Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Crawfish Tuesday

It's Tuesday in New Orleans so naturally we stopped by the local seafood store and got a few pounds of boiled crawfish for lunch. Yum!

Maybe we'll go see about getting Bob's boat ready for launch in a while. After I digest a bit. (Burp!)

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Roadtrip

MJ and I leave for New Orleans tomorrow morning. Surprise!


The practical benefit to this spur-of-the-moment decision is that we can throw our dinghy and motor in the back of the van and deliver it to Bob without incurring the very expensive shipping charges to send it to him. Works great cuz we currently have no need of one and he doesn't have one, with Gort about to go back in the water.


Big fun.

See ya in New Orleans!

Gort:

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

45 things

Taken from Sandra Dodd.

Share 45 things about yourself: If you opened this, copy it and paste it into your own note - FILL IT OUT!!! Learn 45 things about your friends, and let them learn 45 things about you!

1. Do you like blue cheese?
Yeah. I like most types of cheese except goat varieties.

2. Have you ever smoked heroin?
No. I know myself. I love the narcotic family of drugs too much to allow myself to try heroin. I know I'd be instantly addicted.

3. Do you own a gun?
No.

4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Starbucks?
Don't drink coffee. Don't do Starbucks.

5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?
Yes.

6. What do you think of hot dogs?
When I'm in the mood, I LOVE 'em, especially the nasty ones at the Seahawks or Mariners stadia. When I'm actually thinking, I like kosher ones.

7. Favorite Christmas movie?
Die Hard.

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
When it's cold, hot Ovaltine. When it's not, OJ, or lemonade-tea.

9. Can you do push ups?
I can still do some, not like when I was younger.

10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?
1/3 carat emerald-cut diamond earring Ronnie gave me.

11. Favorite hobby?
Ummmnnn, sex? Otherwise: sailing, flying, SCUBA, snorkelling, travelling, etc.

12. Do you have A.D.D?
No. Have you stopped beating your wife?

13. What's one trait you hate about yourself?
My passivity.

14. Middle name?
Michael Patrick.

15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment:
When will I die?
What will I cook for tomorrow to serve Craig, Gillian, Effie, and Fergus?
Damn! I wish I'd get used to my new multicrown mouth.

16. Name 3 things you bought yesterday?
Corned beef. Cabbage. Potatoes.

17. Name 3 things you drink daily:
Lemonade-tea. Milk (with Ovaltine). Coke.

18. Current worry?
Money.

19. Current dislike?
Anarchocapitalists. They fucked up the country and wanna scream about the evils of socialism. Idiotic assholes.

20. How did you bring in the New Year?
On a 47' catamaran in San Francisco Bay with unschooling pal Laureen and her family.

21. Where would you like to go?
Caribbean. Toujouors le Caribe.

22. Name 3 people who will complete this?
NA. I don't do tagging.

23. Do you own slippers?
Yes. Inherited my dad's when he died. I wear them in memoriam. And to keep my feet warm.

24. What shirt are you wearing?
MasterCraft sweatshirt, leftover from when we had our skiboat.

25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?
They're ok but I like out 1000 TC cotton sheets best.

26. Favorite color?
Cadmium red.

27. Could you be a pirate?
Well, I have the sailing part down. And I'm a great swordsman and a fair shot, or I used to be decades ago. I like rum. Not really big on killing and plundering, however.

28. What songs do you sing in the shower?
Doo-wop. 60's rock. Reggae. Blues. Newer tunes which MJ has drilled into my brain.

29. Favorite food?
Crawfish bisque. But a nice oyster poboy goes down pretty easily.

30. What's in your pocket right now?
Nothing. Usually cellphone in left pants, keys in right, wallet in jacket breast.

31. Last thing that made you laugh?
Daily Show just a bit ago.

32. Favorite sheets?
Like I said earlier, our 1000 TC cotton sheets. Flannel is ok in the depth of Winter but even then I don't really like it.

33. Worst injury you have ever had?
Torn meniscus in left knee.

34. Do you love where you live?
In the Summer. In general, I've been trying to get the family to move to the Caribbean for a decade or so.

