With Beefheart. Per the uploader, marcnoelsant, it was recorded at Radio WLIR in Long Island, 1975.
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Hi, I'm Thad. I build websites.
This blog's been up in one form or another since 1999. In that time I've written about topics ranging from comic books to video games to copyright law to creators' rights to Frank Zappa.
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I went through an "I want to be an astronaut when I grow up" phase -- most kids probably do. Most of them are probably thinking of Neil Armstrong when they say that.
First human being on the moon, man -- if that's not the coolest thing any human being has ever done, well, it's right up there.
Foregoing Zappa again tonight, but here's some music from another Frank:
Image via Mark Evanier, who always writes a good obituary.
Going to forego Zappa tonight and wish a fond farewell to the Count, Jerry Nelson.
And old favorite:
CNN has a nice roundup of videos -- the one with Jim Henson as Kermit made me laugh, and, under the circumstances, it's poignant.
Bleeding Cool has a good selection too, spotlighting several of Nelson's other Muppet and Fraggle roles, and MightyGodKing adds Tomorrow, one of my favorite Muppet Show numbers (again featuring both Nelson and Henson).
Thanks for the memories.
Berlin, '78. Yet another post by tomtiddler1. Thanks Tom!
Took Little Nephew to the mall this evening so he wouldn't go stir-crazy. Cliché as it is, it's true -- by the end of the evening we were tired and he wasn't.
Made for a decent enough shopping trip, too. I found a copy of Crackdown for $3. And then I decided to check an Arizona souvenir shop for hot sauce -- my cousin invited me to breakfast this coming Sunday. It's the anniversary of her father's passing, and he loved to have people over for Sunday breakfast.
I saw a wasabi and habanero sauce and thought, yeah, that says Uncle Jim to me.
I miss the old fella.
Out with my nephew, thinking of my uncle. I guess that's the way the whole durned human comedy keeps perpetuatin' itself, down through the generations, westward the wagons, across the sands o' time until -- aww, look at me, I'm ramblin' again.
A tribute featuring Dweezil, Steve Vai, Mike Keneally, and various other alums. NYC, November 1991.
Dweezil's really grown as a musician in the past 20 years, but he was no slouch even in his mullet days. I mean, he is sharing a stage with Steve Vai.
First thing when I got onto the freeway this morning, some fucking idiot tried to lane-change directly into me and I had to lay on the horn and the gas.
A bit later I got a look at her -- surprise surprise, talking on a cell phone.
Bad enough to almost cause an accident because you're on the fucking phone, but I think it's just extra special to continue the conversation afterward instead of maybe considering the possibility that you should hang the fuck up now.
Self-driving cars can't get here soon enough. Because human drivers sure as fuck aren't getting any smarter.
Another post by tomtiddler1. Orpheum Theater, Boston, November 9, 1974.
Hey, here's another old Who review. Originally posted on Brontoforumus, 2008-03-14. (I guess my last Who review post was a Dalek serial too, but what the hell, that was like 6 weeks ago.)
Destiny of the Daleks is Tom Baker's second and final confrontation with the titular monsters (memo to Rusty: yes, they only did two Dalek stories in eight years), as well as Lalla Ward's first appearance as Romana (she'd played Princess Astra in the previous serial) and the second appearance of Davros.
It's a pretty run-of-the-mill story; by far the best sequences are the creepy, antediluvian ruins of the Dalek city, best used in the end of the second chapter when a cobweb-covered Davros begins to awaken.
It's sort of downhill after that. The creepy aliens of indeterminate race and sex turn out to be bad guys, Davros and the Doctor banter back and forth about their respective philosophies, and the whole thing sort of falls apart in the last chapter where it turns out the two alien races are in a stalemate because their battle computers are evenly matched.
The Daleks' blind obedience to Davros is a pretty radical change; not only have they, over the few hundred years since Genesis of the Daleks, gone from attempting to exterminate him for being inferior to reviving him because he's much smarter than they are, but within the span of two episodes they go from "Self-sacrifice is illogical and therefore impossible" to strapping bombs to themselves on his orders.
And on the subject of logic -- I've noticed more than one fan bellyache about the "Daleks trapped in a logical impasse" element, as that sort of story is much better suited to the Cybermen; Daleks aren't generally depicted as slaves to logic.
For a serial with both Terry Nation (writer) and Douglas Adams (editor) named in the credits, it disappoints. There are a few good Adams-y one-liners in there, but they're far between. As for the "comedy" in the opening segment, Romana's regeneration scene painfully fails to amuse, and of course reminds us that no two writers can agree on how regeneration works anyway.
It's not great, it's not terrible. Rent, don't buy.
Pau, France, 1979.