25. March 2009 23:47
Let's start with Monday:
What can I say about Fred? Let me just start with, "I love ya, man. Pass a beer."
With the bonus of Willie P. Bennett on camera, genius, star, personal hero and a genuine gem of a man. My son got to shake Willie's hand a few years back. I told Willie that Kelley was a fan literally every day of his life. Willie, gentlemanly as he was, enthusiastically shook Kelley's hand and said, "It's nice to meet you, Kelley. I've never met someone who's been a fan all his life before."
Tuesday goes back to the Rheostatics and "Mumbletypeg" from Night of the Shooting Stars. I was a late comer to that album, and it's sure grown on me.
No youtube video, but in a completely unrelated by anything but the name of the song, let me introduce Frank Fotusky. I found it through a search for mumbletypeg and he's awesome in an entirely non-Rheostatic way. Or perhaps the Rheostatics are awesome in an entirely non-Fotusky way. I'm listening to his "Trouble in Mind" as I type this -- I love this accidental finds.
And today goes to Ruthie Foster with "Woke Up this Morning." I'm not sure if I actually woke up this morning or not, but it's hard to not get moving with this driving you on. Love you too, Ms. Foster.
After those three, I'm looking forward to what tomorrow will bring.
25. March 2009 02:13
Book 'em, Dano.
This would have never come to light had there not been video taken of Dziekanski's death. The very facts are that the police officers have lied, although I'm not prepared to make declaration on the severity of the lies. I will not dignify the lies by calling it "mis-remembering." Flat out, Dziekanski was killed and the attending officers lied that he was swinging a stapler wildly, that he had some kind of superhumanly resisted the first shock from the taser, and that they attended Dziekanski by monitoring his health after he had been taken down.
My first aid certification has lapsed, but I know a damn sight more than how those four officers acted regarding monitoring vital signs and administering first aid. What they did is, at best, negligent and at worst criminal in my eyes. Think for a minute - these are the people who are sworn to serve and protect YOU and are expected to treat each and every person they encounter in a fair and reasonable manner. Saying that you may be next is not an exaggeration in the slightest.
There are good cops and bad cops out there. There is no room for anything less than good cops and great cops. Anything less than the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth is unacceptible. Not charging these officers is not acceptible.
I both understand and acknowledge that this may have taken an emotional toll on the officers. Emotional tolls do not negate charges of impropriety. Feeling bad does not restore a life. You and I do not get a get out of jail card for an alleged crime because we feel bad. It may mitigate sentencing, but it does not eliminate the consequence.
Charge them. Charge them now. They have acted unacceptibly and deserve to stand charges in court. If charges do not stick in a fair and open trial, I'll happily rescind my opinion and defend them. Until then, make them - all four of them - stand on charges. They have some serious answers to provide and have yet to demonstrate full and unvarnished honesty.
I know I'm just one more schmuck with a blog and a meaningless opinion, but until we all can press with our opinions, none of this shit is going to change. I'll return to my usual drivel tomorrow.
Category: Blue Collar
20. March 2009 00:27
Gotta start with yet another song I'm not going to find on youtube. Wednesday was "Stone Horses" by Junkhouse. I'm a little saddened that I didn't find it, because "Stone Horses" counts as the one song that I most wish I could have written. So far, at least. It's in my vocal range, it sounds dark and cheery and whimsical all at the same time and it's just a gem of a song. I bow to Tom, there's no one like him anywhere.
This morning's a song for when you need a little pick me up first thing in the morning after a long night of poking and prodding at ancient hardware not worth fixing.
How can I possibly explain this? Nope, I can't. This is what I'm doing on the inside every single time I listen to the Woo! There is no way you can listen to this stuff without feeling energized and king of the world.
But really, what is it with that guy in the background?
18. March 2009 01:15
I've been wondering for a while which band would be the first to repeat in the morning.
With all the Fred Eaglesmith I carry around, I'm awfully shocked that 1) it wasn't him and 2) I got a repeat before Fred even came up in rotation.
Once more, this morning's band was the Ennis Sisters, this time the song is "If Only", and once more, I haven't had any luck finding it on youtube. Hopefully it's an entirely inapplicable song in my life - I try to live without "If only" sentiments around, and I certainly try to stay out of the "advice-giving" business. Hell, I don't take it very well either. The best way of ensuring that what you're about to say to me never gets heard is by starting with the words, "If I were you..."
Still, it's a pretty song and the harmonies are, as always with the Ennis Sisters, utterly sublime.
The other entirely unrelated topic was that George Bush came to Calgary to give a speech today. The protesters were out in force in front of the Telus Convention Centre.
