I had to laugh this morning at the lunacy of being on the human treadmill. Get up and execute the same routine day after day. I did have the thought what if I didn’t wake up this morning which made me realise that my big assumption is that I will wake up in the morning.
“Only poets and thieves can exercise free will, and most of them die young. For the rest of us, it’s back to the job. Long hours, plenty of bullshit, steady pay – then die and make room for somebody else. What else can I say?”
“Send lawyers, guns and money the revolution has begun.”
– Half Warren Zevon; half me
“Once the game is over, the King and the pawn go back in the same box.”
– Italian Proverb
I have to fight the werewolf in me tonight. There is no time for prowling the streets, half-drunk, with a bellyful of madness.
America’s Perfect Teen, Anyzha Panesar, is indeed British, Welsh to be specific. We can’t even win our own contests anymore. How the might have fallen?!
(unconditional love is beautiful and rare)
The Wind Cries Mary
(Absolutely beautiful song)
The anniversary of Jimi Hendrix’s death is coming up next Saturday (18 September), which I guess accounts for the recent surge of Jimi Hendrix articles in the music press.
Brad Schreiber’ On Becoming Jimi Hendrix has hit the shelves. I have not read a Hendrix biography to date, but David Dean’s article in ShortList has inspired me to explore the Hendrix body of knowledge. I’ll see if I can order Schreiber’s book in the next day or two.
Music wise I only have two Hendrix CD’s. My favorite Hendrix tunes can be found on the Smash Hits CD. My favorite tracks include: The Wind Cries Mary (with it’s haunting images of loneliness), Hey Joe (the dangers of messing with another man’s woman), All Along the Watchtower (whenever I listen to it I imagine it being a conversation between God and Satan), Manic Depression (haunts me with the line ‘I know what I want/but i just don’t know how to go about getting it), and Red House (which I spent the summer of ‘96 singing with a German rock band called Frank the Tank Meets Speedball).
Here’s the thing about the Hendrix story that has me transfixed. He dared to be an individual, a free-thinker who refused to accept someone else’s story as his own. The other attraction, which is mildly dark, is Hendrix’s death. He died at 28, locking himself in time as a legendary Sixties icon who will forever embody what the sixties purported to be about – sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Perhaps proving that it is indeed better to burn out than to fade away.
Dazed and Confused, Led Zeppelin
For you workout bunnies with an iPhone this a great app for circuit trainning. You set the work period and the rest period, pick your play list and go. A high speed, low drag MR Motivator counts you in and out of each set. I love it when he says: “Crank it! In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, go…”
“If I’m free, it’s because I’m always running.”
– Jimi Hendrix
I hate days that pass so fast that you can’t remember what happened. I can remember waking up, catching a train to London, blinking and waking up on a train again headed north. Oh I do remember sitting next to a random blond discussing the merits of always carrying an umbrella with you if you live in England. It seems her boyfriend told her she didn’t need to carry an umbrella today. Up to 13:30 he was right, she didn’t need an umbrella. Then God opened up the heavens and poured out his bath water and her I sat and watched the people scramble to get out of the rain. Stimulating conversation I know. That over I returned to eating my ham and cheese sandwich and reading about a guy with a fascination for serial killers.
Would you rather a life of difficult freedom or comfortable slavery? What I mean by comfortable freedom is that you are free to do what you want, but you know that you are slave (with a benevolent master). And by difficult freedom I mean life is hard but you are totally free. Put another way, would you rather be plugged or unplugged (to borrow a phrase from The Matrix)?
“Life is rarely about what happened; it’s mostly about what we THINK happened.”
“It is wrong always, everywhere, and for anyone, to believe anything upon insufficient evidence. (I guess he forgot to include even this sentence)”
– William Kingdon Clifford
“To whom it may concern: don’t panic. It’s not as bad as it seems, but if you think it’s bad, it’s worse than it actually is.”
I thought freaks only came out at night. There’s one confusing dawn with dusk wandering the streets of Leamington with a paper bag (with eye and nose holes) over his head. Maybe he just lost track of time. Or is it national-bag-over-the-head-and-wander-around day?