I’ve moved this web site to a new system. So it feels appropriate to make some pointless remark about resiliency and longevity. But there really are no fancy words. At this point in my life my survival is not a dramatic statement or some misguided defiance.
I’m sitting here this morning pondering the Palladium. Long story short, my first class of the new semester as Saint Petersburg College starts today with my Live Sound Reinforcement Tech. It’ll be at SPC’s Palladium location. Hopefully the title is self-explanatory, but if not, suffice it to say that it’s the study of doing live sound properly (something most artists can relate to).
I’ve been thinking a lot about the many broadsides I’ve seen launched against Roger Waters now that he’s released a new album, “Is This the Life We Really Want?”. I’ve mostly been thinking about how I’ve always found myself in the position of defending Waters, ever since the release of “The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking” in 1983.
I just got my genealogy database back online. I’d been putting it off for ages. There’s always so many other more important things to do. But yesterday was the day. My uncle, Allen Lovelace, died on Sunday. I owed it to him to mark his passing.
I won’t be shedding any tears over Lemmy Kilmister. He was a hard-drinking, hard-living Rock & Roll animal who probably lived well past his natural expiration date. He wasn’t a particularly gifted lyricist, but he had a wry sense of humor that always crept in Motorhead songs.
When I saw this article, I immediately thought “Wil Wheaton is right”. I expected there would be plenty of people posting comments about how Wil Wheaton was a spoiled Hollywood celebrity, and belittling artists who expect compensation for their work.
I expect to be around for a while yet, but I don’t see myself reaching a ripe, old age. That kind of sucks when you consider that I already feel like I’m thirty years behind schedule.
I’m from North Carolina. I’ve put up with the Confederate battle flag all of my life, and used to have that outlook. “Aw, let the rednecks have their flag. Who’re they really hurting?” But it was more benign when I was young.
Sadly, in the aftermath of the terrorist acts in Charleston, South Carolina, the ongoing dialogue in many circles has not been over the hatred that motivated the shooter, but upon the Confederate battle flag flying over the capitol building in Columbia.
I like Michael B. Jordan. But I’ve found myself conflicted over his casting as Johnny Storm (aka The Human Torch) in the reboot of the Fantastic Four movie franchise. Not for the reasons many people will automatically assume, though. I’m not at all invested in the Fantastic Four franchise.