35. How many TVs do you have in your house?
I think 4.

36. Who is your loudest friend?
Either dd Chloe or cousin Sonya.

37. How many dogs do you have?
Zero.

38. Does someone have a crush on you?
Sure. I'm agressively desired by women all over the world. (Ha! This is MY meme and ya gotta take MY answers at face value, ok?)

39. What is your favorite book(s) or author(s)?
Too long a list for a meme.

40. What is your favorite candy?
Fruit-based sugar, not chocolate. Let's say gummi bears.

41. Favorite sports teams?
Seahawks, Mariners, Saints, Everett Kendo and Iaido Club kendo team.

42. What songs do you want sung at your funeral?
My funeral plan is set out in detail here. Big rock party with all-night music.

43. What were you doing at 12:00 last night?
Cruising the net.

44. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke this morning?
Shit. Gotta get some preparation done before the Mayers arrive.

45. Favorite place to be?
Caribbean.


Italy's nice, too.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

O Canada!

Goodbye, sweet friends!

The Mayers have departed for their native Canadian shores. Sniff. It was a swell weekend and I'm missing them already.

However, it's not terribly long until LiG. I'm excited for that.

Be safe until then, my dears! I know there's somebody out there keeping an eye on you!

Friday, March 13, 2009

The airwaves at 18

My pal Steph over on SayItAgainSammie did this and I found it interesting. The thing that jumped out at me in my initial search is that I didn't like the results I found. I tried several compilations of "top 25 of 1966" before I could hold my nose and use one. One of them had THREE Sinatra offerings. Are you fucking kidding me? That worthless asshole? Blow me! So, I chose another "top 25" list. Guess I was listening to different radio stations at the time.


Top 25 of 1966

1. The Ballad Of The Green Berets, SSgt. Barry Sadler. The Kingo of Jingo. Fascist crap masquerading as music. Sure, we can win this war, kids. All we gotta do is send more troops! The Vietnamese people love us. Really.
2. Cherish, Association. They did nice harmonies. I'm stoping there cuz my momma said, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." Artists I hate, like SS Sadler above, get the "special exemption" to this rule and I dis 'em anyway! I didn't *hate* The Association.
3. (You're My) Soul And Inspiration, Righteous Brothers. Yeah, yeah. White guys doing soul. They were ok.
4. Monday, Monday, The Mama's and The Papa's. Ms&Ps were ok but they never really blew my skirt up, ya know?
5. 96 Tears, ? and The Mysterians. Snicker. I got to set my keyboard on that cheesy, funky, whiny tone when doing this song, so it was like kinky fun. Also, my band almost got back together a few years ago to do a show with ? and the Mysterians. We shoulda. That woulda been fun.
6. Last Train To Clarksville, The Monkees. Hated the Monkees. Still hate 'em. Next.
7. Reach Out I'll Be There, Four Tops. Four Tops were cool but this is not their best work.
8. Summer In The City, Lovin' Spoonful. I liked a lot of the Spoonful stuff. This was a pretty fun one. Always hot in New Orleans so it made sense to me.
9. Poor Side Of Town, Johnny Rivers. Johnny Rivers is a cocksucker. His "breakout hit" was when he flat-out stole Huey "Piano" Smith's Rockin' Pneumonia and just replaced Huey's vocals with his. Hit the WHITE charts and off Johnny went. And did Huey ever see a dime from that? Fuck no! COCKSUCKER, I say.
10. California Dreamin', The Mama's and The Papa's. Ms&Ps again. Nice harmonies and all, blah, blah, blah.
11. You Can't Hurry Love, Supremes. More whiny Supremes. I was never very fond of 'em and this lame turd didn't change my mind.
12. What Becomes Of The Brokenhearted, Jimmy Ruffin. What became of the angsty, hyperbolic teen anguish of the 50s? Teen Angel, can you hear me? It turned into lame, self-indulgent, over-orchestrated schlock in the 60s.
13. These Boots Are Made For Walkin', Nancy Sinatra. Kill me now. At least she's not her dad.
14. Born Free, Roger Williams. How are these fucking old-people orchestrated things creeping into a rock'n'roll top 25?
15. Strangers In The Night, Frank Sinatra. Kill HIM now. Thank gawd this nasty fucker is dead. How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. No, there is not enough time. Let me sum up…
16. We Can Work It Out, The Beatles. Pre-psychedelic Beatles. Not their best, not their worst.
17. When A Man Loves A Woman, Percy Sledge. Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Percy Sledge got soul. Well, some anyway.
18. Winchester Cathedral, New Vaudeville Band. Quirky tune. What do they call this kinda crap? It's like Weird Al but not as interesting or well done.
19. Hanky Panky, Tommy James and The Shondells. Kinda white and nerdy but not terrible.
20. Good Lovin', Young Rascals. Ahhh, back when they were the YOUNG Rascals. I like this tune a lot. Gets ya movin'.
21. Paint It Black, Rolling Stones. Hard-driving Stones. I liked this one.
22. My Love, Petula Clark. I kinda remember Petula but don't remember this tune.
23. Lightin' Strikes, Lou Christie. Ice pick thru my ears. Die, Lou Christie, die.
24. Wild Thing, Troggs. Love the Troggs. That's rock 'n' roll.
25. Kicks, Paul Revere and The Raiders. Another made-for-tv group. Not terrible, just soulless, gutless, uncreative. Sponsored by Vox, ferChrist'ssake.

