Monday, August 20, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
The only one I was interested in, a double live album by DEVO, was sold out, along with many other things. Apparently, the line was around the block.
I don't particularly love record stores. There was once an argument about vinyl sounding better than CD, but that ceased to be valid as digital technology improved in the 1990s. Quite frankly, even though I still buy CDs, mp3s and similar ethereal audio formats are the way to go. Also, record stores are expensive. I don't want to pay $16.95 for a CD. That's basically what killed the physical album industry, so who would a quirk of nostalgia fighting against progress try to encourage one of the worst parts of the past?
However, today was a good day. I found something I had regrets about. Something I once found and passed by. When I was in high school and into college, I used to hit music shops all the time. Before Napster and well before Youtube, the easiest way to sample old music was to buy up old cassettes and LPs. One store I used to frequent, Arboria Records, had a large selection of $1 albums. The cassettes were easier to browse, but the dollar records were along the floor underneath the organized bins. It circled the entire store, but I eventually made my way through the whole selection. It's how I was first introduced to Trouble.
I also found the debut EP of an L.A. band many people have heard of, Ratt. I wasn't that into glam metal (then or now), so I never purchased it. I later learned the EP is fairly rare, and Ratt was one of the better of the pop-leaning metal acts from the Sunset Strip. I kicked myself for not picking up the record, which featured Tawny Kitaen's legs in fishnet stockings poured into red high heels and covered with albino rats.
This was many years ago. We're talking Clinton Administration.
Today, low and behold, I find not one but two copies. I finally corrected my youthful error, and while at it, got Black Sabbath's "Born Again" and "Mob Rules" albums. The woman gave me a free "Record Day" canvas shopping bag, along with a Metal Blade sampler and some other CD because I "like the metal," as she said. Fortune worked in my favor today. It even spurred me to come back and visit the blog, so it seems your fortunate has improved, too.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Pearl Jam ~ Pink Floyd ~ Bush ~ Van Halen ~ Shinedown ~ AC/DC ~ Weezer ~ Metallica ~ Foo Fighters ~ U2 ~ Offspring ~ Led Zeppelin ~ Seether ~ Police ~ Soundgarden ~ Linkin Park ~ Guns N Roses ~ Green Day ~ Rolling Stones ~ Nirvana ~ Tom Petty ~ Red Hot Chili Peppers ~ Who ~ Stone Temple Pilots ~ Ozzy Osbourne
Does anyone read that list with excited? Here are some adjectives: tired, repetitive, worn, old, dull. Maybe 15 or 20 years ago that list may have been enticing, but now it further emphasizes why people use satellite radio, Pandora, or their own mp3 players (or CDs, if your vehicle is old like mine).
I have not turned my back completely on FM radio. I still enjoy the college stations and non-profits, who are always willing to play new and different music.
Of course, I'm at an age where I'm starting to resent and mistrust people younger than me, so there may come a time when I can no longer appreciate new music. At that point, there will always be WMMR.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
That is why it is humorous when observing the sports journalist. This is a person that takes his (or sometimes her) job with the seriousness of an embedded Middle East reporter, but with the writing skills of an elementary school student and the logic to match. Peyton Manning, one of the top Quarterbacks in the National Football League (both active and all time) was released from the Indianapolis Colts. Understandably, most teams were inquiring about his interest in playing with them. The experts in newspaper, television and radio began weighing in. They cried that Peyton Manning does not want to play in cold weather, having previously spent his time playing in a dome arena. They said that he would not want to play in the AFC East, where he would have to face fellow elite Quarterback Tom Brady twice per year.
As I commented on March 16th, "One of best QBs ever is afraid of adversity? Bullshit!" As it turns out, Manning agreed, and signed with the Denver Broncos. Denver is, of course, one mile above sea level and has average temperatures that would freeze snot. Furthermore, the idea that Manning could not handle cold temperatures or play as well outdoors is absurd, and easily disproved by a cursory glance at simple statistics.
It makes me wonder what these sports commentators are paid to do. It can't be accurate analysis.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Cut to the woman in a run down public restroom. She just had sex with another woman, or so we are led to believe (and I will choose to believe that), so she is smoking a cigarette nervously while fumbling with a bill. It appeared to be a morning after bill, and while I am no expert on biology, I am almost certain lesbians cannot make each other pregnant with just their vaginas. Nevertheless, the audience (me) can tell she seesaws on this issue before ultimately deciding not to take the pill. As this has so far been a comedy (really, it was), she goes to through the pill down the sink but then fumbles to catch it because all the problems associated with flushing medication into the sewer system.
The scene cuts to a sunny day. We are outside (clearly), and a metal door creaks open. The woman stumbles out and there is a huge pile of bagged garbage next to the door. She grabs one, stuffs the pill inside, and sets it down. Meanwhile, teenage boys from the school see her. They are behind a fence, approximately eight feet in height, and covered with barbed wire. The boys go into a frenzy, slamming into the fence and snarling. The gate is chained and will not budge. One black boy keeps trying to vault over the fence, but his legs continue to get torn on the barb wire, and he howls in pain. I think it even tore up his track suit, poor lad.
Eventually, a white boy headbutts the fence (in traditional English football fashion) and the gate breaks. A swarm of crazed boys rush both our woman and three other girls who are sunbathing outside the school. They begin to tear at the women's clothing, and one woman is stripped down and raped. While the women scream in terror, none other than Mr. T himself shows up.
Mr. T starts singing. And punching the boys. In the face.
The song is cheerful. I'm not sure I ever caught the words, but I wouldn't be surprised if they went something like, "I love sunshine and gumdrops, I'll kill you if you don't stop."
The action is then interlaced with clips of the other actors from The A-Team, giving the thumbs up and smiling. Dwight Schultz and Dirk Benedict are both older than they were in the TV show, but stock footage is used for George Peppard as he has since passed away. It is then clear to me that this is a pilot to help relaunch The A-Team.
And then I woke up.
And now you just read about my dream.
Of course, Mr. T has moved on to other things.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Curiously, a study released recently indicates that Hotmail is better at preventing spam than either Gmail or Yahoo. This is shocking, as I typically equate Hotmail with nothing but spam. Who knew you could get regular email there, too?