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Thursday, September 11, 2003

Regrets...
I've had a few.
But then again,
Too few to mention!
--"My Way",
written by Paul Anka
When I hear that song, I think of Frank Sinatra, and sometimes Elvis or Sid Vicious -- all of whom have been known to perform, in their own unique manner, that wonderful song. Wonderful because -- though I don't always enjoy hearing it, I've heard it so much -- the song is a wonderful personal anthem. That's something we all need: a personal anthem. A song that praises our individuality; a mark of devotion to oneself. After all, they say you're going to have a helluva time loving anyone else unless you've first learned to love yourself, right?

This is not to replace your love for your God, or your spouse, or your family. I'm simply saying that we all need to give ourselves a bit more self-love at this time of year. (No, not that type of self-love !) Too many of us beat up on ourselves throughout the year, and then nearly destroy ourselves at year's end. No wonder there are so many suicides during the Holidays; the messages bombarding us are to Buy Buy Buy and to Give Give Give -- but what if you have nothing to give but love? If you have a dearth of that good stuff, then you'll have a bitch of a time spreading it around to your neighbors.

So be good to yourself, whether you're Christian, Pagan, Wiccan, Athiest, Hindu, Islamic, Mormon, Podcastin, or otherwise. Don't take the pills, they won't do you or anyone else any good; you'll simply miss out on the Next Big Thing (which may turn out to be Your Next Big Thing). Just do things your own way, singing that little hymn as you do so:
For what is a man,
What has he got?
If not himself,
Then he has naught.
To say the things,
He truly feels,
And not the words,
Of one who kneels.
The record shows,
I took the blows
And did it my way!

Saturday, March 26, 2005

During the bus ride home last night I turned on my iRiver and tuned in to Indie One-O-Three-1, just about the only commercial broadcast radio station worth listening to anymore. Hearing shouts and whistles and a familiar English voice, I realized I was listening to Indie's simulcast of Billy Idol's live performance at the Roxy. So I turned up the volume, closed my eyes and settled in for the last leg of my long ride home.

Almost immediately I found myself fumbling for the record feature of my digital audio player; I wanted to be sure to record this performance. Billy Idol's performance was stellar--at least, stellar-sounding, since I had no way of seeing Idol's on-stage maneuverings. Idol and his band were really moving me in my seat, my finger air-guitaring chords from my vantage point in the seat near the middle of the bus, an updated version of the popular 80's song Eyes Without a Face giving me the chills.

Jonesy, currently a deejay at One-O-Three-1 and forever a Sex Pistol known as Steve Jones, joined Idol on stage for a few songs. Jones' distinctive axwork added the proper seasoning to songs such as the 26-year-old Ready, Steady, Go and the ever-popular Rebel Yell. Jones was rock-steady, to put a pun on his performance, and I couldn't help but envision his past performances with the Pistols (as evidenced in the recent documentary The Filth and the Fury).

So I have MP3 recordings of some of the tracks simulcast last night. They're certainly less than perfect--the tracks lose quality from time to time as reception varies--but they're better than many bootlegged concert recordings I've heard. If you'd like to hear them, contact me and maybe you can (not) come over to listen to them.
posted by Harold  3/26/2005 10:23:00 AM
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I once posted, in this space (this right column), the following:

If I had friends they would be listed here

That particular bit o' text, that silly and idiotic phrase, was repeated a dozen or two dozen or so times and was intended to be temporary. I had been working on a project -- a new layout for this blog -- and had intended for that text to be placeholder content. That is, the text was supposed to temporarily replace the content that had previously occupied this column (which was a list of links to friends -- that is, other blogs and web sites I linked to). I didn't know what content I was going to place into that (this) space, so I placed a bunch of duplicate phrases here as a placeholder so that I would remember to fill in this space again later.

At the same time, I thought I was being cute with the heading:

NEW & IMPROVED FRIENDS!

The fact remains: I still don't know what content to put here, in this column. Links again? Pictures? Video? Audio? Ads? Oh, hell no! It hasn't come to me yet, but I'm sure it will eventually, and when it does it'll come quick and (as usual) with consequences.