So, you got 25 you wanna share?

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The College of the Immaculate Conception 6/66

Linda H. meme:

Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be!! REPOST with the name of the high school and graduating year as the title.


Yes, this is my senior picture. I had the longest hair in school cuz I didn't hafta participate in military drill period and therefore had a lower-than-average probability of getting gigged for a haircut. (See the full story at the lunch question - #17.)

The school seal: (symbolism explained here, if you're interested)


The questions:

1. Did you date someone from your school?
No. All-male military prep school. I know there was some don't-ask-don't-tell going on but nobody told me about it.

2.Did you marry someone from your high school?
No. Still illegal in most states.

3. Did you carpool to school?
Sometimes. Most of the time I had my own car.

4. What kind of car did you have?
Car I had longest was a BRG (British Racing Green) Fiat Bianchina ragtop.


That's right, automobile fans - rear engine and suicide doors to go with the ragtop. It could even keep up with freeway traffic on a good day with a tailwind, except mine was BRG not red.

5. What kind of car do you have now?
Honda minivan, which I love almost as much as I loved my 69 VW bus, and a 1989 Toyota MR-2, supercharged version. (Hey, Max! It's got a blower!) This one is red. Picture in the header of the blog.

6. It's a Friday night....where are you now?
Home. Hoping for a new episode of psych. Stand back! The excitement may be too much for those with weak hearts.

7. It's Friday night...where were you then?
In the French Quarter (Whereyaat, Chief? We goin' down ta da quahtahs, hawt! Y'all wanna come?), drinking and listening to, or playing, music.

8. What kind of job did you have in high school?
None. Well, I coached at gymnastics summer camps. Girls' gymnastics. It was like heaven without all the religious rigamarole.

9. What kind of job do you have now?
None. Well, dad to a coupla unschoolers and occasional consulting contracts documenting software.

10. Were you a party animal?
No. I was not very social. Ok, I was not at all social, except that I was hanging out in very social situations, like travelling the country to gymnastics meets and playing music in French Quarter bars. That's pretty much *hectic* social but *I* wasn't. It's not logical but it should be intuitive to many of you.

11. Were you considered a flirt?
Snicker. No. Pathetically unsocialized and awkward.

12. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?
I was in a rock band but never a school-band geek. At least I was spared that indignity during those horrid teen years. NOTE: Ronnie and others tell me that in their universe, being in the band was actually pretty cool. All I can say is that that wasn't the case at my school. The doofiest of the doofuses, the lamest of the lame, the creepiest of the creepy were in the band. They'd rather play the Marine hymn than masturbate. Why go on a date on the weekend when you could spend that time practicing your part for the upcoming John Philip Sousa retrospective? Those guys were waaaaay out toward the asymptotic end of the bell curve.

13. Were you a nerd?
Define nerd. I was a weird loner, but smart in a school which valued smart, and a 4-time sports letterman in a school where even the dumbest of jocks could translate "mens sana in corpore sano" and explain why the endings are the way they are. But I was a loner. I didn't like them. They didn't like me. Still don't. Still don't.

