Hebdomadaire

Oh what in the hell

Galen — Mon, 03 May 2010 05:32:51 +0000

I was really going to drop this “project” along with several others, but so far I have been unable to follow through with dropping everything. So just to get it on here and see if sharing something has adverse side effects — in previous experiences, putting a song on here was followed within just a few days by the removal of the mp3 file being shared due to the web site owner having been harassed and threatened by alleged legal representatives promising action if the intellectual property rights of the copyright holders were not immediately and fully respected and enforced. In short, I don’t want to get someone else into any trouble just because I happen to know how to find my favorite old records on the internet, so I can play them here instead of digging them out of the storage unit and actually playing them.

It’s not my fault people are so greedy that they think they have to make money on every little thing they ever thought up as “pretty” or “mystical” or “awesome” and figured out a way to sell it so they should have their personal cash-cow protected now.

What a lot of cow poop that is. You should be grateful you found a way to make money at all that doesn’t involve working for some unreasonable boss. Having a REAL job is always harder, and that is WHY they pay you. If you actually LOVE something that much, you should be willing to do it for little or NO MONEY at all, since you love it. You should earn only when it takes effort that you do NOT want to GIVE. That is the reason, supposedly, that every boss thinks you should be eternally grateful that you got hired at all. You’d die, otherwise.

So what’s wrong with death, anyway? Does anyone actually know? If so, please inform!

The road is hard, but the parade is soft…
–g ♥

Filed under: Love, Music, Speaking Out, Spirituality

Newer Ear Ewer

Galen — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 08:22:01 +0000

Or,
My head is a spare for something that should not be there.

This fairly recent album fairly flows like the ones I can fairly well remember (and share here) from decades earlier. So many wonderful things have passed on into the past. It hardly seems fair, but it is the only way to make way for the future, which keeps coming at us like a freight train.

Filed under: Generation, Love, Music, Nostalgia

Only Love Dies

Galen — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 11:45:05 +0000

The old concepts may have amounted to merely idealistic nonsense after all, or perhaps they were pearls of wisdom, truth overlooked mainly by scoffers. Whatever they were, at gatherings in the past we would often listen to the whole side of an album, if not both sides, in those ancient legendary days of vinyl engravings. When hissing and popping were average normal parts of the overall experience, the fact that we had any good music at all was what mattered, and not whether or not it was perfect and flawless, or as good as — maybe even better than — the real thing (live music is best). Just having it was enough. Oddly, even if it was enough, we still wanted more.

Everybody wants more, even when there is no more.

For some indefinite period I intend to post more of these virtual facsimiles of those vinyl loving days, and before long it will surely be something other than Moody Blues and come from some other location besides just this one ‘recorded light’ place I stumbled across, just the other day while looking for something else entirely. That is how it goes: I find what I should have been looking for while being directed toward some other intentional goal that gets temporarily forgotten. What was it this time? I forgot! If it was recorded heavy, perhaps it would not have flown away from memory. The bird flew. It was supposed to do.

On the Threshold of a Dream

Sector Alpha

Zone Omega

Perhaps it is like being past the threshold of any dread. That would be the best I might ever do, and I do not.

Filed under: Continuity, Love, Music, Musings, Nostalgia, Spirituality

EGBDF

Galen — Mon, 12 Apr 2010 18:15:53 +0000

This famous and well-known mnemonic is familar (or it should be) to anyone acquainted with conventional musical staff notation for the treble clef (treble, yet there is only one) as being the identifiers for the notes on the lines, where the spaces are similarly identified by FACE (as in, we forget your name but your face makes a lasting impression). Irrelevantly let it be noted that I have lost my childhood illusion now, and my decade-long nearly insufferable bout with fandom has ceased. It is not without significance that it happened on Fort Sumter Day (that would be today). With that having been or still being or yet to be said, This Concise Portion (TCP), Which Is Kindly Inserted (WIKI), Heading This Particlar Post (HTTP), now at long last is hereby concluded (forthwith). Other extraneous material follows, but not without that extra click to get to page two, so therefore it does not follow (non-sequitur).

The more part

This post probably seems pointless. Not to be unoriginal, but to quote Larry Wall, “that’s because it is,” at least it should be pointless unless somehow you have a way to know how pointlessness can have a purpose. In that case, it is spot ON.

Notwithstanding all that crapulent cryptological consternation, please (feel free to) enjoy the following Moody Blues album, presented in two sides (A and B) for your education (possibly a review if you’re over 40), titled Every Good Boy Deserves Favour.

