trapeze baby i'm up in the trees
tight rope walk it, yeah come to me
don't mean it to be hard / i'm just naturally tall
you can fly here while the others fall
skydiving is for the rich and the cool
me and you are jumping in the kiddie pool
i'll take you for a swim at your own risk
then i take you under for a lesson in bliss
no fancy meals its do it yourself
bisquick, tea and throw on your belt
coming and going all day long
no privacy until its dawn
at the inn at the inn, they come and go
me and you is all we know
at the inn at the inn, we feel safe
dishes and clothes all over the place
keith comes to town, chris is down
mike was here, and marc's around
its brian and corinna and oliver too
mia, tina and james and my family--just a few
at the inn at the inn, they come and go
me and you is all we know
at the inn at the inn, we feel safe
strutting around like we own the place
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
st. great
The new Metallica record is great. The solos make me jolly and the palm-muted four-tone sixteenth note loops (i.e. the part just before the 7-minute mark of the new "The Day That Never Comes") find a special dark place in me and live there like warm, wet trolls brewing alcoholic soup with steam and smoke rising out of chimneys into the cold afternoon. These are really long songs btw, with a median duration of 8 minutes or so. There are some nice chords in "All Nightmare Long." Kirk Hammet studied jazz at San Francisco State so he knows his fretboard. I also liked Suicidal Tendencies back in the day, so Robert Trujillo's bass is welcome addition. Suicidal actually opened for Metallica when I saw them in like 1996, along with Candlebox. hehe.
Afternoon coffee is great. that's one thing i enjoyed in bolivia, having the coffee lady come around every afternoon with your favorite cup. they drank it pretty sweet, generally, but for some reason it was a much better, richer, fuller sweet than our saccharine selections. Not sure why. But coffee makes more sense to me in the afternoon, when you have time to enjoy it and a full stomach to combat, than morning cuppa joe. Who has time to stop for coffee in the AM? Certainly not me.
What's facebook for? Keeping in touch. I think it's silly that companies would force you to join. If you see peoples' faces every day, why would you want to see their facebook too?
Afternoon coffee is great. that's one thing i enjoyed in bolivia, having the coffee lady come around every afternoon with your favorite cup. they drank it pretty sweet, generally, but for some reason it was a much better, richer, fuller sweet than our saccharine selections. Not sure why. But coffee makes more sense to me in the afternoon, when you have time to enjoy it and a full stomach to combat, than morning cuppa joe. Who has time to stop for coffee in the AM? Certainly not me.
What's facebook for? Keeping in touch. I think it's silly that companies would force you to join. If you see peoples' faces every day, why would you want to see their facebook too?
Monday, September 15, 2008
volcano! - Africa Just Wants to Have Fun
fantastic... aaron takes a walk in the park. he says he didn't get a cold, despite singing half naked in the rain, but did get "plenty of bug bites."
Also, he adds, "that milk smelled like ass. milk sux." well, it looks good on you.
Way Down Low in Soma
the penny dreadfuls, dustonius maximus, the obsessors at Beale Street Bar, Thurs. Sept. 11
Cheap live entertainment in San Francisco is hard to find without either a giant wait or no parking. For its well priced offerings and generous cocktails alone, the Beale Street Bar in SOMA demands attention. But its architecture too draws your eye. Surrounded by shiny, tall, buildings, the squat two-story structure with its moat of patios and parking lots makes a statement. Not one but two staircases, one of them circular, make their way to the rooftop stage. It's survived redevelopment and is here to stay.
The show cost $5. It was worth every dreadful penny. The Penny Dreadfuls opened with their mix of rock'n'roll, emo, punk and pirate tunes. They were very energetic. The vocalist Brian, who my girlfriend says is "pretty hot," is a journalism major at the Univ. of Nevada-Reno. The band hails from the "biggest little city in the world." Some say they're too emo, but I think they don't whine too much. They spin pretty catchy, energetic anthems.
