tidbits: no ROCKY, live Duran Duran, Ichiro
I have bowed out of seeing ROCKY BALBOA, to my great sadness. I just don't feel like going all the way out to Tigard (60 minutes on the bus, each way). I love Milo, but I've got nine episodes of "Heroes" at home that I can watch... so I've got to keep my eyes open for when RB hits the 2nd run theaters. It can only be better with the presence of a pitcher of beer (even if I'm drinking it all by myself... hey, anybody wanna make a date for when it does go to 2nd run? I'm thinking in Feburary or March, probably?)...
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A very happy occurence today... taking some proofreading across the street to the other office, I suddenly hear the dulcet tones of "Is There Anyone Out There?"... but different slightly... it's live!!! I realized with a start, and go running through the office until I find the source. It's Lance Kreiter's office, and he's got a record player, and he ever-so-calmly tells me, "Oh yeah, it's this rare vinyl of an early live Duran Duran show... it's got a really good version of 'Last Chance on the Stairway'."
So my head pretty much explodes. "LCOTS" has been my favorite DD song since I was a kid, and is, for all intents and purposes, my very favorite song in the whole world... and I had never heard a live recording of it. Lance cheerfully gets up and flips the record, hunting around gently in the grooves for the start of the song, and plays it in its entirety while I sprawl in his comfy chair with my eyes closed, moaning faintly. It's just as good as you could imagine (well, maybe not YOU specifically... but still) - levels of bass mastery from John Taylor that I associate with people like Les Claypool and Yuval from Soul Coughing, except even more so (well, maybe not more so than Les Claypool). Guitar fill solo instead of the vibraphone solo. Unbelievably tight, confident playing and a brilliant, slightly understated vocal from Simon. Fucking incredible.
I love my job.
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Reading an article in the NY Times about Daisuke Matsuzaka, a Japanese baseball player recently signed to the Red Sox, I was reminded of my undying love for Ichiro Suzuki, and I had to go find some pictures of him to fill the sudden void in my mind's eye. Seriously, Ichiro is SO FOXY. Here he is with the equally foxy Hidetoshi Nakata (on the right) - wouldn't they make great boyfriends?...
I've been hoping that Kevin Sampsell would buy me one of the books of Ichiro's philosophy, or at least a big picture book. But then again he never did get me that poster of Allan Iverson, either, so obviously I can't count on him. :) (Kidding. I wouldn't even be in love with either of those two beautiful men if it wasn't for Kevin dragging me into his hell-realm of pro sports. Damn you, Sixers, for making me care and then choking. No more. I'd love to put my energies behind a good team, but I just can't do it - it hurts too much when they lose, or worse, just disappear, like the fabulous Portland Power, that fantastic ABL women's hoops team who had to break up when the ABL went away. So to hell with you all - Chelsea FC, Liverpool FC, Denver Broncos, Seattle Mariners, Toronto Maple Leafs, Portland Winterhawks, Philadelphia 76ers... to hell with you. I don't care.)
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A very happy occurence today... taking some proofreading across the street to the other office, I suddenly hear the dulcet tones of "Is There Anyone Out There?"... but different slightly... it's live!!! I realized with a start, and go running through the office until I find the source. It's Lance Kreiter's office, and he's got a record player, and he ever-so-calmly tells me, "Oh yeah, it's this rare vinyl of an early live Duran Duran show... it's got a really good version of 'Last Chance on the Stairway'."
So my head pretty much explodes. "LCOTS" has been my favorite DD song since I was a kid, and is, for all intents and purposes, my very favorite song in the whole world... and I had never heard a live recording of it. Lance cheerfully gets up and flips the record, hunting around gently in the grooves for the start of the song, and plays it in its entirety while I sprawl in his comfy chair with my eyes closed, moaning faintly. It's just as good as you could imagine (well, maybe not YOU specifically... but still) - levels of bass mastery from John Taylor that I associate with people like Les Claypool and Yuval from Soul Coughing, except even more so (well, maybe not more so than Les Claypool). Guitar fill solo instead of the vibraphone solo. Unbelievably tight, confident playing and a brilliant, slightly understated vocal from Simon. Fucking incredible.
I love my job.
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Reading an article in the NY Times about Daisuke Matsuzaka, a Japanese baseball player recently signed to the Red Sox, I was reminded of my undying love for Ichiro Suzuki, and I had to go find some pictures of him to fill the sudden void in my mind's eye. Seriously, Ichiro is SO FOXY. Here he is with the equally foxy Hidetoshi Nakata (on the right) - wouldn't they make great boyfriends?...
I've been hoping that Kevin Sampsell would buy me one of the books of Ichiro's philosophy, or at least a big picture book. But then again he never did get me that poster of Allan Iverson, either, so obviously I can't count on him. :) (Kidding. I wouldn't even be in love with either of those two beautiful men if it wasn't for Kevin dragging me into his hell-realm of pro sports. Damn you, Sixers, for making me care and then choking. No more. I'd love to put my energies behind a good team, but I just can't do it - it hurts too much when they lose, or worse, just disappear, like the fabulous Portland Power, that fantastic ABL women's hoops team who had to break up when the ABL went away. So to hell with you all - Chelsea FC, Liverpool FC, Denver Broncos, Seattle Mariners, Toronto Maple Leafs, Portland Winterhawks, Philadelphia 76ers... to hell with you. I don't care.)