The spiritual icon of protests against Bush has become throwing a shoe. Awesome. Other presidents should be so lucky. Frankly, I'm flabbergasted there have been so many attempts. Apparently us Canajuns just prevent them against French Presidents.
So me, being the dumbass that I am, head down to go to my Tai Chi class at the downtown United Church. I see the crowd right in front of the convention centre and realize I have no choice but to plow past it or circle back a block to avoid it. Plugging on through I get half way through the crowd and suddenly realize I'm carrying the shoes I wear for Tai Chi tied together over my shoulder.
I remain your humble genius. For the record, Bush didn't show up to do a set of Tai Chi.
17. March 2009 01:10
I miss the Canadian Alternative Rock channel on Iceberg Radio. I miss it a lot. One of these days, I'll probably have to figure out what to hit on Radio 3.
There weren't too many places where I could get my fix of a consistent, guitar screeching, drum pounding rock and / or roll. It's out there, I just have to work a bit harder to find it, but shouldn't it be the job of the labels to spoon feed me what I'm looking for? Well, if so, the labels are doing a piss poor job of it.
One of the bands I glued onto early was the Sam Roberts Band. I had no idea who they were. I had no idea which part of Canada they were from. But I knew "Where Have All the Good People Gone?" was a damned fine song and I kept my ear out for more from them.
They came to the Calgary Folk Festival last year - I was fortunate enough to get a pair of comps from BVMC for Thursday night, the only night I could go. As it turned out, the same night Sam Roberts AND the Weakerthans played. That made for a fantastic night out with Mad Axe Max!
It turns out that the Sam Roberts Band apparently have done well for themselves. When Rebekk listened to the CD she said, "That's the song they play at the baseball game all the time." Heh. Good taste, kid.
Unfortunately, the song this morning was "Rarefied" off "We Were Born In A Flame". The early stuff is always the best, but the hardest to find. NO LINK FOR YOU. How about you go pick something else to watch on your own?
16. March 2009 00:01
First point tonight is to clear off last week's entry in the "Music to go to work by."
I like a long of music, spanning a lot of classifications. Funny, folky, freaky, groovetastic. Yeah, baby. The nice thing about being eclectic is that it's hard to come across something I don't like - so long as I keep off the superhighways of music's drudgery. The down side is that I'm really hard pressed to say what my absolutely favourite song is.
Well, my absolute favourite song is usually, "The one that's playing."
However, one of the songs that perpetually bubbles near the top of my list is the Rheostatics "Rain, Rain, Rain" from "Whale Music." Fantastic song, amazing everything, two references to it on youtube, neither of which give a good feel for what the song actually is. Meh. No link for you. If you don't know the song - you'll have to dig it up yourself.
The first part of mention is that the song itself starts with handclapping emulating the sound of a rainstorm. It's amazing. Then Martin sings (in his soaring, scratching voice)
I'm feeling really down
I'm feeling really
Under the weather
And it is no problem, or lack of pleasure.
It's just the weather.
Rain keeps coming down
And I can feel the
Low (low, low) pressure
Whenever that it stops, it turns to ice
I'm feeling really down.
'Cuz rain, rain, rain's coming down, down, down
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain's coming down on the ground.
Rain, rain, rain keeps coming down
Rain, rain, rain.
Whenever it's like this
Always want to
Pass the buck
But I don't even give...
I'm feeling really...
I'm feeling really
I'm feeling like I'm
But I don't even know anybody
I'm feeling really down (down)
Feeling good, feeling bad, feeling indifferent, I always feel better after hearing this song. A gem amongst gems, and quite possibly, the song with the best claim to my favourite song ever.
10. March 2009 22:27
Well, three days to catch up on, anyways. And since I'm still at work (8:30 at night and I haven't left yet... Eesh.)
First, let me start off with Mineral by Buffalo Tom. Buffalo Tom is one of those bands I knew absolutely nothing whatsoever about until my buddy Todd slid them across my desk. Worse, it's one of those bands that just stayed in the back of my consciousness until it played by random and I had one of those, "Who ARE these guys?" moments. Fantastically cool band. Give 'em a listen.
Next is an old standby. "Well," I think to myself as I walk through the doors, "At least I won't have a hard time finding this on youtube. (The better copy won't let me embed. Jerks!) Mmmmm, eightieslicio.. Err.. Nope, sorry. Never did it for me.
This mornings I'm shaking my head over thinking, "I'm never going to find this one on youtube."
Bill Carter, we still love ya big time!
8. March 2009 04:17
One of the weird things that's been happening the last few weeks has been the seeming implosion of people's computers around me.