Next up was Dustonius Maximus, presumably named for lead songwriter Dustin. The new band plays largely instrumental, jazzy, rockish, ska-ish songs. Kincaid (sp?) fronted with a lyrical trumpet, alternating between bluesy and jazzy and high and low. He actually smiled a lot, too. He and sax player Dan did a nice backing vocals job on one song, a rootsy Jamaican/Chris Murray/Jack Johnson type chill out island riddim, ska/rocksteady thing. The most fun, though, was the closing cover of Tom Waits' "Down in the Hole." Dustin's low voice easily slips into the gravely garble of Waits, and the arrangement was respectfully playful. Dustin actually lives not far from the crooner, in Petaluma, Calif.
The Obsessors closed the show. Ducky my pal played drums. The lead singer got in the crowd's face, and the guitar section - one gorgeous white Keytar played by an equally gorgeous woman (think Lisa from weird science, the TV show), and a straight-out-of-the-80s rocker dude with long hair and a white Flying V - backed her up with brass knuckles.
Cheap live entertainment in San Francisco is hard to find without either a giant wait or no parking. For its well priced offerings and generous cocktails alone, the Beale Street Bar in SOMA demands attention. But its architecture too draws your eye. Surrounded by shiny, tall, buildings, the squat two-story structure with its moat of patios and parking lots makes a statement. Not one but two staircases, one of them circular, make their way to the rooftop stage. It's survived redevelopment and is here to stay.
The show cost $5. It was worth every dreadful penny. The Penny Dreadfuls opened with their mix of rock'n'roll, emo, punk and pirate tunes. They were very energetic. The vocalist Brian, who my girlfriend says is "pretty hot," is a journalism major at the Univ. of Nevada-Reno. The band hails from the "biggest little city in the world." Some say they're too emo, but I think they don't whine too much. They spin pretty catchy, energetic anthems.
Next up was Dustonius Maximus, presumably named for lead songwriter Dustin. The new band plays largely instrumental, jazzy, rockish, ska-ish songs. Kincaid (sp?) fronted with a lyrical trumpet, alternating between bluesy and jazzy and high and low. He actually smiled a lot, too. He and sax player Dan did a nice backing vocals job on one song, a rootsy Jamaican/Chris Murray/Jack Johnson type chill out island riddim, ska/rocksteady thing. The most fun, though, was the closing cover of Tom Waits' "Down in the Hole." Dustin's low voice easily slips into the gravely garble of Waits, and the arrangement was respectfully playful. Dustin actually lives not far from the crooner, in Petaluma, Calif.
The Obsessors closed the show. Ducky my pal played drums. The lead singer got in the crowd's face, and the guitar section - one gorgeous white Keytar played by an equally gorgeous woman (think Lisa from weird science, the TV show), and a straight-out-of-the-80s rocker dude with long hair and a white Flying V - backed her up with brass knuckles.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
boli looks for new via
Three American ambassadors to Latin American countries were expelled in the past week or so. bolivia, venezuela and honduras. the first two i understand - the US is none too pleased with indigenous-people-liking, state-power asserting honchos with their hands on plenty of gas reserves -- petrol in Venezuela and natural gas in Boli.
Bolivia is seriously threatened with secession of the eastern states. They are the ones rich in oil reserves. They oppose Evo Morales, the first indigenous leader of the country's history, who wishes to spread the oil wealth to some of the indios, the indigenous inhabitants of the western states.
My friend Numayr sent me a PDF of propaganda from Bolivian politicos aligned with Evo Morales, the coca-leaf-grower turned president. Incidentally, Morales spoke to our class when I studied abroad there in 2001. The PDF doesn't show much proof of US conspiracy in the secession of the eastern states, but gets the point across that Goldberg, the former ambassador, has a little too much knowledge of how to split up states for coincidence. He played a lead role in the breakup of Serbia/Montenegro and Kosovo.
here's a decent commentary in Alternet from some Venezuelan gov't PR hack
Bolivia is seriously threatened with secession of the eastern states. They are the ones rich in oil reserves. They oppose Evo Morales, the first indigenous leader of the country's history, who wishes to spread the oil wealth to some of the indios, the indigenous inhabitants of the western states.
