7.30.2009

concert review...



This past Tuesday evening my friend Bob and I ventured into the wilds of West Philly, to the grand old Tower Theater, for for one of those once in a lifetime events, a double billing featuring Asia and Yes. We've seen both bands previously over the past year or so, but never together. The venue is an outstanding place, really not a bad seat in the house, it's just a bit of a bitch to get to and it's not in a great area, but none the less, a very good evening was had.
Asia opened up at 8 PM. As you may or may not know, the band is made up of folks who formed the band and all have a great musical lineage; The bassist and lead vocalist is John Wetton, by way of one of the old King Crimson lineups and Hawkwind, not to mention many other outstanding groups. The percussionist is Carl Palmer, late of Emerson, Lake and Palmer, and others. The keyboardist is Mr. Geoff Downs, by way of The Buggles ("Video Killed The Radio Star", remember? The very first video ever broadcast on MTV, when they actually used to play music videos), he also was part of Yes for a while and other grand efforts. Guitarist and backup vocals is Steve Howe, one of the founding members of Yes and performer without peer. Without winding through the set list, I'll get to what I like the best of seeing them, they always play a song from each of the members previous bands; They played "Fanfare For The Common Man", by ELP, which I really love, not only for Carl Palmer's ten minute solo exercise on the drums, which always, always amazes, but also for Downs keyboard work, which is pretty much a note for note takeoff on Keith Emerson's playing, but with so much more of a fluid approach, rather than Keith's usual chunky keyboard attacks. They also play "Video Killed The Radio Star", but the highlight is when they perform "In The Court Of The Crimson King" from KC's first 1967 album. Wetton does a great job on the vocals and it's always a treat to hear this song performed live, as it is usually not on the KC play list any more, but the real surprise was when Ian McDonald, one of the original KC lineup, walked out on stage and played the flute part and did back up vocals. Damned near jumped out of my seat. It was just one of those things that, if you're a KC fan, you'll talk about the rest of your days, and I'm sure I will.
The only strange thing about Asia's set was the closing number, "Heat Of The Moment", one of their big hits, with Downs jumping all over the stage with a keytar slung around his neck. A real eighties moment I could have done without, but the crowd seemed to love it.
After Asia left the stage and they changed the stage setting, we settled down for Yes.



As they've done since the release tour for "Close To The Edge" (1972), the house lights went down and on came the final movement of Stravinsky's "Firebird Suite", the band takes the stage and as the final note of the Firebird crescendos into the night, they pick up the same note for the beginning of "Siberian Khatru", one of the better true prog rock tunes they've created and the night was off and running. The lineup of Yes was the same as the last time we saw them, Steve Howe (who, somehow, at 62, managed to not only rip it up with Asia for over an hour, but then picked it right up with Yes), Chris Squire and Alan White, all original members, although White was their second drummer, the first being Bill Bruford. On keyboards was Oliver Wakeman, son of the great Rick Wakeman and fronting vocals was Beniot David, who Yes discovered a year or so ago fronting a Yes tribute band in Canada. He looks and sounds just like Jon Anderson, one of the Yes founding fathers and, in my opinion, has picked up the band with his level of energy, bounding all over the stage and, I don't care what his detractors say, he has a set of pipes that even a young Jon Anderson would kill for. They ran through a few of their more popular numbers, but ventured into some of the more eclectic stuff, like the seemingly impossible to perform live "Machine Messiah", a real snake of a song with, at times, bass, drums and guitar all playing different time signatures withing the same measure. Gotta love hearing that live. My real thrills of their set were having Wakeman's keyboards properly amplified, unlike the last time when I really couldn't hear most of what he was playing and some better miking of White's drums, along with a real surprise, a nice rendition of "Heart Of The Sunrise" which I've only heard played live twice before, both times with Bruford on the skins. He and White are distinctly different drummers, Bruford is steeped in Jazz and if you really listen to that track on the "Fragile" album with an ear for his work, you will be amazed at what it does for that particular song. White approaches it with a more traditional tact, not the syncopated off time beating of Bruford, but it was still a real treat to hear it once again, it being one of my very favorite Yes numbers, for more reason than just the music. But I digress...
Once again, as both Bob and I observed, the house was full of young people, most of which I assume were brought by their Yes fan parents, but obviously they were well versed in what they were hearing and really had a great time. It's a good thing to see these days. As usual, every concert experience with Bob is one for the books, he and I share a deep appreciation of progressive rock and we always have a great time together. He's a good friend that I don't see nearly enough, which is my fault, I'm sorry to say. But he forgives me, I think.

