Newton Faulkner teardrops live (Massive Attack cover) (by gietube)
"Well I want a fire above the storm,
But you can’t grow peppers in the rain.”
Oh… “fly” and “feathers”. Well, I suppose the first line makes a bit more sense at least.
—Ace of Spades
What he said…
Watched the first half of the (hagiographic, but charming)1 Lemmy documentary last night. Which—surprise, surprise—got me pulling out Mötorhead’s classic 1981 live album, No Sleep ‘Til Hammersmith this morning.
Stipulated: all of this third-generation Lemmy worship can surely get tedious, but, seriously? This. This. This record.
Holy fucking shit.
Thirty years later, this still sounds huge and utterly terrifying. Three guys with three instruments, and it sounds like a soundtrack to the apocalypse.
No bullshit, no funny makeup, no dancing skeletons or slide shows or playing drums on the guitar player’s motorcycle helmet. Just fucking seriously dangerous-sounding rock ‘n roll.
The superfans will obviously disagree, but, of the band’s three albums I’ve heard all the way through, this is THE Mötorhead record. Probably the only one you really need; but, yes, you do really need this.
Fifty-one unrelenting minutes of “Holy Fucking Shit.” And, this is how it starts.
Does Lemmy actually only walk in extreme slow-motion while lighting a new cigarette? And, does he only light them? Maybe if he walked faster, he’d have more time to finish them. Just saying. ↩
Strangely compelling. I’ve seen it about three or four times now and still enjoy it.
I’ve just finished listening to Gimme Shelter four times in a row, and it’s official. I no longer want to hear about the Beatles from you. Blah blah blah musical pioneers, blah blah blah drug-hazed baby-boomer memories, blah blah blah Yoko Ono, blah blah blah you’re a bad person if you don’t like the Beatles… whatever. You sound like a deranged sports fan talking about your favourtite team.
I saw a commercial for Netflix last night. It featured the usual suspects – the young family, the single professional, the asian grandfather – saying wonderful things about the service. Then, near the end one of them said something about it being like “magic”. That got me thinking. It would be easy to watch the commercial and dismiss it as pure marketing. The fact is though, there was not a single over-statement in the whole ad. Netflix really is awesome, and vis-à-vis Clarke‘s Third Law, it really is magic. For real people… why don‘t you have Methflix yet?
There is something strangely “right” about this. Watching the movie always gives me a strange sense of calm, and these little bits ring the same bell. Peace through superior firepower? Maybe. Doing good despite the consequences? Yup. Careful re-examination of what society tells you is right and wrong? You bet’cha!
Normally I don’t really care about sports, and often have pretty nasty things to say about professional athleticists. But even I have to concede this… Mr. football man, you have what may be the most awesome beard ever. Wow. via the National Post.
A couple of days ago I saw this on the Facebook:
☆•¨•.¸¸¸.•¨ •☆•¨ •¸¸¸.•¨•☆•¨•¸¸¸. •¨•☆•¨ •¸¸¸.•¨•☆ Put this on your status if you have the most beautiful DAUGHTER in the world ☆•¨•.¸¸¸.•¨ •☆•¨ •¸¸¸.•¨•☆•¨•¸¸¸. •¨•☆•¨ •¸¸¸.•¨•☆
I thought to myself “Well duh, clearly you’ve already claimed that title for your own child.” Is this person looking for a fight? Do they want to know who thinks that their child is prettier and beat them up? Or maybe they want a list of prettier kids that they can arrange “accidents” for so that finally their child can be the best. Or maybe its a secret sign-up for some kind of kiddie Fight Club (“I felt like destroying something beautiful”). The implications are disturbing… or maybe she just loves here daughter.