My friend Numayr sent me a PDF of propaganda from Bolivian politicos aligned with Evo Morales, the coca-leaf-grower turned president. Incidentally, Morales spoke to our class when I studied abroad there in 2001. The PDF doesn't show much proof of US conspiracy in the secession of the eastern states, but gets the point across that Goldberg, the former ambassador, has a little too much knowledge of how to split up states for coincidence. He played a lead role in the breakup of Serbia/Montenegro and Kosovo.
here's a decent commentary in Alternet from some Venezuelan gov't PR hack
Friday, September 12, 2008
mightymorphin night ranger
Friday night is geek night at the Presidio Inn. Check out our latest creation.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
playing conductor
School is cool, not too hard. at least not yet.
I went to the SF symphony with Dort, to the community "All Concert" for senior groups. Michael Tilson Thomas (MTT) picked out a somewhat experimental program, in keeping with the philosophy of the city, he said. We explore "new ideas and languages" through listening to music, the conductor said. The program began with Lontano for Large Orchestra by György Ligeti, which Dort correctly identified as movie background music. "Sinister," she called it. Ligeti's music has appeared in Kubrick films like The Shining and 2001, according to the program. I liked it.
Before the cacophonous piece started, MTT hummed a lick he said we'd hear in the piece. He has a good voice. Who knew. I never heard the melody, though.
I wonder if Metallica will ever play with the SF symphony again. Somehow I doubt it.
The next piece was more conventional, a bit jazzy. It was Concerto in D minor for Two Pianos and Orchestra by an "urbane, insouciant" Parisian, Francis Poulenc. Sisters Katia and Marielle Labéque played grand pianos across from each other. One was more showy than the other. I tried to imagine which I would be. I'm a gemini, though, so I get to be both.
The second half of the show was just one raucous Prokofieff opus, Symphony No. 5 in B-flat major, Opus 100. It was all brass and drums, with some clutch reed and flute loops. If you doubt its badass-ittude, just know that it won the Stalin Prize in 1946. When it debuted the year before, gunshots of celebration could be heard as Prokofiev raised his baton to start the performance; Soviet forces had just crossed the Vistula River en route to victory over Germany.
No encore needed.
I went to the SF symphony with Dort, to the community "All Concert" for senior groups. Michael Tilson Thomas (MTT) picked out a somewhat experimental program, in keeping with the philosophy of the city, he said. We explore "new ideas and languages" through listening to music, the conductor said. The program began with Lontano for Large Orchestra by György Ligeti, which Dort correctly identified as movie background music. "Sinister," she called it. Ligeti's music has appeared in Kubrick films like The Shining and 2001, according to the program. I liked it.
Before the cacophonous piece started, MTT hummed a lick he said we'd hear in the piece. He has a good voice. Who knew. I never heard the melody, though.
I wonder if Metallica will ever play with the SF symphony again. Somehow I doubt it.
The next piece was more conventional, a bit jazzy. It was Concerto in D minor for Two Pianos and Orchestra by an "urbane, insouciant" Parisian, Francis Poulenc. Sisters Katia and Marielle Labéque played grand pianos across from each other. One was more showy than the other. I tried to imagine which I would be. I'm a gemini, though, so I get to be both.The second half of the show was just one raucous Prokofieff opus, Symphony No. 5 in B-flat major, Opus 100. It was all brass and drums, with some clutch reed and flute loops. If you doubt its badass-ittude, just know that it won the Stalin Prize in 1946. When it debuted the year before, gunshots of celebration could be heard as Prokofiev raised his baton to start the performance; Soviet forces had just crossed the Vistula River en route to victory over Germany.
No encore needed.
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