14. Did you get suspended or expelled?
Ha! I was a definite contrarian. I frequently got Penance Hall, even once garnering a coveted *indefinite* Penance Hall sentence for a transgression. However, I was only suspended once, and that was because my entire homeroom was suspended. You're a captive audience, so I'll tell you the story. Endure!

One year, the school held a cheer competition. Every homeroom would create a new cheer and demonstrate their offering at an assembly in the gym. The homeroom that won with the best cheer would get a FREE DAY OFF from school. My homeroom had always been hardheaded and heterodox. I often suspect that the powers-that-be had lumped us together on purpose. Nonetheless, we considered out options. We thought HARD about "Tippety-tuck, Motherfuck…" as a catchy opener but were ultimately too chicken to go through with that. We finally settled for this fine ditty:

"Potato chips, potato chips, munch, munch, munch! Other team, other team, here's your lunch. Eat it!" Followed by a blatantly obscene two-handed gesture of unrolling long, fire-hose-competitive penises to the opposing team.

Well, to our delight, instead of winning the contest and getting a mere ONE day off, we were given THREE days off. Who are the real winners, you kiss-ass "winning" bitches with your lonely, single day off, huh?

15. Can you sing the fight song?
Yes. They drilled it into us, just like close-order military drill and Latin declensions. Now I can't get any of that shit out of my head. Dress right dress, you fucking maggots! Platoon, Queen Anne salute! Yeah, you fuckers, I got your Queen Anne salute right here!

16. Who was/were your favorite teachers?
There were only a couple who were at all bearable. Fr. Reich, physics, was amusing and interesting. Fr. O'Neal, chemisty, was witty and interesting. Coincidentally, Fr. O'Neal stopped by at my dad's funeral in January and it was actually nice to see him. He pissed and moaned about everyone from his classes becoming lawyers. I said I hadn't done that because I was only venally evil, not wholly given over to the Dark Side.

17. Where did you sit during lunch?
Typically, wherever I wanted in the cafeteria. Closed campus. No off-campus lunching. Here's another story I'm gonna make you listen to, given your captive-audience status and all. Endure! (Again.)

The entire batallion (all students) did military drill in the period before lunch. At the end of drill period, the batallion would be dismissed and there'd be a crazed rush for the lunchroom line. You had about a half-hour to eat cuz lunchtime was divided into two half-hour periods and you ate during one half and played *required* intramural sports during the other half.

Except…

I dunno how he did it but the gymnastics coach had worked out a deal whereby the travelling/competitive gymnastics team got to SKIP DRILL and go practice gymnastics in the gym during the pre-lunch period. This did 3 fabulous things for those on the travelling team:

1. Simply not doing drill was a pleasant thing per se.
2. The gym was a nice, termperature-controlled, indoor environment. Drill was outdoors, no matter the weather. Pouring rain? March, you bastards. Your basic New Orleans 99 degrees and 99 percent humidity when we'd offically switched to Winter uniforms (WOOL!)? I know you're faking that faint, private. Get yer ass up! Unusual freeze? Those are not regulation gloves, you fucking maggot! Get 'em off NOW! You're on report!
3. Over in the gym, we could check the time, grab a shower, and saunter over to be first in the lunch line while the batallion was still at attention. Toodle-ooo, boys!

I resolved to be a competitive gymnast and it was indeed a wonderful thing.

18. What was your school's full name?
The College of the Immaculate Conception (aka Jesuit High School)

19. When did you graduate?
1966. More precisely, 6/66, which we all thought was extra special, because of, you know, SATAN!

20. If you could go back and do it again, would you?
I'd rather [Think of the thing that makes you the most squeamish. No, that's not good enough. That's from your forebrain. Go back into your hindbrain and dig out that REALLY horrid disgusting thing, the one you're afraid to even let pass *quickly* through your thoughts. That's the one.] Yeah, I'd rather do that.

