Sunday, June 17, 2012
The title isn't to be taken seriously, it's a line from "The Cardinal and I", from the new, self-titled echolyn album. And though I claim Rush to be my favorite band, and their new disc is pretty sweet, this one takes the cake and the cookies, and the crumbs, too.
a snippet of the song can be found here:
Obviously, I'm pretty music oriented, though what I'm listening to isn't often heard on any terrestrial radio station. It's the bane of being a progressive rock and metal fan, I suppose. But that music-ness also makes me look at some of you folks, specifically your user names, in certain ways.
Like Seasons_Change, depending on the mood, I'm either thinking the obvious, Expose's song of that name, or if in a heavier (metal mood), I go with Dream Theater's A Change of Seasons.
Dream Theater: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgKHimdfNrY
Adventure Seeker, I see that name, and Queen's "I want it all" rushes to mind
Forbande makes me want to curse in Danish, but only because I'm under the impression that's what it means in that language! I swear...I mean, I promise! Musically, though, I think sarabande, and that sets me off to the baroque era, think Bach's cello suites. Though I used to play the violin when I was younger, sadly, I identify those pieces with the style only because I recall them as having sarabande sections, not because I'd recognize one if it bit me in the ass. Wish I recalled any of the music theory I picked up as a teenager.
Blue42Down reminds me of a crappy Christian metalcore band named Hasten the Day, who had a song called blue 42. Looking it up on youtube, apparently the band's name was Haste the Day, and the song itself isn't as bad as I recall the band being in general.
And then there's giantmicrobe, whose name doesn't lend itself to anything directly in my head, but somehow manages to put me in mind of Johnny Sokko's Flying Robot, probably because of her mega workouts making me think she's a robot sometimes, and the fact that the japanese name of the show translates to Giant Robot.
Anyway, Buckethead, yeah, this guy is rather ridiculous, wears a Michael Myers (Halloween) mask on stage under an upside down bucket (which was once a KFC bucket, but he might have been sued) on his head, as you can see in this clip. Guy has some freaky long spider fingers, and he does some crazy things with a gee-tar.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Maybe it's a function of getting old, but I usually manage to hurt my leg(s) once or twice a summer, playing ultimate and/or softball. One of the recurring issues is a calf pull, usually occurring towards the middle of the summer league ultimate season, and then hampering the rest of the season as I keep trying to play before it's really rested.
This time, third game, the second point I was out there for, aaaaaand TIMEOUT...INJURY TIMEOUT. Initially, a worse pull than usual, or so it felt. Instead of stretching it and trying to play another point at some point later in the game, I took my cleats off 5 minutes later.
In a way, I'm glad we got thrashed last night, as my presence or absence wouldn't have made a difference. Ok, maybe this team would have done better than repeating the 13-1 final score that the same team beat them by last summer. After all, the one point I played, we scored. In fact, we had a 1-0 lead, before we forgot to score at any point in the rest of the game. Kind of similar to the last game, where we were ahead 5-3 before the other team rattled off the last 10 points in the contest.
But now, I get to sit on the sideline and cheer my new friends on. And yes, friends I think they shall be. After all, one of them brought me the second season of The West
Wing on DVD after having met me all of twice. How can you not love such people? (I have the first season, and had to leave off watching right when they tried to shoot Bartlett!)
It hurts right now, and it's going to hurt in the morning. Might have to come up with some alternate ways of working up a sweat the next few days, since 2 minutes of running around didn't really do the job. Unless the job was really really pissing me off at my own body's lack of loyalty to the "Try not to hurt yourself this summer" pledge. Then again, I may have forgotten to formally introduce that to the congress between my mind and body. Suppose the body can't be held liable for something that wasn't signed.
Oh well, can I sue my leg?
(and if you're curious, I seem to have pulled the lower part of the calf, gastrocnemius, if I had to guess at its spelling. Either that or the tendons connecting that to whatever lies beneath. How far up the leg does the achilles tendon go, anyway? As indicated, it's something I've done before, and not something any amount of stretching can reliably combat, which is really freaking annoying).
Sunday, June 10, 2012
With lazy being the operational word. Sports heavy, what with a couple of Euro 2012 games, the Tigers game being the free mlb.tv game of the day, and Stanley Cup game 5 and nba ECF game 7 flittering across my TV and computer all day. As might be gleaned, I didn't quite make it to do anything active today. I'll make up for it a bit tomorrow, planning on hitting Reynolds Park for some ultimate in the afternoon. But in the morning, a trip out to the north side Farmers' Market to get some breakfast - the food pantry I volunteer at is putting on a fundraising breakfast. I tried to get a few friends to join me, but it seems like I'm only going to be able to take one person along. Another couple seemed likely to go, until we met for dinner on Friday night, where they pretty much didn't seem at all interested.
