I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
"Damn... No spoffle-pins in stock? " "We get them delivered direct, what size spoffle pin did you want, small medium or large?" "Ummm I suppose I'd better get a large, just in case"
"It's on its way"
btw: I used to live about ten miles south of Mikkeli.
I recently read an article which quoted someone as describing himself as "The best thing since canned bread". Sliced, surely? But of course, the concept nagged at me and I now know that canned bread is a reality. Indeed, if you come from Maine, or from Japan, you're probably bemused by the fact that I'm bemused. As if I were wondering about canned beans, for instance. Let it be duly recorded that prior to today, I had never heard of canned bread, nor did I ever ponder the possibility. I understand that canned bread sells rather well, and that New Englanders feel lost without it, so it is exported to expatriates across the globe. It features regularly in SpongeBob cartoons. Survivalists stock it in their bunkers. I shall not be purchasing any. I like my bread fresh, aromatic, warm inside, and crunchy on the outside. mmmm. I rather think cylindrical bread in a can might not tick the boxes there. However, if you've ever had canned bread, do tell if it's as disgusting and rubbery as it sounds.
What sort of music do I like? Well, this is one of my favourite pieces.
I was challenged to find a riposte to Red Dirt Girl's "Magic Man"
by someone or other... Oh yeah. Heart.
Heart? Never heard of them....
Well, I was listening to heaps of cool music, but in the end I came back to this. She's unlikely to listen to it all, because this is a whole album worth. Still xxxx!
The Allman Brothers Band, jamming at the Fillmore East, New York, March 1971, played this.
The resulting live recorded album was released in July of that year. Sadly, only a couple of months later lead guitarist Duane Allman was killed in a motorcycle crash near his home in Macon, Georgia. A year later, another member of the band, bassist Berry Oakley died the same way, less than a mile from the spot where Duane had crashed.
I recall that several of my friends said this track was "rubbish" I didn't agree with them then, and I don't now. I just love this. According to the band this was really jammed, it evolved there and then, on the stage of the Fillmore.
The origin of Mountain Jam was a song by Donovan,
I doubt that many of you will listen to it all. That's okay, I won't be offended.
I think this is a great example of improvisation around a theme.
Today is the winter solstice. Today, at 17:47 GMT, the northern pole of the axis of the earth's rotation is pointed the furthest away from the sun. I apologise for the clumsy nature of my explanation. If you google winter solstice, I'm sure you'll find articulate astronomommerists explaining it better.
It was a festival, signifying the point of the year when the days no longer became shorter, and instead start to lengthen, it's truly the end of one year, start of another, depite the fact that our calendar's a bit out of synch. The Christian church mysteriously chose to hold its major festivals at the same time as the pagans held theirs, the choice of the 25th december to celebrate Jesus' birth is not underpinned by any date evidence in the bible. (As far as I can determine, the bible scholars pin his birth to mid-september 2 B.C.)
This just makes me laugh. Miss Li is Linda Carlsson, from Borlange in Sweden, well, these days, apparently she's based in Stockholm. Loopy as a bag of puppies, in a good way. If you don't smile at this video, there's something badly wrong with you.
I stole it from Relax Max's blog, Clarity 2009 in order to spread it to my three readers.... Oh, sorry, both of you, uh.. Hey! come back! Oh well, I'll just listen to it by myself then.
