Two fun things happened to me this afternoon. First, I had some very tasty guacamole. I only had one avocado, so I only made a half recipe:
Just mush the avocado, and mix in the rest. Voilà!
The second thing caused sensory overload. Of course, Heidi understands that its all about the music and the instruments used to cover an epic song. Nothing else. Honestly!
Keep in my mind that unlike Australians, we won’t be sipping white wine in the sun. However it’s easy to overlook this, given the meaning of the song.
Happy and safe holidays, everyone.
I was with Heidi and some friends last night. Some guys were playing Need for Speed: Undercover on the PS3, and a song came on that Heidi and I flipped for. A little bit of googling later, we found out it was a song called Genesis by Justice. Checked them out some more, and these guys are frickin’ awesome. They’re just like Daft Punk.
Here’s my fave song I’ve found so far:
This is the song that played in the game:
Back in the day, music made you want to live. Take Black Sabbath in 1970 (40 effin’ years ago). Just watch them play. Nobody is this intense anymore :
Now what do we have to covet? Music that does the opposite; make you want to slit your own wrists:
Where have we gone wrong? I’m not one who only listens to rock (as a matter of fact, I’ve been on a classical kick lately), but just look at the sheer energy of a young Ozzy Osbourne in Paris. They sat down and wrote this themselves. Nobody has the balls to write like this anymore! No company wants to pay or promote people who write like this anymore! Nobody wants to buy good music anymore!
This is where you say “Touché, Andrew”, and I say “I know…and I’m just as guilty”. Guys, let’s make an effort to buy music that deserves the money, ok?
On a tangent, Bill Hicks said it best:
See I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do, and if you don’t believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor: go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your cds and burn ‘em. ’cause you know the musicians who made all that great music that’s enhanced your lives throughout the years…. rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreal fuckin’ high on drugs.
You’ll find more neat ideas on www.thefuntheory.com.
I’ll listen to any kind of music – and this song was in my iTunes list, never listened to it before. I picked it by accident and liked it.
I hate my immune system right now. I’ve had night sweats like you wouldn’t believe, my throat and ears are killing me. Been to the doctor twice. There’s nothing they can do. Sweet as chocolate.
Metallica was a class act. I was about 8 feet from one of the main microphones on the 360 degree stage. I caught one of James’ picks. They played for over two hours and were fantastic with the crowd. Although a bit lacking in visuals (they had a short lightshow at first, and a few flames coming out afterward), the music was effing amazing. Lars would get down to his knees and chat with the people on the floor while James would rile up the rest of the crowd. Kirk put in a couple of improvised solos. Top notch show.
Maybe it is this that created the contrast for my next concert: Marylin Manson. All I can say is “Ugh”.
Die Mannequin opened. They’re a fantastic punk/hard rock band. However, the lead singer was so stoned, that her normally pretty voice was absolutely wretched. She was hobbling on a broken foot, re-duct taping it between songs, which probably explains the need to kill the pain. Regardless, at the end of their set, she wouldn’t get off stage. She kept screaming into the mic, to the point where security had to drag her off stage, still clutching the mic that was then cut, to awaiting paramedics. Yowza.
Manson came on and was okay. But I think I was generally put off by then. His show seemed cheap and stupid. He would scream the occasionnal “Haaaaallifaaax!” and stick the mic into the crowd. His setlist was good. But you just knew that it was just another night at the grind for the (now slightly overweight) singer.
Last night was the last chapter of my live show saga of 2009: Comedian Louis C.K. at the Capitol Theatre. Both he and his opener (I forget who it was, and his name can’t be found anywhere) were hilarious. I love crude humor, and he delivers. Rants on life, sex, marriage and racial differences are the bread and butter of comedians; but Louis’ emphasis on today’s youth and society in general are very funny. I’ve seen a ton of his YouTube clips, and I did not hear a single recycled joke. Kudos to him!
Now I wonder if I’ll ever get over my ailments. Probably not. I think my girlfriend is going to leave my sick ass if I don’t get better within a couple of weeks. Echinecea, Vitamin C, shittons of water, fruit and veggies, check. I don’t believe in herbal medecine at all, but at this point, I’ll try anything. FML.
Tomorrow night, one of my dreams will come true…to see Metallica live.
I’m hopping on a train tonight, headed to Montreal. I’ll be meeting up with sis, and three other good friends for breakfast (or brunch, as I expect the train to be late). I head back on Monday evening, and should be home Tuesday afternoon, just in time to catch a class.
I can’t think of a better way to complete a recovery from nearly a week of battling the flu. What’s more; next Thursday Heidi and I are going to see The Jimmy Swift Band, Friday we’re going to Halifax to meet with friends we met in Cuba to catch some fantastic thai food and a Marilyn Manson concert, only to return home the next night to see Louis C.K. live at the Capitol Theatre.
I am incredibly fortunate to be able to do all this, but I worked hard all summer and didn’t make any of my usual expeditions away. More importantly, I consider this to be an appreciation of my health. Without which, none of these experiences would have any meaning.
Tip of the hat to Ysabelle Vautour for having this link as her MSN sig.
World Science Festival 2009: Bobby McFerrin Demonstrates the Power of the Pentatonic Scale from World Science Festival on Vimeo.