In other news, I went to the doctor on Wednesday and he's finally capitulated and has referred me to a specialist to find out just what is going on with my kidney and gastro system. I'll let you know how it plays out.

Later.



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7.23.2009

how about a box of antique nails I pulled out of reclaimed lumber...



and my Yoo-Hoo bottle cap collection?
I just saw a commercial for Lexus that was touting they will take your old gold, silver and jewelry as a down payment on a lease or purchase...
The whole thing has a distinctly Third Reich undertone to it. Or maybe it's just me...



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7.22.2009

help me...



I think I've finally discovered what's really wrong with me... remodeling addiction. I've yet to finish the living room project (the built in bookcase and mantle still loom over me like one of those "running but getting nowhere" nightmares...) but last night I started the remodel on one of the upstairs spare bedrooms. I chiseled out areas of old plaster wall that were beyond repair so I can put in sections of sheet rock, which I will start on this weekend. In the mean time, I'll be sanding down the rest of the plaster, then patch and even out imperfections in the walls and ceiling, I'll probably clean out, tape and spackle all the wall and ceiling joints as well, just to clean them up a bit. Then sand and repaint all the trim, window sash and door. Then weather strip the windows, pull up the old carpeting, paint and paper, then put in new carpeting. I'm actually going to try to knock this off in two weeks. Considering I gutted the bathroom and rebuilt it in one week, I think I can pull this off, at least I'm not worrying about plumbing or electric work, and most of the woodwork is in remarkably good condition, so that will be a minimal task. One thing I am thinking of doing is, since this particular room has no closet space, is dividing the master bedroom walk in closet in half, since it shares the same inside wall as this room, and putting in a door. The spare room is long and narrow and an armoire just takes up too much space. Or not. So, if I'm not around for the next week or so, you'll know what I'm up to. I swear, by Bast, that if we ever decide to sell this grim old pile, I'm buying a brand new ranch house, made of plastic, inside and out, so all I need to do is hose it out once in a while.


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eclipse...



just received these from an acquaintence who lives in Zhejiang province, PRC.









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7.20.2009

change...








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my new favorite band...



Elphonia... sort of gothy, neo-prog, with some old psych undertones.




I've been spending the odd moment trying to recapture some of the music I had on my PC that I hadn't burned to CD before it went four-up and have been finding some outstanding prog and psych rock stuff I'll share with you off and on. I hope you enjoy this selection.

In other news, my job sucks, my health sucks, but you knew that already, huh?

Later.



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7.14.2009

pain...


has been the order of the past few weeks. this cyst or tumor or what ever it is that has taken up residence in one of my kidneys is making it's presence know in a most aggravating way, making it uncomfortable to sit, stand or assume any other position. the pink pills and vodka routine isn't helping any more. i'm going to make an appointment with the saw bones next week when he's back from vacation and tell him to either fix this or remove the kidney or do something, i'm not handling this very well. i have a ridiculously high pain tolerance level and this has exceeded it by far. my usually sunny demeanor has been eclipsed by this and i'm not digging it, not by a long shot. i'm sure all the work i just completed on the living room did wonders to aggravate the condition, but i'm not into sitting around and playing the patient.
i don't mean to unload this on you all, but it's why i haven't felt like posting or doing much of anything else lately. i'll keep you posted.
later.



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7.07.2009

fuck Michael Jackson...



it needs no explanation...

Seven US Armed Forces personal have died since June 25th, the same day the "King of Pop" died. Where are the headlines and the 24/7 news coverage for them? Where are the throngs, weeping in the streets at the loss of those seven Patriots? Why is the life of a drug addled, psychotic freak more important than even one of those lives?
I feel bad for his kids, however they came to be. As bad as I feel for the families of those seven service persons. Where are the fans of those seven souls? They're sitting in darkened living rooms or quiet bedrooms, or empty back yards, in North Carolina, Michigan, Texas, Illinois, suffering loss unfathomable. They will hold no lottery to see who will attend their loved ones funeral services. They will find solace in friends and family and other loved ones, not obsessed fans, or celebrities who came to be seen, or those who use the death of Michael Jackson to spread their agenda of racial hate. They will sit alone and think and remember and cry and contend with their own feelings. I hope they know I lament with them. I shall be their fan. I shall remember them, while others remember Mr. Jackson. And, long after Michael Jackson is forgotten, those lost in the service of their Country will be remembered, and much more fondly. I promise.

