Hudson can sing, but she's got Star Jones' personality (and pre-lipo shape, not that there's anything wrong with that- except health-wise and aesthetically). She's "deth-pickable!"
Beyonce is like Avis- tried harder- not becoming. Diana Ross peaked when she deferred to the songs and the songwriters- as a solo artist, it was all downhill. Baby Love blows Touch Me in the morning or any other single song in her career out of the universe. Flo was great- but the Supremes was magical as it was. Flo should've cut a solo album, and received the support and encouragement for doing so, than die. But her role in the Supremes was perfect. The Beatles' background vocals too were awe-inspiring. Beyonka and Hoodlison are not in any of their leagues.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Music man
My wife said the same thing- Rick is in effect running the band. And he sucks. In a "passive=aggressive" way- what he (and Bob by association) are doing is trying to get us to go back to Bob's so they can drink or smoke as much as they want. The 4:30 cut-off makes no sense- neither does Rick's continuously saying time goes by so much faster at Greg's. It doesn't go any faster- there's just less of it! D-uh! 4:30 is earlier than 5 or 6!
I don't wanna rock the boat, either- yet- but my wife said I should bring my guitar and ask Rick when he's leaving because the rest of us figured we'd work on some originals when he (they) left. My wife said they wouldn't be leaving at 4:30 again after that.
Of course, I vented further on the subject- pissed that the rules seem to be that this band is dictated to by Rick- when we play, when we stop- and the subtle suggestion from this band that there is no need for me to play any guitar at all whatsoever at any point- acoustic or electric, or even think about doing any originals. Maybe one. Some day.
This absolutely infuriates and frustrates the hell out of me- I'm gonna die someday after spending years playing the same cover shit- over and over again? I don't sit around the house singing cover tunes off of a piece of paper with my hands in my pocket- I'm singing and playing whatever music is in me at the moment. With any instrument I can get my hands on- usually guitar.
My wife agreed that yes, there's value in what I'm doing with this band- but I have to own most of this myself. It's my own fault. She doesn't understand why you and I put up with the Rick-Bob straightjacket, and she mainly doesn't understand why I allow myself to be squelched- even my ex-wife tells me it's my own fault I'm not in a situation where I am being creative- even if it had to be by myself. I like being in a band- but the irony is that I fight against the same politics at work- fear and conservatism- and way back when- no one told me when or what to draw, write, sing, play, etc. Not my parents, not my teachers, bosses, friends- nobody. What the hell happened to me? I sold (or wimped) out! "It's a secret- I'm a songwriter." I write songs. Totally separate from that- I sing cover tunes in a band that mostly other people agree upon. Even if I like them- it was usually somebody else's idea.
"Take it easyyyyy..."
I knew it- I studied the vocals and verified Rick's been playing the wrong chords. Whata piece of crap that is- we'd be better off playing Freebird.
(Sorry for the venting... however, it kills me knowing my best stuff is actually never seen or heard nowadays, and I'm having a tough time with that. Not just "original" stuff- the authentic, meaningful stuff. "Take it Easy." Ugh.)
Of course, I don't have to replace the band with the "real stuff"- but I sure as hell have to start doing it, even if it's a separate, side trip, or I'll hate myself. Gettin' tired of making excuses to my wife, ex-wife- and self. (It's not just music- it's also drawing, writing, all the stuff I always used to do to please no one other than myself.)
On a somewhat unrelated note- since we've been playing at Greg's I find I rarely get hoarse or feel ill after practice- thanks to the no-smoking zone!
I don't wanna rock the boat, either- yet- but my wife said I should bring my guitar and ask Rick when he's leaving because the rest of us figured we'd work on some originals when he (they) left. My wife said they wouldn't be leaving at 4:30 again after that.
Of course, I vented further on the subject- pissed that the rules seem to be that this band is dictated to by Rick- when we play, when we stop- and the subtle suggestion from this band that there is no need for me to play any guitar at all whatsoever at any point- acoustic or electric, or even think about doing any originals. Maybe one. Some day.
This absolutely infuriates and frustrates the hell out of me- I'm gonna die someday after spending years playing the same cover shit- over and over again? I don't sit around the house singing cover tunes off of a piece of paper with my hands in my pocket- I'm singing and playing whatever music is in me at the moment. With any instrument I can get my hands on- usually guitar.
My wife agreed that yes, there's value in what I'm doing with this band- but I have to own most of this myself. It's my own fault. She doesn't understand why you and I put up with the Rick-Bob straightjacket, and she mainly doesn't understand why I allow myself to be squelched- even my ex-wife tells me it's my own fault I'm not in a situation where I am being creative- even if it had to be by myself. I like being in a band- but the irony is that I fight against the same politics at work- fear and conservatism- and way back when- no one told me when or what to draw, write, sing, play, etc. Not my parents, not my teachers, bosses, friends- nobody. What the hell happened to me? I sold (or wimped) out! "It's a secret- I'm a songwriter." I write songs. Totally separate from that- I sing cover tunes in a band that mostly other people agree upon. Even if I like them- it was usually somebody else's idea.
