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Clicked on the Boobs? So, I've had breakfast at the usual place, been to the supermarket and bought most of the things a young man needs (early enough to miss a 
line at the checkout counter), taken Mr. Wuss for his annual checkup,
shots and vaccinations (11.6 lbs and damned quiet in his box while large
animals on leashes were snuffling about in the waiting room) and I'm
sitting here thinking of interesting ways to fill an afternoon.
Raining out, of course, but that doesn't seem to matter. I'll be a little pissed if it rains during the Chinese New Years parade tomorrow. (Which it will, but what the hell, I'll worry about that in the morning.) I'm going to listen to music, play some of the things I haven't played in decades and see if I can bring back some of the enjoyment that music brought me when it was new. Mr. Winwood's Mr. Fantasy is playing in the background right now.
I wonder how much of that music had to be heard when it was first released,
Lisa made the comment about my 100 books list, that this guy was old enough to have read Hunter Thompson, for example, when Fear and Loathing was new. By the time she'd read Thompson the edge wasn't as sharp and the experience was, um, interesting, but interesting in the sense that history is interesting, old wires melted by a current long since gone to ground.
I suppose. Who in the hell listened to the big band sounds of the fourties
when I was a kid? Who in the hell listened to much of anything if they were
How did I get on this subject? Old fart's lament #2. Pay no attention. In my coherent moments I'm really quite agreeable and perceptive enough to keep my mouth shut (as well as my ears, evidently). I've been noodling about with buttons lately, as these bare bones examples show. I downloaded a PhotoShop plug-in program from Extensis that makes buttons and I'm not quite sure I have a handle on it yet. Kind of fun, though. Hard to do one of these web site things if you can't do buttons. How many of you clicked on the boobs? |
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how much of it is a product of its time? I don't think anybody thinks about
the Beatles' music very much anymore, the sound these days is almost like
background noise, something you'd hear on an elevator on your way to work.
I can assure you it wasn't like that when it was new. When it was new it
was an open door to somewhere you'd never been, never heard of and the
light from the other side cast fascinating shadows. "Come inside little
boy. Bring your friends."
introduced to music in the early fifties? The late
fifties is another matter, what with Elvis and Chuck Berry, but the sixties
decade started slowly before the Beatles came out of Liverpool. Everything
from about 1966 through 1973 was touched by god and the Vietnam war. I
remember the Sex Pistols (and have some of their albums), but its
been spotty for me since and FM radio, permanently tuned to KSAN during
the turn of the sixties decade, sits mute.