29 June 2010
Very Random Thoughts
I haven't written in almost two months. I started to get tired of hearing my own voice droning on about trivial and derivative stuff. Plus I put my Jeep on the road. I'm in love with it. It's red with a sunroof, a 10 disk cd player, and a big ol' hatchback where I can stash my summer gear. My summer gear consists of a fishing pole, my fishing vest stuffed with tackle, and a canvas bag that's packed as if I was going to the beach every day. Believe me, if there was a beach around here I would be at it every day. Since I got my new wheels I have been like a teenager skipping class and just as happy. I go see friends, I stop off at bars for a quick beer (and to see the US lose to Ghana), I drive to the park and sit in the sun and read. This has to be my favorite thing to do, maybe ever.
I should have written about the beautiful time of year when the days are longest, when the end of the day seems to linger endlessly and the mornings come early. I think this is my favorite time of year, but choosing a favorite time of year is alot like picking your favorite musical artist or record. Or book. The first cool Fall evening is pretty neat as is the first thaw of Spring when green grass is peeking out from the snow and there are endless mini-tributaries that run-off into endless pools filled with the demise of Winter. But the beginning of June has such nice, pleasant weather. It's been a perfect time to feel free and loose.
I read The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo which I thought was pretty good and made me wish I could hack computers. The closest I get is typing "hack" or "how to hack" into the Google search bar. I am really computer illiterate. But I liked Tattoo. The Girl was an interesting protagonist and I felt weirdly protective of her as I was reading.
I burned through a book about Laurel Canyon in about two days. I think it was called....Laurel Canyon! Laurel Canyon is in Los Angeles and was home to the hippie movement of the Sixties. Joni Mitchell and Graham Nash lived there in a house (Our House), Mama Cass introduced Crosby, Stills and Nash to each other in her living room. Frank Zappa had a sort-of compund there (No Drugs Allowed!) with his family and a big stone fireplace. Apparently the Hippies were too hopped up on goofballs to notice that Charles Manson was a weird guy but Zappa's wife noticed ("People say it came as a shock but not to us. For those with clear heads, you could see Manson was a strange guy"). Stills and Crosby were apparently grade-A egomaniacs and that was before the coke. Warren Zevon's wife Chrystal lived there and adopted two kids when she was only twenty and the kids four and six (?) or something like that. They were abandoned and she took them in. I thought that was pretty interesting and I would like to know what happened to them.
Right now I'm reading Rip It Up And Start Again: Postpunk 1978-1984 and James Michenor's Space. Rip It Up is about music after punk rock and before....what? Maybe before corporations reclaimed the business of the music business. I graduated in 1984. It was the year of Prince, Bruce and Madonna and they were huge: Puple Rain, Born In The U.S.A and Like A Virgin. This book, however, concerns itself with stuff like "Tainted Love" "Don't You Want Me" and bands like Bow Wow Wow, Depeche Mode, New Order, etc. Just go to Amazon and search the Pretty In Pink soundtrack and you'll get the idea. I liked some of this music. Some of it is too new-wavey for me but some of it is good. I have gained a new appreciation for the Cure as I've gotten older. Music history is interesting. I don't know how long I'll stick with Michenor's Space. I bought it at a garage sale (a great place to meet women) and it came without a book jacket but I think it's about the beginning of the Space program. It might get me interested in the stars. Or maybe the stars will just be a passing fancy like WWII reporting (I still want to get those books).
Ok, that's it.
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