"Take it easyyyyy..."
I knew it- I studied the vocals and verified Rick's been playing the wrong chords. Whata piece of crap that is- we'd be better off playing Freebird.
(Sorry for the venting... however, it kills me knowing my best stuff is actually never seen or heard nowadays, and I'm having a tough time with that. Not just "original" stuff- the authentic, meaningful stuff. "Take it Easy." Ugh.)
Of course, I don't have to replace the band with the "real stuff"- but I sure as hell have to start doing it, even if it's a separate, side trip, or I'll hate myself. Gettin' tired of making excuses to my wife, ex-wife- and self. (It's not just music- it's also drawing, writing, all the stuff I always used to do to please no one other than myself.)
On a somewhat unrelated note- since we've been playing at Greg's I find I rarely get hoarse or feel ill after practice- thanks to the no-smoking zone!
Sunday, March 4, 2007
iPhone spoof on AOL
I get that it's a spoof, a joke, topical, etc. It's a one-joke joke,
however, and I'm not exactly laughing my a** off. It's neither risque
nor tame- just "eh." Or, as I used to say when I was a kid: "eh-eh."
In the words of Bob Dylan, though- "What else can you show me?"
Big deal.
Eh. Eh-eh.
however, and I'm not exactly laughing my a** off. It's neither risque
nor tame- just "eh." Or, as I used to say when I was a kid: "eh-eh."
In the words of Bob Dylan, though- "What else can you show me?"
Big deal.
Eh. Eh-eh.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Another Studio 60 post
I'm a college graduate, lifelong student. I find the show so far has been a perfect balance between stimulation and escapism. I like intelligent writing, good acting, great characterizations and happy endings, most of the time. Occasionally I don't mind watching something brilliant that bums me out. Most of what I find on TV, especially the so-called "reality shows"- is beyond depressing. It's pretty bad when CNN and MSNBC are more effective as white noise than "The Apprentice" and its ilk. I watch Studio 60, Medium, ER, and Monk. And Conan, and Dave. (Not Too stuffy- is it?..) Still watch SNL, though I have absolutely no idea why- it's like you just know a bus is gonna show up eventually- and you keep standing there at the stop, thinking "just 5 more minutes.." Hours later- still no bus. Months, maybe years later- "hey- this show still sucks!" But every great once in a while- it has its moments. Maybe not in a row, but two or three, here and there... Can't remember the last one- but it was such a surprise I nearly projectile-laughed my lungs out through my mouth.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Studio 60
Sorry- the Harriet relationship is the heart of the show for me, and without it, I doubt I'd watch every week. It's the "must-see" part of the show, and I simply don't understand any complaints regarding her character and the story line. There are people who watch the show who love the show as it is, not because of who created it, not to see if it's going to be a train wreck (in thewir own minds)... There are many of these people, I am one of them- the rest of you can watch more conventional fare, and I hope you're happy and satisfied when this show is gone. No wonder I watch less and less TV nowadays, listen to less and less new music... The news- well, now everything is tabloid, and all TV will soon be "reality." Jerry Springer has finally taken over the world without running for office!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Britney's meltdown
Anyone thinking that ...
Anyone thinking that this is anything other than a grotesque, pathetic meltdown is already in their own trailor park toilet. You don't need pills to OD- and her drinking alone, as well as the self-destructive course she is on, will make her the next Anna Nicole. Those kids should be far removed from her. And, sorry, folks- tattoos are not art- but a visual representation of an utter disdain for one's self and creation, an egomaniacal display of an attempt to be one's own God. And fn-ugly! auramac on 02/18/2007 11:18AM
Anyone thinking that this is anything other than a grotesque, pathetic meltdown is already in their own trailor park toilet. You don't need pills to OD- and her drinking alone, as well as the self-destructive course she is on, will make her the next Anna Nicole. Those kids should be far removed from her. And, sorry, folks- tattoos are not art- but a visual representation of an utter disdain for one's self and creation, an egomaniacal display of an attempt to be one's own God. And fn-ugly! auramac on 02/18/2007 11:18AM
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Please
Please, please, God- let her be pregnant tomorrow. Let us be pregnant and have a healthy, happy, miracle baby. It must happen because we both so badly want and need it. It is meant to be- surely,she doesn't deserve to be so hurt. Please, God, it's in your hands. I have no idea what to do if it doesn't happen. It'll be like a death... a big, multiple death.... We're waiting for the good news. i don't want to see Anne's heart broken- is it any wonder my intestines are turning inside out. Ah, I was so scared, in denial, even when I always knew I wanted it- now I know, I know, I know!!!! Please, God. We're waiting. Can she/he come in?... Please?
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