These are from, kid you not, my first time playing out. It was in Berlin a few years ago, at a historic bar about a block from Checkpoint Charlie near the Wall. It’s called The Oscar Wilde Bar and was the first place people would go to have a “free” beer in West Berlin. It was full of posters plastered to the ceiling, exceptionally friendly people (we met people from all over that night) and a singer on an electric-acoustic doing crowd-pleasing singalong stuff. I had enough beer (the best stuff, called Kilkenny) to be cajoled into getting on stage and doing a few covers in front of complete strangers. Seriously, this happened, and it was awesome. What a great memory.
- Chalkdust Torture (Phish)
- Dirt (Phish)
- Over the Hills and Far Away (Led Zeppelin)
Busted out my Band In The Pocket #1 CD and jammed out for a bit. It’s got some flub-spots, but all in all I’m pleased with it. Needs work but I’m glad to be following along and having fun.
The camera was a Sony Cybershot – not really a video camera, though one of those is coming soon! I didn’t play the song all the way through… it just loops a bunch of times and figured I’d run out of memory card space.
Somewhere near the middle, my cell phone receives a text message. Yes, I know it will strike you as some surprise jingle and no, it’s not part of the song.
Found this here.
Facts you need to know before viewing the ads:
1. BMW started it.
2. Audi answered.
3. Subaru needed to say something.
4. Bentley Chairman had the last word!
I clicked the Magic 8 Ball on my Google homepage just now, after asking it a series of questions. My network connection was up the whole time, so I know this wasn’t a fluke. After as many questions as I asked it, the answer was shown, in an unprecedented and indisputable way, that I will, in my lifetime:
- Become a truly rockin’ guitarist, and meet bandmates and have as much fun as possible as garage band kings…
- Successfully negotiate a hostage crisis using only a candy bar as collateral…
- Run for Mayor of a small and relatively unknown Third World country (and win)…
- Will see pigs fly, some people get what they deserve, and epiphany, all on the same day…
- Enjoy the fruits of my labors…
- Defy the odds by winning the largest lottery winnings in Florida history…
- Freak out some stranger, completely by accident somehow, and they will respond with “Eeegad!”…
- Decode the human genome…
As proof positive of these things, I’m posting a sanitized screenshot because I just know some of you are reading this.
Idoia and I just had some fun coming up with what would be a good list of covers to do at an open mic night sometime and somewhere (when I learn to sing). This would also work pretty well at a casual gathering of friends, for which I would need a nice acoustic guitar. Suggestions, requests and a blacklist are welcome… post your replies and let me know.
- The Boxer (Simon and Garfunkel)
- Dirt (Phish)
- Chalkdust Torture (Phish)
- Sweet Home Chicago (Robert Johnson)
- Comfortably Numb (Pink Floyd)
- Sweet Caroline (Neil Diamond)
- She Came In Through the Bathroom Window (The Beatles)
- Sweet Jane (Velvet Underground)
- Ziggy Stardust (David Bowie)
- Brown Eyed Women (Grateful Dead)
- Dire Wolf (Grateful Dead)
- Black Throated wind (Grateful Dead)
- Dear Prudence (The Beatles)
- Santeria (Sublime)
- What I Got (Sublime)
- Blackbird (The Beatles)
- Pride and Joy (Stevie Ray Vaughn)
- Freebird (Lynyrd Skynyrd)
- Here Comes The Sun (The Beatles)
- Black Water (The Allman Brothers)
- Sympathy for the Devil (The Rolling Stones)
- Jane Says (Jane’s Addiction)
- She Caught the Katy (Taj Majal)
- Never Been to Spain (Elvis)
- Cecilia (Simon and Garfunkel)
You don’t have to be 80 years old to say, “Back in my day…” I’m 32 years old and can distinctly recall things in my past, not too distant, that either have changed dramatically or have ceased to exist altogether in today’s world. Most notably are these “new” medical conditions, diseases, disorders, and maladies.
I just saw a commercial for a drug, I don’t recall what it was called exactly, but it was to treat this NEW condition called PMDD. This stands for Pre-Menstrual Dysphoric Disorder. As found on UnderstandPMDD.com, PMDD is…
Women who have PMDD experience a combination of emotional and physical symptoms that are severe enough to significantly interfere with how they function at school, work or in their personal relationships. These symptoms occur during the 14 days before a woman’s period.
Now, you don’t have to be too old or experienced to know that what’s described above is call Pre-Menstrual Syndrome. It’s not PMDD… it’s PMS. Emotional roller coasters, cramps, bloating, irritability, depression… seriously, historically this has been known as Pre Menstraul Syndrome, right?
Why is this upsetting to me? Because it’s further evidence that previously understood conditions are being re-labelled by the pharmaceutical industry in order to sell more drugs.
This, dear readers, is absolute bullshit.
Back in my day (a whole 20 years ago), depression was called “sadness.” Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder was called “stupidity.” Erectile Dysfunction was called “can’t get it up.” Back then, our kids weren’t doped up on Ritalin, we weren’t all doped up on Valium and Wellbutrin and Zoloft, and those of us that couldn’t get a hardon were called “unfortunate.” We LIVED with it, and that’s the way the cookie crumbled.
“But modern science has helped us understand these maladies,” you say. Bullshit, you sheep. The massive pharmaceutical companies that gross more in a year than many small nations have convinced us all through marketing and advertisements that we’re all sick… with something, and the only remedy is to medicate ourselves with guess what… their products!
Seriously, when YOU were a kid, do you EVER remember commercials for sleep aids? No, you don’t. And the reason you don’t is because back then, 10, 20, 30 years ago… people actually worked, as in physical labor, and if you do that (or excercise), you’re actually TIRED at the end of the day… and sleep wasn’t a problem. Today though, you can take Ambien and you’re all cool.