21. Did you have fun at Prom?
It was ok. I sorta doubled with one of my few pals - Mange, lead guitar player. It was in a swell downtown hotel ballroom and Deacon John and the Ivories played for it. They were righteous. Afterwards we cruised the Quarter, drinking Hurricanes and other alcoholic concoctions. (Legal age was 18 then, although, since we knew many of the club owners from playing music, we woulda been drinking anyway because we had been using their services since we were 15~16.) I had a date and she was nice. That was unusual.

22. Do you still talk to the person you went to Prom with?
Not in 40-plus years.

23. Are you planning on going to your next reunion?
See # 20. Does the phrase "When Hell freezes over" (not counting Dante's ninth circle) mean anything to you?

24. Do you still talk to people from school?
A couple. The same ones I talked to then, but less frequently.

25. What were your school's colors?
Royal blue and white: The Blue Jays. Mascot = "Jayson" drawn by Walt Kelly. (We have met the enemy and he is us!)

Well,that was horribly painful. Thanks, Linda! There's some payback with your name on it, waiting out there somewhere. (grin)



UPDATE 3/11:

Mandy S's version of this has a couple of extra questions. I added those here.


VariantXtra 1. What was your school mascot?
Answered at #25, including a picture – Jayson, the Fighting Blue Jay

VariantXtra 2. What celebrities came from your high school?
Easiest answer is to give this link.

VariantXtra 3. Did you play a sport?
Official school teams: JV football. (Liked the sport; hated the coaching philosophy. I was small, even for JV, but I did like the sport. But did I mention how I felt about the fucking shit-sucking coaching mentality? Well, good then.) Wrestling. (Lettered but didn't really like the sport.) Gymnastics. (Lettered 3X. Team state championship all three years. Personal state championships in floor exercise and vaulting. Parenthetical personal - 6th place in tumbling in the World Tumbling and Trampoline Championships in '66.) Club-level: Modern Pentathlon. Fencing.

VariantXtra 4. What was your favorite club?
Archdiocesan Science Seminar. City-wide (but Catholic-school-only) science club was very active and did lots of interesting stuff.

VariantXtra 5. What class or teacher did you fear?
First, let's talk about "fear." I know the word is being used in a somewhat casual sense here but for me at that school there was a more significant depth to that word than "I'm afraid it might rain." More like "I'm afraid to hold this grenade with the pin out when the spoon looks like it might not be completely engaged."

At root, I'm *afraid* when I have something to lose, right? The faculty and staff (and fellow students) at Jesuit could, at worst, kill me. Fuck 'em. They were welcome to try that but I knew they didn't have the WILL to go that far. For anything less than that, I cite Eleanor Roosevelt: No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. I did not give those fuckers my consent and they knew it. It was a five-year Mexican standoff. (School was 8th-12th grades.) Severally and individually, they expended a great deal of energy trying to demean and break me. I'm still standing, you fucks! Eat me!

I didn't *FEAR* anyone there but I was careful and wary. Hey! I'm a hardass but I'm not stupid.

With that said, I'll give you a couple of responses to the question. There was Fr. Baudouin, pronounced (out of his hearing) as Boda-wang. He was one of those guys they whispered stories about. Ya know he killed a guy with his bare hands and he had a choice of going to jail or joining the priesthood. Those kinds of stories. He was a flat-out asshole. Used to pick kids up out of their desks to slap 'em across the face. Give him that. He was a big, strong motherfucker. Naturally, he taught religion.

He also loved to play the game where your answer is never adequate, even if you quoted the text back to him. Early on, I recognized that and stopped giving him any response when he asked me a question. I always responded, "I dunno, Father."

After a while, he caught on to the fact that I was gaming his game and he didn't like it. One day, after I'd given him my stock response, he inquired,"What do you know, Mister Maier? Do you know you're gonna flunk this class?"

I could feel the people beside and behind me cringing away when I responded, "I don't think so, Father."

Actually, my pal Mange (guitar player) sat behind me (alphabetical seating: Maier, Mangiapane) and afterwards he said he all-but shit his pants and was leaning way back to be out of retaliation range. But the Wangster just gave me his second-best glare and when I declined to fall down dead from sheer terror he moved on to the next victim. Guess he didn't feel like picking me up for a smack was worth his effort. I think he liked to do that with *big* guys to prove how manly/strong he was. IIRC, I did wind up with a C in that class. Devastating to my GPA. Darn! Really fucked up my college chances there, Wangster. A C in religion! How can I possibly explain that to college recruiters? Fucktard.

