don't like for less than government wages whilst holding down a day job digging holes then filling them back up again. (how i miss that dearly!).
well, that is my summation yer honor. i now need to bring the missus to the hospital. she goes under the knife today. she's all twitchy and i am nervous as hell. . . updates to follow!
some summer strangler tunes to hang onto the beach to! from the 1st lp(by way of yousendit!):
the stranglers - peaches
the stranglers - get a grip (on yourself)
(. . . i'll fill in the gaps at a later date, if ever . . . other than that, yer on yer own. . . i'm headed to the hospital, see ya'll in a few days.)
i gobble up all the new stuff posted on all the mp3 blogs i frequent, but in the end it is like panning for gold. only a few nuggets in a lot of dirt. bands like the decemberists, billy harvey, bloc party, the motel beds and the scientists catch my ear, not much else, (and will they be around a year from now? i hope so!).
we live in such disposable times, and nothing seems to stick to this old hide.
i mean no harm to none involved, it's just that no single thing is rockin' anyone's boat it seems. no big thing. no next big thing on the near horizon either. kinda like the dog days on the horse lattitudes. where are the new beatles? i really don't see coldplay filling those shoes, too formulamatic, they just have no edge, fuck the hype. . . (there is not even a 'trouble' on the new record. nothing is sticking.)
but i do have vast resourses of my own to pick from, (thank dog i don't rely on the radio!).
yesterday i needed to make a necessity run for much needed supplies and grabbed some old cds for the trip, (reno is not big by any means, but a ride to sparks is still an adventure. long and hot and dusty . . . . and did i say hot?), and so being a long hot summer it was of a bit of importance to find something that reminded me of summer . . .
i picked up the cds of little feat's 'feats don't fail me now' and the strangler's 1st, 'IV rattus norvegicus'. i stuck in the strangler's cd and was again brought back to the summer 1977, (i think my fave summer of all time, it was the music, and the whole punk thingy going).
the stranglers were not like all the other punk crap filtering from that silly island at all. these guys were punk w/out even trying . . . dark, forboding and wild music, unlike the punk rantings about the dole. on the 1st and best lp, these guys were writing songs about being a rat on the beaches and in the sewers, and making it sing-along. it was like the summer of love, in the midst of flower power and hearing the doors doing 'the end', something so different and yet very compelling, and scary as shit. funny, cos it seems they got together thru the melody maker ad list. weird how things fall together. . .
'peaches' is the ultimate beach tune for watchers and lookers on a hot cocoa-butter laden day in front of the surf, seen from the eyes of a rat.
and 'get a grip (on yourself)' kinda sums up playing in a rock outfit. being sorta married to 4 or 5 guys you really don't like for less than government wages whilst holding down a day job digging holes then filling them back up again. (how i miss that dearly!).
well, that is my summation yer honor. i now need to bring the missus to the hospital. she goes under the knife today. she's all twitchy and i am nervous as hell. . . updates to follow!
some summer strangler tunes to hang onto the beach to! from the 1st lp(by way of yousendit!):
the stranglers - peaches
the stranglers - get a grip (on yourself)
(. . . i'll fill in the gaps at a later date, if ever . . . other than that, yer on yer own. . . i'm headed to the hospital, see ya'll in a few days.)
Friday, July 22, 2005
deep blues
one of my daily reads in the bog-o-world is 'pre-war blues', (or as the running title says, 'honey, where ya been so long?'). as i am a confirmed blues fanatic and always on the lookout for new old stuff, this site just fills that hole so perfectly. these guys have the best of the stuff ya really can't find anywhere, and i mean everyday of the week is something new and exciting and old as dirt. i really don't know how they do it but i am so glad they do.
peter, (the sitemaster), asked for a measley 3 dollars to help with cost as a way to upgrade, hell, i threw a 10 spot his way to confirm i would still get my daily dose. and he has really come thru with excellent videos of 'lightnin' hopkins', (a bunch of 'em from the early 60's), and a short flick of roy smeck in 1926 doin' some unimaginable guitar and harp work.