Side One

Side Zwei

As an aside, note that (from paragraph #1) the quickly used — if not trite — expression “Famous And Well-Known” evaluates to “FAWK” so excuse me, since that’s just another fawk up there of mine, and presumably on purpose, isn’t it? Obviously, only behaviour this outrageous would properly conclude the questionable entertainment value portion of today as seen recently Among Several Creatures Of Real Existence (A SCORE).

(I’d walk out now before it’s too late, were I you.)

(game over)

Filed under: Generation, Love, Music, Musings, Wordplay

Song test

Galen — Sat, 03 Apr 2010 01:54:55 +0000

If it’s over, it’s over. As long as it stays that way, all is well. I should get over it being over.

Over.

Does it matter, if it is? Nope. Over means completely through.

Of course we must wait to see if it really is over, and not just playing dead.

I want to play dead, for real.
–g♥

Filed under: Music, Musings

The Case Of The Mysteriously Disappearing Widgets

Galen — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 11:06:22 +0000

Dunno how it happened, but they all got poofed. The widgets which determined the sidebar arrangements here got zeroed out somehow, and so far — without even trying to find a cause for it — we’ve gotten nowhere on understanding when or why it happened. Oh well, as we’ve often said before, that just means starting over one more time, apparently. So that called for a post, sort of like a toast, to the occasion, and this is it.

Cheers! It’s now 03:06 3/6/2010

Didn’t check the seconds (only the firsts).
–g♥

Filed under: Continuity, Friendship, Musings

Disorientated

Galen — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 18:16:09 +0000

It’s getting tougher to find any particular thing to pursue, to find any real lasting interest in learning or knowing or just plain doing, with whatever time is left in this corporal interval commonly labeled as ‘LIFE’ (as we know it). For instance, this blog once got more of my attention than it has lately, and was the first of several WordPress blogs I started within the past four years — some of which were independently hosted on providers other than the actual wordpress.com site like this one is — and those other instances have had no attention at all, not even the paltry activity seen here. This is the first and potentially only post for this month, but it’s early, only just halfway through the month, so who can be certain. Tomorrow never comes in the sense that there will be another tomorrow after the one we’re looking at now jumps upon us and replaces today with itself. Or something like that.

I posted this on my FaceBook wall just a short while ago with the simple parenthesized words of

(no comment)

So what’s the point in being beautiful anyway? It’s not like anyone really has a choice. But never mind about that anyway. It’s just a song that I happened across the other day (one of the old tomorrows, getting used up) and I wanted to play it on my blog and my wall. Wall blog. Wart-hog.

For more tunes, go to page two. They don’t let you have any page two on FB. I mostly wish I had not started using that ‘social networking’ site, but like so many activities involving other folks, once started it is difficult to simply cease doing it. Someone feels abandoned, and usually someone else (namely yours truly) feels he is indeed doing that abandoning thing. Well, we are going to abandon page one now.

Nowadays I spend very little time at FaceBook, only just enough to barely pay attention. It had seemed like things would pick up, that I’d feel some sort of spark, after this Dell laptop finally arrived. It took them over THREE MONTHS to process my order. As a result, I essentially had to buy my own (overly expensive in which case) Christmas present. I should say, friggin’ Xmas gift. Only I don’t want to say that.

Here are a few more tunes that I also have run across recently. To put it in a nutshell, the two main things I spend any time on these days on the web are, in order of most time spent, believe it or not, are:

NeoPets (and my character Beakman69)
Finding mp3 files of songs (mostly older ones) almost without limit

Mostly likely more players with more tunes will be added over the next few days/weeks, even if no new real posts are forthcoming. I always liked that word, forthcoming, and the way it came forth, even when it happened to be first. Ha ha.

This would be the first player-list of however many (it is 1 of N):

(content subject to change without notice, but I’ll probably blab about it)
–g <3

01:23 2/17/2010 (first amendment)

We’ll get tired of this eventually, but for some reason or possibly unreason the urge to continue flickers even while fading into dim obscurity, as if having no purpose would be the only perfect one.

Nothing would explain it, in that case, and it does. Here are six more to go with those first five, making eleven so far (or twelve, including the Beautiful one at the head of this mysterious exhibition of habitual whatever-ness. eh-heh.

18:50 2/24/2010 minor adjustment to 2nd tune in 2nd player – 1st source offline
Another song player is anticipated, possibly to appear today, or one of the latter days.

00:30 2/25/2010
Meanwhile another malfunction has been noticed so another amendment replaces the 4th song in the first player of N players (not number zero, in other words) with its second source since the original went missing, or practically so!

Filed under: Beauty, FaceBook, Music, Musings