Father Pearce was the Prefect of Discipline. Sneaky bastard. He's the one who got me for indefinite penance hall that time. I will say this for him: with him it was just business. He had no vested personal animosity, like The Wang. It was simply his job to crush your spirit and make you compliant. If he were with the mafia instead of the Jesuits, he'd have been the kind of buttonman who would give you a coupla minutes to catch your breath and say a prayer before he parked two slugs behind your ear. Then he'd go home and have a nice dinner with the wife and kids. No hard feelings; just the work he was put on earth to do. I was wary of him.

Some of the younger Jesuits were cool; they were into the liberation theology version of Catholicism. They were the ones who got me interested in SNCC and nonviolent civil rights. But the older generation were pretty much universally from the medieval school of Catholicism. They might sneer at the know-nothing Franciscans but they would have gleefully participated in the Inquisition.

Monday, March 09, 2009

25 albums

Stolen from Linda H's Facebook notes...

Think of 25 albums that had such a profound effect on you they changed your life or the way you looked at it. They sucked you in and took you over for days, weeks, months, years. These are the albums that you can use to identify time, places, people, emotions. These are the albums that no matter what they were thought of musically shaped your world.

First, I wanna give a nod to some of the great classical composers cuz I do love 'em; but historically, when I was being influenced by them, I didn't buy albums of their works so they don't fit the parameters of this meme. It's gonna be pretty much r&b and rock'n'roll. Nonetheless, here's a generic classical shoutout to most of the Germans, lots of the Russians, and some of the romantics. But none of those fucking Austrians!

Actually, even in a more general sense, I have not been moved by albums as much as I have been by individual styles, or techniques, or even single songs. So your apprehension of my life in music as derived from this meme is limited to the narrow focus of this meme – albums only. You're seeing my musical growth through the narrow keyhole of "albums" and nothing else; but there's a lot of "else." There's more else than there are albums. So with that caveat…

In chronological order of when I obtained (or listened to) them, which is not necessarily the same as their release date.

1. Peter, Paul, and Mary – Peter, Paul, and Mary (1962) Blues and R&B artists connected me to the spirit of the downtrodden and disenfranchised in America. Folk music made me feel that it was POSSIBLE to change things.

2. James Brown - Live at the Apollo (1963) Prior to this effort, very few albums were sold in the r&b/rock'n'roll universe; it was mostly singles. James broke ground here, as he often did. Even as a denizen of syncopated, funky, backbeat-driven New Orleans, I found JB breathtaking.

3. Beatles – Meet the Beatles (1964) How did this album affect me? I stopped using Bylcreem to comb my hair into a stunning DA; that's how much this album affected me. Oh, and I began *hearing* music in an entirely different way.

4. The Rolling Stones – The Rolling Stones (1964) Wow! The perfect marriage of Beatle-inspired "new" rock with gritty, bluesy American r&b. I still love the Stones.

5. Bob Dylan – The Times They are a-Changin' (1964) Intellectual, edgy folk music with a little rock creeping in around the edges. Not as *nice* as older folk music. Demanding, insistent. And immensely musical. And as an aside, I personally LIKED it when Dylan went electric a few years later.

6. Kinks – You Really Got Me (1964) Love that merciless, primitive, power-cord drive. It ain't fun until your ears start to bleed!

7. Otis Redding – Otis Blue (1965) A change gonna come. You know it will. Voting rights act of 1965. Incredible. Simply incredible.

8. Little Richard – Little Richard's Greatest Hits (1966) Always loved Little Richard but this album officially qualifies him for this album list. Whomp-bomp-a-loo-bop a whomp-bam-boom!

9. Buffalo Springfield – Buffalo Springfield Again (1967) Steven Stills and Neil Young together before CSNY. Their music was unique and powerful, innovative. Fascinating.

10. Ray Charles – Greatest Hits (1962) Although I didn't buy it until later in the 60s. What'd I say? "Ray Charles!" That's what I say.