it is worth a look see! (but only donors get the look see tho').
and moving along with the blues thingy, we just got the rest of the wonderful 3 part dvd series 'american folk blues festival 1962-1969'. what a godsend! all the viddys are in pristine condition. they look as tho they were filmed last week. they capture some of the greatest blues artists ever, at the prime of their careers. willie dixon, muddy waters, howlin' wolf, john lee hooker, sonny boy williamson, and one of the only filmed performances of my harp hero little walter . . . unbelievable!
the stuff is pulled from old british and german t.v. specials, (america had yet to embrace their own at this point in time), and has these guys in all elements. they are playing in front of old south plantation sets, caught backstage playing to each other. . . .and to see big momma thorton belt out 'hound dog' is worth the price of admission alone, classic! if you love the roots, this is it.
oh, and one more thing. a few years ago i picked up the book 'deep blues' by robert palmer, (not the one you think). it is the definitive story of the mississippi delta blues. i think i have blazed thru it at least 4 times now, it is like taking a cruise with a dobro and harp down thru history, and makes you wanna dig up all the references just to listen to while you read thru his wonderful prose. a must!
ok, gotta go plow thru my new copy of husker du's 'new day rising', (i love gettin' cds of my records that are too well plowed, so clean and undanced on, for now). . . a review to follow, as soon as we get 'flip your wig', to complete the trilogy (those 2 with 'zen arcade'. . . the rest were just not up to the cut) . . . well, talk about tangents. . .
back to the blues, (some of my fave blues cuts on mp3, for a limited time via yousendit):
muddy waters - louisiana blues
robert johnson - terraplane blues
charley patton - spoonful blues
the mississippi sheiks - sittin' on top of the world
peter, (the sitemaster), asked for a measley 3 dollars to help with cost as a way to upgrade, hell, i threw a 10 spot his way to confirm i would still get my daily dose. and he has really come thru with excellent videos of 'lightnin' hopkins', (a bunch of 'em from the early 60's), and a short flick of roy smeck in 1926 doin' some unimaginable guitar and harp work.
it is worth a look see! (but only donors get the look see tho').
and moving along with the blues thingy, we just got the rest of the wonderful 3 part dvd series 'american folk blues festival 1962-1969'. what a godsend! all the viddys are in pristine condition. they look as tho they were filmed last week. they capture some of the greatest blues artists ever, at the prime of their careers. willie dixon, muddy waters, howlin' wolf, john lee hooker, sonny boy williamson, and one of the only filmed performances of my harp hero little walter . . . unbelievable!
the stuff is pulled from old british and german t.v. specials, (america had yet to embrace their own at this point in time), and has these guys in all elements. they are playing in front of old south plantation sets, caught backstage playing to each other. . . .and to see big momma thorton belt out 'hound dog' is worth the price of admission alone, classic! if you love the roots, this is it.
oh, and one more thing. a few years ago i picked up the book 'deep blues' by robert palmer, (not the one you think). it is the definitive story of the mississippi delta blues. i think i have blazed thru it at least 4 times now, it is like taking a cruise with a dobro and harp down thru history, and makes you wanna dig up all the references just to listen to while you read thru his wonderful prose. a must!
ok, gotta go plow thru my new copy of husker du's 'new day rising', (i love gettin' cds of my records that are too well plowed, so clean and undanced on, for now). . . a review to follow, as soon as we get 'flip your wig', to complete the trilogy (those 2 with 'zen arcade'. . . the rest were just not up to the cut) . . . well, talk about tangents. . .
back to the blues, (some of my fave blues cuts on mp3, for a limited time via yousendit):
muddy waters - louisiana blues
robert johnson - terraplane blues
charley patton - spoonful blues
the mississippi sheiks - sittin' on top of the world
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