DST arrives but unlike last year the bicycling season does not.
Instead we still have hockey. This year we are in the picture taken last night as our favorite team improved to 38-0 on the season (46 in a row dating to last year's national championship run) by winning the WCHA conference tournament.
Find Goldy (big head, goofy Gopher grin), count over 3 people and then the gap between that guy and the next guy, we are just above that gap. TOPWLH in her M jersey autographed by all of the members of the last year's championship team.
Next up for this group, NCAA tournament beginning next Saturday.
Train
Entering the city
I lost myself
And never came back
Took a trip 'round the world
And never came back
Black silhouettes, criss-crossed tracks
And never came back
Forever changed
Forever changed
You might think I'm frivolous, uncaring and cold
You might think I'm frivolous, depends on your point of view
Society Andy, who paints and records them
The high and the low
Got to get to the city, get a job
Got to get some work, to see me through
My old life's behind,
I see it receding
My life's disappearing, disappearing from view
Hong Kong and I was changed
Burma, Thailand and I was changed
A few good friends to see me through
Henry Geldzahler to see me through
Edie Sedgwick to see me through
Brigid Berlin to see me through
Only art can see me through
Only heart could see me through
My life's disappearing from view
My old life's disappearing from view
Some of you are going to find this to be offensive.
Really offensive.
Remember that it is just words. If the words offend you please don't watch.
This is one of my favorite tunes from one of my favorite albums of the late 70s, Sheik Yerbouti (probable phonetic pronounciation "shake your bootie") by Frank Zappa. The album features recordings of live performances. The video featured here is from the same series of shows that produced the album but is not the performance that is heard on the album.
Previous albums by Frank and his previous group, the Mothers of Invention, included "We're Only in it for the Money", "Cruising With Ruben and the Jets", and "Weasels Ripped My Flesh".
In his personal life Frank was twice married. He fathered four children in the union with his second wife. Many or perhaps most are aware of the two most famous of those children, Moon Unit and Dweezil. The other two children are also exotically yclept, Ahmet Emuukha Rodan and Diva Thin Muffin Pigeen.
Please keep in mind, if you have gotten this far, that it WAS the late 70s. This video is a scene from the Frank Zappa movie, "Baby Snakes". This performance was filmed in 1977 at NYC's Palladium Theater.
I learned this from the comments to the video: For this performance Frank is playing what appears to be a Gibson SG. According to Dweezil it's actually not a Gibson. The guitar was custom made for Frank, he had a Gibson logo put on it.
Thanks and chapeau to Guitar Guy for identifying the drummer as Terry Bozzio and the short haired guitarist in the nice gray lady's skirted suit as Adrian Belew.
Further warning and this is absolutely my last one, many will find lots of this pretty offensive for the first three minutes but even for those who find the first three minutes offensive the performance goes somewhat off the charts offensive after the three minute mark.
Here we go then, the inimitable and absolutely totally and completely unreplaceable Frank Zappa:
In case anyone wonders, here is the video I watched the other night that set me off down the road that led me to post the Van Halen video. As did Frank, I found the Hot for Teacher video to be amusing.
At one point in the CNN piece Frank says to the guest who persists in attacking, "I've got a napkin for you when you drool." Shortly thereafter the guy challenges Frank to some sort of manly resolution of the matter, I believe his words indicate that if Frank is willing that the two of them should go out in the alley and engage in fisticuffs. I doubt that he really means it.
Some of Frank's facial takes are priceless.
Just a rock musician on CNN with three professional talking heads.
Frank is way, way too smart to not have been President.
Many of my circle will know that my long time preferred non-workplace time piece has for many years been a cheap plastic Casio analog. I love to watch the second hand, I like the hands, I am no fan of digital time pieces, time is very, very clearly analog. I own three of the Casio analogs.
So last week the watch I was using stopped. I always keep the appropriate battery on hand so the first thing I did was replace the battery. Unfortunately that did not restart the watch. I took the battery back out and tried it in one of the other watches, this time in my personal favorite, the one with the scratch on the face from the drainspout on rue de La Sourdière as we walked from Glenn's apartment to a recommended restaurant in 2006. The fresh battery started that watch. I concluded that the now non-functioning watch had a disability unrelated to battery power. Being as the watches in question are about $12 brand new, repair is out of the question.
However, I have long had an issue with the cheap plastic bands that come with these watches. They just don't last very long. I have located a source for them and have at least a couple in reserve. The thing is though, even a watch that doesn't work has a perfectly fine watch band. I didn't want to discard the non-working watch because of the band and I have no good spot for storing just the band. My solution was to put a piece of black tape on the dead watch (black tape dead watch, good one, eh?) and store the watch in the same place where I store the other non-working watch, confident that I would now know which of those two was the one that wasn't any good anymore.
Today the watch band on the watch now currently in use gave up the ghost.
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