Sgt. Roger L. Adams Jr., 36, 120th Combined Arms Battalion, 30th Heavy Brigade Combat Team, North Carolina Army National Guard, Jacksonville, North Carolina.

Sgt. Juan C. Baldeosingh, 30, 120th Combined Arms Battalion, 30th Heavy Brigade Combat Team, North Carolina Army National Guard, Newport, North Carolina.

Spc. Robert L. Bittiker, 39, 120th Combined Arms Battalion, 30th Heavy Brigade Combat Team, North Carolina Army National Guard, Jacksonville, North Carolina.

Sgt. 1st Class Edward C. Kramer, 39, 120th Combined Arms Battalion, 30th Heavy Brigade Combat Team, North Carolina Army National Guard, Wilmington, North Carolina.

Sgt. Timothy A. David, 28, 2nd Battalion, 5th Cavalry Regiment, 1st Brigade Combat Team, 1st Cavalry Division, Gladwin, Michigan.

Spc. Joshua L. Hazlewood, 22, 614th Automated Cargo Documentation Detachment, Army Reserve, Manvel, Texas.

Spc. Casey L. Hills, 23, 100th Battalion, 442nd Infantry Regiment, Army Reserve, Salem, Illinois.

Thank you. Thank you, so very much. God speed...



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7.06.2009

living room shelf pictures...



over in Tilling By Moonlight...
nothing much else going on here... Independence Day party pix soon, maybe.



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7.04.2009

Independence Day...

Most folks just refer to it as July 4th. Picnics, parades, fireworks. And so it has become, a celebration of an event, the magnitude of which escapes most people. Risking life and limb, and, most assuredly, neck, that brave assemblage of men, with broad stroke of quill, declared they would no longer toil under the reign of a foreign King, no longer be subject to the taxes and tariffs imposed by the crown, would dare to speak of freedom, of liberty, of Independence... and set in motion the formation of a Republic. Not a Democratic society, but a Republic. It is that solemn event we celebrate today.
Perhaps those men of '76 celebrated a bit behind the closed doors after the ink of the last signature was blotted dry, but I think the weight of their actions must have been overbearing. How many sat up that night, thinking of the consequences they faced if things didn't work out. I sometimes wonder how much ale, Sherry and wine was consumed that night, both as a toast to the fledgling nation and just to calm the nerves..?
Perhaps one day we will celebrate a second such event, when the thumb of our own government has pressed us down with it's weight for too long and for one time too many. Can we be so bold and brave as our founding fathers? Can such words be wrought in our own way and for our own time? I wonder less if they can be, than if they will be...
So, while enjoying your friends and family today, take a minute to raise a toast to those bold few who shouldered such a weight so that you can have what you do today.
God bless those brave souls and God bless America.



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7.03.2009

YAY..!



I lurves my new Mac!


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7.01.2009

too many books...



there are now fifty seven running feet of book shelves circling the upper stratosphere of the living room... and there's still hundreds of books with no place to go. we loaded them up last night and ended up culling three boxes of books that we're going to offer to friends and family at our July 4 party, there are still boxes of books upstairs we haven't even looked into yet, not to mention the boxes of tomes stashed in the attic... I can see expanding the shelving into the dining room when I remodel that again next year. or maybe a shelf in the reading nook off the kitchen. or maybe set into the upstairs wall facing you when you are coming down the center staircase. or maybe we just need to get rid of more books. we haven't even thought about the vinyl, cd's, dvd's and vhs tapes, not to mention the hundreds of bound and slip cased magazines...
I set aside my collection of antique books about New Jersey, my collection of Battle of Monmouth books and my NJ history books, which will be taking up residence in the bookcase over the mantle along with my collection of Molly Pitcher memorabilia, so those thirty or so books don't even figure into the equation. Nor do any of my building, wood working or tool books. Or my model railroading and train books...
by the time we went to bed late last night, the living room looked like a second hand book shop after a 4.8 temblor... I guess we'll finish sorting it out tonight.
So, the Mac is still sitting in the box in the dining room, maybe I'll get to that by the weekend, so further reports will be sketchy at best. Be well, have a great 4th and remember, please, why we celebrate on that particular day, and what those great men did and the risks they took to form this great republic. Would that some today might have the balls they did to stand up to the tyranny we now face...



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