Monday, November 29, 2010

I got my mind set on you

The 80s were not kind to famed artists. It wasn't the decade of decadence, nor was is the decade of excess. It was the decade of Mullets. Let the party in the back just brush the shoulders, or tango with the person's legs; the mullet was there to stay. Who made the fashion statement sense to get rid of it in the 90s? Where'd it go in 1996? Oh yea, Billy Ray Cyrus and the Beastie Boys (Not that I'm complaining about Billy Ray ^_^). Regardless, the mullet stayed around for a bit, and claimed the life of many of its wearers. However, this post is not about the hairstyle.

It's about George "The Quiet One" Harrison.

Nine years ago, tonight, we heard on the 5 o'clock news that Harrison passed away in his home; from of all things, cancer. He had an off again, on again battle with it for a while. If memory serves right, his health really didn't make headlines until late in 2000, and then he passed in 2001.

Like a lot of folks who were places when a major celebrity passes, I remember where I was and what I was doing that night. I was home for the weekend from school. I had introduced a couple of friends to each other the previous month, so they figured they wanted to meet. So I brought the guy to my house, and then we proceeded to go across town to the girl's place. After the few second awkwardness, they said they'd be fine by themselves, if I wanted to come back later; they'd rather aquaint themselves with out me. Instead of driving home, I went to another friend's house, who happened to live 3 doors away. We were hanging out, watching TV and playing on the internet when the news came on that Harrison died. It was almost like "this is a joke, right?" because it was sudden. He was on the road to health and didn't have any set backs. But as the new cast went on, the more in depth the story went - from a 30 second explanation to a full couple minutes. I couldn't beleive it because he was my favourite Beatle.

I know might say that John or Macca was better, maybe even Ringo, but to me George was the bees knees. I really like the music he put out. I see the political points that John tried to make, as well as the poppy / quirky songs Macca did, but Ringo is best served behind a kit and George deserved better then being the one left behind. The Quiet Beatle wasn't in your face with his verses, nor was anything outlandish. It was more take it as it is, but mixed in some spirituality. Not that I'm spiritual, mind you. But I got it; I understood it.

So after talking to my friend about Harrison and how it turned to be a sad day, the guy friend called me, saying he was ready to go home. So I drove the 3 houses back, picked him up, and we were off. He had fun and I told him about Mr Harrison. The kid had no idea who the artist was to begin with, so I didn't have to do alot of talking - he showed no interest.

At any rate, George is a wonderful artist and great contributor to modern music. He is surely missed and I thank him for all the music he's done... from working with the Liverpool boys that we all know, to his solo albums, as well as working with one of the best super groups of all times - The Travelling Wilburys. Another artist from that group that I admire will have his RIP moment coming up next week - Roy "The Boy" Orbison. Rest in peace, gentlemen... you're truly missed.



"10 Favorite George Harrison Covers" (brought to you by AOL Media / Spinner) (check out the new Santana is up, as well as Bowie's version of Try Some, Buy Some from 2003)



Sunday, November 28, 2010

I feel sexy as I get bagged.

I love to hate to love technology. I do not own a digital camera, yet, the closest thing to taking photos Now! and uploading it Then! is my camera phone. Considering I have a Motorola W755, that means I do not have access to 4square, Twitter, or anything else internet accessible. Therefore, whatever pictures I take, if any, need to wait until I can get transfer everything.

So... without much further ado, I have gone shopping today. I was grocery shopping and tchotchke shopping. The first picture was taken in the grocery store, where the baggers need a reminder on how to give proper customer service: . What cracks me up is the fact it says "Use both hands to service customers faster!" Now, what the hell? That's a bit pervy, thanks. Unless you want to give me a hand job or something as you bag my potatoes, just put the damn veg in the basket.


The next picture is from tchotchke shopping. They had cheapo depot knock off cologne. So after seeing the service sign, I was feeling a little sexy and frisky: . Just what I need: Sex Appeal - "Sex Appeal. Now you don't have to be born with it. ... This provacative stimulating blend of rare spices and herbs was created by man for the sole purpose of attracting women. At will. Man can never have enough.". First off - if it's rare spices and herbs, why are you using it to create a man's cologne?! Secondly, yea, it figures - man created it, so he can use the rarities. Thirdly, if the sole purpose of a man (and his smell) is to attract a woman, then we're all screwed. Lastly, "man can never have enough"??? Give me a break...


Cheers;

Saturday, November 27, 2010

If you could only see how blue her eyes could be

When she says ... When she says she loves me.

