You guys
listen to this.
My resting pulse?
Is fifty-three!!
!!
listen to this.
My resting pulse?
Is fifty-three!!
!!
秋の月
ばかどもを見る
さてさてと
The autumn moon
Gazes down on some idiots
Well now, it says
Broadly speaking, my internal struggle can be characterized as one between Naturalism and Romanticism.
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Holy Christ the weather is gorgeous. I gotta get out and and ride.
Things are monumentally weird right now. Not even bad. Just weird. So instead of talking about the events in my life that even I don't truly understand, I'm going to talk about something that none of you will probably care about, but which has been a source of solace for me for the past several months.
I'm going to talk about the music of On Any Sunday.
On Any Sunday is a 1971 documentary about motorcycling. My father is a great fan, and I watched it countless times in my youth. What stuck with me for years -- aside from the love of two-wheeled vehicles -- was the incredible soundtrack.
Composed by the prolific Dominic Frontiere and performed by an assortment of amazing session musicians including the great Carol Kaye on bass, the film score is some kind of masterpiece of late '60s-early '70s commercial jazz. I don't know how else to put it.
I love all the tracks, but the highlight is undoubtedly the 2'45" funk number "Sunday Drivin'." Starting off with an incredibly tight groove laid down by Kaye and drummer Larry Bunker, it launches into a guitar- and brass-driven crescendo that piles on note after note to a stack of chords that finally explodes (collapses?) into a gloriously driving melody that in turn gives way to a psychedelic guitar solo before repeating the whole thing with an organ and then -- yes -- a harmonica.
It is joy. The album was released only on vinyl, and routinely goes for over a hundred bucks on eBay. But I have a copy.
Now you, too, can hear this incredible song, and I hope you'll take from it some small measure of the pleasure it has brought me.
[DOWNLOAD]
And yes, now that you mention it, I do miss writing for a magazine.
I'm going to talk about the music of On Any Sunday.
On Any Sunday is a 1971 documentary about motorcycling. My father is a great fan, and I watched it countless times in my youth. What stuck with me for years -- aside from the love of two-wheeled vehicles -- was the incredible soundtrack.
Composed by the prolific Dominic Frontiere and performed by an assortment of amazing session musicians including the great Carol Kaye on bass, the film score is some kind of masterpiece of late '60s-early '70s commercial jazz. I don't know how else to put it.
I love all the tracks, but the highlight is undoubtedly the 2'45" funk number "Sunday Drivin'." Starting off with an incredibly tight groove laid down by Kaye and drummer Larry Bunker, it launches into a guitar- and brass-driven crescendo that piles on note after note to a stack of chords that finally explodes (collapses?) into a gloriously driving melody that in turn gives way to a psychedelic guitar solo before repeating the whole thing with an organ and then -- yes -- a harmonica.
It is joy. The album was released only on vinyl, and routinely goes for over a hundred bucks on eBay. But I have a copy.
Now you, too, can hear this incredible song, and I hope you'll take from it some small measure of the pleasure it has brought me.
[DOWNLOAD]
And yes, now that you mention it, I do miss writing for a magazine.
It's crisped up nicely here in Albuquerque; soon Autumn will be upon me in a way I haven't enjoyed since the Yoka days.
Autumn is my favorite season, but at the moment my enjoyment of the cool air is tempered by the fact that I can no longer honestly sing "Summertime" at the top of my lungs, as is (yes) my wont.
[EDIT] You people are a bunch of weirdos.
Autumn is my favorite season, but at the moment my enjoyment of the cool air is tempered by the fact that I can no longer honestly sing "Summertime" at the top of my lungs, as is (yes) my wont.
[EDIT] You people are a bunch of weirdos.
Discovery: My mother... SHIPS ZUTARA.
I am back in Albuquerque. Updates to follow.
| VoicePost 23K 0:07 | “So I passed. Now, gonna go get drunk.” Transcribed by: multiple users |
My dear Pyotr,
Your previous missive contained such a startling combination of misinformed thinking and out-and-out falsehood that it has taken me some time to respond. Of course, part of the delay was caused by the fractally-recursive pseudointelligent virus you so kindly packaged along with the messsage. Bravo, my old comrade -- you have clearly lost none of your algorithmic acumen, but you may be disappointed to learn that I -- and my information infrastructure here on Phobos -- remain intact.
( Letter contintues... )
I have updated my userinfo.
That is all.
That is all.
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| VoicePost 163K 0:50 | “Hello LiveJournal this is Paul recording my thoughts and my count so far. Honestly, I've accomplished damn near everything I wanted to. The Avatar panel was a smashing success nobody was an asshole and also of fun was had by all that was pretty awesome and showed a very good time. Putting with ___ hands and officer Truvein(?). I got my hand max. Book selling fenus(?) street for sale. I got my sketch from Pen yard take guys so honestly I've accomplish almost everything. I feel pretty good about it. Keep checking it for the rest of the con. It sorta like a ___ have a I don't know how to describe it. I don't know if it would come again but I'm sure as well enjoying it while I'm here. I hope everybody else is having a good weekend. And that's about it. Talk to you all later. Bye bye” Auto-Transcribed Voice Post |
Have already encountered sufficient charm, wit, youth, and talent to feel old and slow. I have heard of something called "the long con," but assumed it referred to something entirely other than the abovementioned phenomenon. In any case, it is going to be a Long Con.
Here goes nothing.
Here goes nothing.
I am headed your way.