11. Jimi Hendrix – Are You Experienced? (1967) Jimi turned the electric guitar into its own instrument. Previously, it had been an electrified *guitar*. Jimi played a different instrument; he played the electricguitar. In-fucking-credible. Even better on acid.

12. Art Neville and the Meters – The Meters (1969) New Orleans funk. No drummer has ever been or will ever be as funky as Zigaboo Modeliste. Funk became a genre of its own but The Meters ruled the syncopated universe and they were there for its Planck Era.

13. James Taylor – Sweet Baby James (1970) He's just so damned musical. I could listen to him until falling into a bliss coma.

14. Osibisa – Wcyaya (1972) Opened me to world music. Subtle, complex rhythms and delicious harmonies.

15. Bob Marley and the Wailers – Burnin' (1973) Reggae goes with New Orleans music like red beans go with rice. The minute I heard reggae I KNEW it was already part of my soul. Bob was the king but it's such a large kingdom… well, so much reggae, so little time.

16. Professor Longhair – Rock & Roll Gumbo (1974) Finally after years of my listening to him and his proteges live, 'fess produced a commercial album. He had long influenced me but this album made him album-ly official for this meme.

17. Average White Band - AWB (1974) Speaking of funk! First nonBlack band to be invited on Soul Train. You know they had to be funky. I love funk. I loved AWB. Cut the cake! If you can sit still while listening to AWB, check your pulse. You're dead or you're an android designed to mimic humanity and you weren't informed of your identity. Sorry, Charlie.

18. Little Feat – Feats Don't Fail Me Now (1974) Spanish Moon is one of my all-time favorite songs. These feats are funky. And that's a good thing.

19. Pat Benatar – Live from Earth (1983) I liked Pat Benatar from her beginnnings but this album cemented her for me. Say what you will, and I know there's a lot to say, but you can't dissuade me. I'm a Pat Benatar fan.

20. Madonna – Madonna (1983) cuz that girl could crank out some dance tunes and dancin' is a very fine thing for human beings to do. Loved it then and I still like it. Makes me wanna go on a holiday. (grin)

21. Dire Straits – Brothers in Arms (1985) Most of this album is ok. Some of it is memorable. Primarily, it maintains a place in my psyche for Money for Nothin'. Out-fucking-standing!

22. N.W.A. – Straight Outta Compton (1988) Just cuz I like 'em. They were fresh and nasty. Who else would have thet balls to sing "Fuck the Police!"? Hey, NWA, me love you long time.

23. Public Enemy – It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back (1988) Seminal. Before poor Flavor Flav became a cable TV joke, Public Enemy was righteous.

24. Janet Jackson – Rhythm Nation 1814 (1989) Yeah, it's pop-ish but DAMN! That girl just makes me wanna dance. Nothing wrong with dancing. Thank you, Miss Jackson! (Yes, I'm nasty.)

25. Steel Pulse – Ultimate Collection (2000) Guess I'll finish up with some reggae. Always liked Steel Pulse. This was a great collection album and, like they say, it's not the King James version! (grin) Besides, who has better dreads than these guys?

Ok. That's 25 for me. It was a difficult exercise and I suspect I forgot a couple which should have been in there instead of a couple which are. That's ok. It's only rock'n'roll but I like it.

P.S. To anticipate your questions about other "important" groups not mentioned here, I was not and am not a fan of: Elvis Presley, The Doors, The Who, Led Zeppelin, The Moody Blues, The Beach Boys, The Dave Clark Five, Pink Floyd, The Grateful Dead, The Police, U2, Talking Heads, and a whole buncha other artists I can't think of right now. They would never make it onto any list like this which I might create.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Three, count 'em, THREE

Borrowed from my lovely Ronnie, although most everybody I know has done it.

Now, here's what you're supposed to do... and please do not spoil the fun. Create a new note, copy and paste this message, delete my answers, and type in your answers. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little-known things about your friends and family. Have FUN!