I found Tonic's "If You Could Only See" video. Anyone else remember this song from 1996 and is brought back to a more naive rock? Call it my age, my generation, but holy hell... I completely forgot how much I love this song!  Man, those were the days when I will openly admit I dug the 90s music scene. It's music like this, that led Emerson Hart to have such a hit 2007 solo album! Dude knows how to kick it, that's for sure. We all want to bash that era - hell, I loathe what came out of the 80s (minus the Wilburys), but emo kids can thank alt rock and grunge for making the 90s cool. Bring back Tonic, Jane's Addiction (though they're still going strong. Woop woop), Everclear, 311, Better Than Ezra, Less Than Jake, Blind Melon, Gin Blossoms, and every thing else in between! Long live decent rock from "my generation". Screw this new pop shit!




Peep out this list of 90s rockers that were super cool!


Friday, November 26, 2010

Gobble Gobble

Happy Day after Thanksgiving. Hope everyone is stuffed to the feathers and enjoying their day of shopping, sports games and family time. I, myself,  spent last night with family. Pictures will probably be coming next month due to me not owning a digital camera. But c'est la vie, no?

At any rate, I was shopping at the grocery store this morning, and I went down an aisle to see Chicken Breast in a can. I have a camera phone, so of course, I had to snag a photo. So here, in all it's tinny goodness, Hormel's Chicken Breast in a can!


 

And actually, there were several different kinds - dark meat, white meat, and a mix of both. Surprisingly, next to the canned shrimp too. I did not buy it; seems like a weird thing to do.

The other thing is this:  A Dark chocolate Santa with a white beard. Yea, it's most likely mass produced, but even my more creative chef friends would mix it up a bit!

I welcome thoughts... please comment on whether you think these are cool or interesting things! Let me know.

So for now, I bid everyone adieu and go finish getting stuffed!

Cheers,

Monday, November 22, 2010

Jackie, I er... I have a headache

This morning I decided to listen to a local talk radio station out of New York. Among all the talk of the TSA horror stories (see Here), I completely forgot that today is the anniversary of the JFK assassination. You know, I should remember that, considering I know someone who is completely obsessed with the ordeal. Considering I've not talked to him in a while, I forgot Kennedy was singing to the flowers.

Forty seven years ago today, November 22, 1963, John Fitzgerald Kennedy was murdered in Daly Plaza in Dallas Texas. I wasn't alive then, but it was definitely a major impact in US History. Kennedy was a local boy. He ruled the political airwaves along with his brothers Bobby and Teddy. Now all we have left is random relatives and the Govenator. «overly joyed»


"Breaking" news

Peruse the net... Find the info about the Kennedies. You might surprise yourself. I can't divulge all the info I have (I've got the original broadcast of CBS news from November 22-24 1963 assassination).



Friday, November 19, 2010

When I wake up, yeah I'm gonna be

It's sad when you wake up and the first thought in your sleepy little mind is a song from 1954. You know you listen to too many older songs when... So the song was Dean Martin's Sway and although I couldn't find an actual performance without going past the first page on Youtube, Moses Supposes this will do.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

I edit the songs the whole world sings

     I'm not a big "chick flick" person, nor do I fare easily into mindless movies whose stars are better suited for their known television roles. However, I just finished watching Suburban Girl with Sarah Michelle Gellar and Alec Baldwin. It is a fairly recent movie, only having a slow decline into premium cable viewership. I've honestly not heard about it until catching a random five minutes a couple weeks ago. Having rented it, it got lost among the saved pile. Today was the first time I got to watch the film, in its entirety, on the same channel I caught it originally.

     The premise of the film takes us to New York, where a fledgling associate editor to a publishing company (Gellar) stumbles upon an often misguided May-December romance with a rival firm's powerhouse CEO (Baldwin). There were times where it was a little droning, but as a whole, the movie was halfway decent. Hearty one liners mixed well with the bold undertones (often set a little heavy in some places) of the old "this age difference really is the problem".  Without ruining the movie for people who'd want to see this, I think that in the end, it plays nicely with the general public's view on relationships, jobs, and life as we know it. From a scale of one to ten, I'd give this a five and a half, boarding 6.


Suburban Girl via IMDB


Sunday, November 14, 2010

Howdy, North...

Wow, November 14, where'd you come from? You just swiftly crept in, in the middle of the night, and decided to wave hello! Well... helloo. Oh. oh (yes, I've repeated that. I know). Not only has this month decided to march in with the best of them, November has also decided to bring some crazy weather. Minneapolis last night was in a state of emergency because of snow (poor buggers). It was raining off and on for a few days last week for us (better then Minneapolis last night!). Florida, as usual, has seen it's fair share of warm. And what the hell was with that 90 degree day in California the other day? What month did you think it was, Cali - July?! Frell....



 
So, is it me, or does Bowie's ear look like he's gauging?


Cheers,