My philosophy is that people should feel free to use their computers without fear that they'll bust something or screw something up or do their banking on-line and instantly lose their life's savings. I think you have to be in the stock market to do that still.
The problem with this is that people get a very disjointed view of what I actually do at work. I've been having a whole series of piecemeal conversations where I'm trying to explain what I do.
Yes, much of my time is doing updates. Well, yes, it's sort of like running Windows Update, only more frequently and a whole lot easier. Yes, I do backups. Well, no, taking backups is not particularly arduous, but I have to think about what is being backed up, how frequently it's being backed up, and trying to make sure that the important stuff that gets created gets included in the backups. And testing backups is critical - it's no good having a backup if you can't get the data back after you've had some kind of disaster. Much of what I do is to try to learn new ways of being more proactive and averting problems in the first place.
And sure, that's a lot like what I do when I work on someone's home computer. But the scale is a whole lot different. I'm never fixing viruses at work - in fact I'm quite annoyed when I have an infected computer. Okay, I'm royally pissed off, but that's probably because someone did something stupid. I'm never troubleshooting, say, a video card. Suspect hardware usually isn't worth trying to salvage in a business environment. You try to head off issues long before they occur, because inevitably you're going to have the question of "Why doesn't my email come in blue anymore? All of it comes in as read now!" You'll have to go try to figure out what changed, what crazy circumstance is different, and what it actually means.
On the other hand, although I can run circles around just about any Windows issue I get, I've been feeling really stressed out about some Linux issues lately. Mostly I need to spend some time thinking things through and playing on my own hardware and trying to break things and then subsequently fix them. Time invested means value returned. Also true for your computer at home.
I'm pretty good on the server side, but I'm not great and I want to reach that level of greatness. It's harder with all the cruft getting in the way right now, but time + effort brings accomplishment and I'm really trying not to stress over not knowing everything.
So I'm talking about skill levels with a buddy of mine and we get comparing myself to my guru. "Hey," I said, "It's not like I'm Trever or anything. I'm sorta like Trever-in-training."
I get that deadpan look that indicates I've just said something stupid.
"What? Did you just say you're T.I.T?"
5. March 2009 01:17
1. Ghod, I hate computers.
2. Bug and I got on Blinkenlichten today some how. Blinkenlichten ROCKS. But looking for the exact reference on Google made me even happier when I noticed the fourth hit. Check it out with me: Blinkenlichten Google Search.
SUFFER MOST AWESOMENESS! Blinkenlichten TRANSLATED.
3. I'm becoming Bob Dylan whenI'maworkinondacompooherstooLOHNG. Ghod, I hate computers.
4. What the hell day is it? Yesterday was "In Your Veins" by The Soundtrack of our Lives." Not really one of my favorites, to be honest, but hey, it's what was playing.
5. Today was "Diminishing Returns" by Elizabeth from the Big Rock compilation. Big Rockin' going on there. I love it!
6. I tracked down Shuffledog (you'll always be Zab to me) today and informed him his site was a spam-infested pile of goo. I discovered his new blog and this post. Frankly, I strongly recommend his old blog.
7. Kick a computer on your way to bed. It'll make you feel better. Unless your name is Cindy.
3. March 2009 00:50
Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley, where you been?
Round the world, gonna go again
The Originator got his name from a sound that was unlike anything that had come before. Music doesn't spring from one's head whole, in the end it's all a derivation of what's come before. But occasionally, what is derived is so novel, so fantastically new that it spawns a whole new course in and of itself.
Bo Diddley grabbed the blues and dragged it kicking and screaming into "Rock, Rock, Rock and roll." And we're not kidding, Bo Diddley's sound was extraordinary for it's time and it still stands today as something completely distinctive. I can't think of anyone else who's ever had a beat named after them. Bo Diddley's rhythm these days is just a known rhythm - most people my age think "I Want Candy." Me, I think of a square guitar and a scream of "Hey, Bo Diddley!" or maybe "I'm a Man!" Yes, I feel 10 feet tall and mighty when that shuffle comes on.
The only actual album of Bo Diddley that I own is "A Man Amongst Men." Make no mistake, Bo Diddley is something special and his might and power stayed with him right up near the bitter end. I saw him live when my Lady-love bought me tickets for my birthday. It was a night with a legend that will forever stay with me as magical. Unlike the loser that brands himself a genius or the fool that puts himself above his compatriots, Bo understood that he was presenting something new, timeless, often imitated and never ever equaled. He was a Man Amongst Men, he had the showmanship when I saw him at 77, and blasted stage presence and style in a show that was special on a thousand levels.
No "Oops! Bo Diddley" that I can find on youtube, so let's go with "Hey, Bo Diddley" and a gracious thank you for creating something special.