There's been a request for articles which are, from my perspective, hugely nostalgic and they carry a whole lot of baggage or they wouldn't be worth remembering in the first place. They aren't my preference to write as there's no shortage of crazy in the world, there isn't now and there wasn't then. The interest from kids now is we were active participants in the craziness back then so let's hear it.
The article yesterday regarding the deaths of many Cincinnati kids at a concert by The Who was a deeply-personal recollection and my telling differs radically from much of the news reporting which was wildly-exploitative of a theme of rock maniacs stampeding and which, in general, carried the message. My nephew thought there was a stampede at the concert and I advised him otherwise. He appreciated that as I only telling him, not slamming him, and he requested more of this type of material. (Blog: Eyewitness Report from the Who Tragedy in Cincinnati - by Request)
No doubt his preference is for stories without fatalities and, other than that one, the only one generally who was ever close to fatality in them was me. That's just a quick scan over some acutely insane material.
There was one suicide and that story has been told in many ways by multiple people and all with different subjects. The story has deep relevance to the music, how it went, where it went, why it went but, in that context, the interest feels hugely narcissistic but it's also a memory of Ophir Shur, a man who made a huge impact on my life directly and indirectly by the way he left this world. As with any suicide, the only thing which remains isn't there may be something you could have done but the certain knowledge there are multiple things you could have done. Poetry usually comes easy but that article won't.
Fark. Maybe my head pushes them back because it doesn't truly accept the deaths, nor will it. Paul Delph died of HIV and he made a tremendous impact on my life, particularly with his last concert. That's another intensely-personal recollection as I went to that show with the Mystery Lady so this story is loaded twelve-storeys high.
The Mystery Lady also sang "For You" (I think the name of the song, sung by Christine McVie from Fleetwood Mac) for Jerry when he died of HIV and it was a gift for his friend, Kent, who grabbed my ass once but was shortly advised, we are friends, bud, we ain't lovahs. It was ok as we really were friends. He knew about Discus tropical fish and that made him cool right from the start.
Sometimes I feel like Millennials feel they invented these kinds of relationships and that really does no harm but really what happens is they carry forward something important which was already in-play. Peoples are peoples are peoples. It's hippie shit but it's still true.
Mostly what I was hearing was interest in the madness of the golden rock years when there were hippies all over the place, even though most of us were freaks, and the music didn't have autotune, robo-guitars, and synth guitars were a nightmare yet to come.
(Ed: synth guitars are a nightmare?)
Remember the Sunbeam Alpine. That car was such a gas to drive and it sounded so Sterling Moss without the resonator gadget on the muffler.
So, how often do you remember it running? That may be the only car in recorded history in which the fan broke. Who ever heard of a car's fan breaking and throwing one of the blades into the (cough) bonnet.
Now you're starting to understand synth guitar. It's grand when it works ... most of the time it doesn't.
Lotho, Laughing Gecko and Cadillac Man have been part of the Galactic Peace Tour and Resistance Movement since the time of resistance to an entirely different thing ... which turned out to be exactly the same. Mystery Lady has been riding this train for a long, long time as well.
Nobody cares about a history lesson so what you really want is to get down to the really crazy stuff and that is definitely my favorite part.
The article yesterday regarding the deaths of many Cincinnati kids at a concert by The Who was a deeply-personal recollection and my telling differs radically from much of the news reporting which was wildly-exploitative of a theme of rock maniacs stampeding and which, in general, carried the message. My nephew thought there was a stampede at the concert and I advised him otherwise. He appreciated that as I only telling him, not slamming him, and he requested more of this type of material. (Blog: Eyewitness Report from the Who Tragedy in Cincinnati - by Request)
No doubt his preference is for stories without fatalities and, other than that one, the only one generally who was ever close to fatality in them was me. That's just a quick scan over some acutely insane material.
There was one suicide and that story has been told in many ways by multiple people and all with different subjects. The story has deep relevance to the music, how it went, where it went, why it went but, in that context, the interest feels hugely narcissistic but it's also a memory of Ophir Shur, a man who made a huge impact on my life directly and indirectly by the way he left this world. As with any suicide, the only thing which remains isn't there may be something you could have done but the certain knowledge there are multiple things you could have done. Poetry usually comes easy but that article won't.
Fark. Maybe my head pushes them back because it doesn't truly accept the deaths, nor will it. Paul Delph died of HIV and he made a tremendous impact on my life, particularly with his last concert. That's another intensely-personal recollection as I went to that show with the Mystery Lady so this story is loaded twelve-storeys high.
The Mystery Lady also sang "For You" (I think the name of the song, sung by Christine McVie from Fleetwood Mac) for Jerry when he died of HIV and it was a gift for his friend, Kent, who grabbed my ass once but was shortly advised, we are friends, bud, we ain't lovahs. It was ok as we really were friends. He knew about Discus tropical fish and that made him cool right from the start.
Sometimes I feel like Millennials feel they invented these kinds of relationships and that really does no harm but really what happens is they carry forward something important which was already in-play. Peoples are peoples are peoples. It's hippie shit but it's still true.
Mostly what I was hearing was interest in the madness of the golden rock years when there were hippies all over the place, even though most of us were freaks, and the music didn't have autotune, robo-guitars, and synth guitars were a nightmare yet to come.
(Ed: synth guitars are a nightmare?)
Remember the Sunbeam Alpine. That car was such a gas to drive and it sounded so Sterling Moss without the resonator gadget on the muffler.
So, how often do you remember it running? That may be the only car in recorded history in which the fan broke. Who ever heard of a car's fan breaking and throwing one of the blades into the (cough) bonnet.
Now you're starting to understand synth guitar. It's grand when it works ... most of the time it doesn't.
Lotho, Laughing Gecko and Cadillac Man have been part of the Galactic Peace Tour and Resistance Movement since the time of resistance to an entirely different thing ... which turned out to be exactly the same. Mystery Lady has been riding this train for a long, long time as well.
Nobody cares about a history lesson so what you really want is to get down to the really crazy stuff and that is definitely my favorite part.
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