THREE NAMES I GO BY
1. Frank
2. Cap'n Franko
3. Prunes (but not for a while and don't ask)

THREE JOBS I HAVE HAD IN MY LIFE
1. Librarian
2. Indexer
3. Technical writer

THREE PLACES I HAVE LIVED
1. New Orleans, LA
2. Destin, FL
3. Seattle, WA

THREE TV SHOWS THAT I WATCH
1. Burn Notice
2. Bones
3. Countdown (Keith Olbermann)

THREE PLACES I HAVE BEEN
1. Caribbean
2. Ireland
3. Italy

THREE PLACES I WANT TO GO
1. Space, at least suborbital, preferably orbital, ideally extraplanetary
2. Caribbean (again and again)
3. Australia might be fun

THREE OF MY FAVORITE FOODS
1. Crawfish – any style
2. Blue crab – almost any style
3. Oysters – only small, firm, delicious ones, preferably Gulf of Mexico, but NOT raw

THINGS I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO
1. Completion of the space elevator
2. Burt Rutan's next spacecraft
3. The end of supernatural beliefs among humans

THREE PETS THAT YOU HAVE OWNED
1. Dogs
2. Cats
3. Rats
Altenate 3
1. Ronnie
2. MJ
3. Chloe
(Hee-heee! I'm so funny!)

THREE FRIENDS WHO WILL REPLY
NA

THREE FAVORITE BANDS/ ARTISTS
1. Professor Longhair
2. Art Neville
3. John Lee Hooker

THREE FAVORITE TEAMS TO WATCH (The teams I watch most frequently, not necessarily my favorite sports or teams per se)
1. Seahawks
2. Mariners
3. Saints

THREE FAVORITE DRINKS
1. Coke and orange juice mixed equally (My mother used to call this "ditch water.")
2. Hot malt Ovaltine with a generous slug of Bailey's topped with a healthy goop of marshmallow cream
3. Kir royale made with Moet&Chandon White Star

Song title meme

Taken from Diana:

Using only song titles from ONE artist (your choice), cleverly answer these questions. Not that easy...try it...then ask some good pals to do it too. Or not.

I chose to use songs by:
Richard Penniman, aka Little Richard, aka the Queen of Rock and Roll

1. Are you male or female: Ready Teddy

2. Describe yourself: Short Fat Fanny

3. How do you feel about yourself: Send Me Some Lovin'

4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: Long Tall Sally

5. Describe your current boy/girl situation: True Fine Mama

6. Describe your current location: Oh Why?

7. Describe where you want to be: All Around the World

8. Your best friend is: Slippin' and a-Slidin'

9. Your favorite color is: Tutti Frutti

10. You know that: She's Got It

11. What's the weather like: Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On

12. If your life were a television show what would it be called? Ooooh! My Soul

13. What is life to you: Wonderin'

14. What is the best advice you have to give: Shake a Hand, Make a Friend

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Where I'm From meme

Taken from Sandra who took it from places linked on her blog:


Where I'm From

I am from water, from Levi's jeans, and desperate intellectualism.

I am from THE delta, drainage basin of the entire central USofA, sweltering, fertile, redolent of unique organics.

I am from wolfsbane, aconite, monkshood, the loup-garou, the cypress tree, smothered by Spanish moss, delicately lifting its knees above the fecund mire.

I am from the Mardi Gras seat bolted to the top of the ladder and curiosity, from Frank Maier and Byrnes and Moritz.

I am from the stubborn and inquisitive.

From cattin' the streets and a silver nothing plus a gold waitawhile.

I am from Creole Catholicism and Voodoo, Sunday Mass and the savage cannibalism of devouring the flesh of Jesus after Saturday night in "da Quarter." A silver dime on a string around your ankle, wrist, or neck and an asafoetida bag, just in case.

I'm from New Orleans German Irish, crawfish bisque and red-beans-and-rice with pickle meat.

From the dustbowl diaspora, the WWII combat veterans, and the man who in his youth rode his Indian motorcycle transporting cash from whorehouses, but never let slip a "bad" word in front of his children.

I am from ragged albums in dusty closets, concealing more than they reveal, but revealing more than I might have imagined. The yellowing truth of the past, as banal and pedestrian as the present, but as infused with unknown possibility as the future. A human psychological variant of Heisenberg's principle, knowing precisely what we're looking at but with very little idea of the concomitant why.