Probably didn't help that another breakfast event was taking place this weekend, the annual Dane County Farm Breakfast, hosted by a working farm in Mount Horeb, a few miles south of Madison. I was asked which event I'd rather go to, the farm breakfast or the one that I'd mentioned. I was good, didn't say anything sarcastic like, "Given that I've only been talking about this other event for the past week..." or anything along those lines, but I'll admit to being annoyed. Almost feel like expressing the annoyance, but it's not likely to do any good, so...
Have half a mind to go to the local semi pro soccer team's game tomorrow, which I found out about last weekend from some of the kids I played soccer with that day. Intended to check them out years ago, but never have made it to a game.
In other exciting news, new Rush album out this week, "Clockwork Angels". And next week, new echolyn album...the name of which I'm not exactly sure of. But I'm almost more excited for that disc, even though I claim Rush to be my co-favorite band. Go figure.
Monday, June 04, 2012
I am, at best (worst?) a social drinker. Right now, I have a dozen beers in my fridge, and a new bottle of rum, but they were purchased with the idea that a few friends would come over on Saturday. A couple of friends did make it over, the first time in a while I've had company - my place is usually rather messy, and unfortunately, I'm not good at making that effort to bring it to a state I'm comfortable showing off. But I had to fix it up a bit, as I'm going to move, and the manager was bringing in people to show it off. So I took advantage and called folks over. The ones who didn't make it were detained by a sister in law and brother who are considering moving up to this area from Dekalb, IL.
I mention all that as setup for details about what was really a fantastic weekend. You see, on Friday, I wandered down to Illinois, and actually passed by Dekalb on the way to Aurora, IL, where the Two Brothers Brewery were throwing their 4th annual Hop Juice Festival. Now, Hop Juice is a double IPA, with a rather thick texture, almost syrupy, and though it tasted decent, I stuck to the obligatory, had to try it out cup. The reason I made the trek down there was to catch the Freddy Jones Band, one of my favorite bands from the 90s, a roots rock band (the Allman Brothers is a frequent comparison) that toured with the Dave Matthews Band multiple times in their heyday, but never quite made that leap to stardom.
The last time I caught their show, it was in 2006, just after they'd started playing shows together again after a hiatus, and it was just a fantastic show, totally elevated by the fact that it wasn't something I'd expected to ever be able to see again. This time around, that factor wasn't in play, as FJB have stayed together since then, and do a handful of shows every year. But it didn't really matter, those guys went on stage, and a permagrin appeared on my face. Just a fantastic, fantastic time, and I was so glad that I went, as I'd been debating on whether to make that drive down (~2 hours, due to construction, more like three on the way back because of a wreck on I-39). I figured I could always crash with one of my friends in Dekalb if worst came to worst.
Anyway, Saturday dawned eventually, I might not have risen until after 11 AM. The friends who did come over did so around three and we watched the Cheech Marin movie "Born in East LA", since my buddy Erik, a Mexican-American, actually was born in East LA, and we'd been talking about watching it for a while. After that, we wandered to the park across the street where the Festa Italia was taking place. Now I've lived in the area three years, and this was the first time I'd gone to this particular fest. I didn't grab anything to eat, though there were booths from some of the Italian places in town (though, oddly, none from the place that was right across the street!), as we had amorphous plans to catch up with those other folks at some point for food. That said, I definitely enjoyed the fest, especially because of the tent featuring photographs and articles of the Italian presence in Madison over the past century plus. Just fascinating stuff.
We did finally catch up with those other friends for dinner around 730, by which time I was rather starving, and ended up heading down to State Street thereafter, for a bit of drinking. Didn't get home until 2 AM, though I didn't drink much that night.
Wasn't really the case Sunday, though. I've mentioned previously that there's a regular frisbee pick up game at a place called Reynolds Park in Madison on Sundays, all year long. It's the group I joined for frisbee out on the frozen Lake Mendota back in February. There will usually be people there at noonish, although sometimes it's a slower starting game. I headed out there at around 1 today, and was among the first to arrive. More people trickled in, eventually, and there was a relatively steady game until about 4 PM, if you call a fluid game in which some points were 5 on 5, and some got up to the prescribed 7 v 7 for ultimate steady. Got good exercise in, took off my cleats and thought about heading home, but there was a keg out there, leftovers from some party for which far too much beer was purchased, so I filled my plastic bottle with suds. Mostly foam, as there was something amiss with the tap, but I had beer. And then someone set the cones back up for a game of Texas boot, another frisbee game played on a short field, with the twist that everyone had to have beer, and play one handed. My new friend Mike, he of the hyperextended elbow, who couldn't easily raise his dominant arm over his shoulder, was not successful in his demand there everyone play with their off hand.
So we did that for a while, until a couple people wandered off towards the soccer players down at one end of the field. So I joined them for a bit, and played 20-30 minutes of low key soccer. And in the meantime, someone ordered pizza and had it delivered out to the park (a couple of the people playing live in houses bordering the park), so that took care of food for the evening.
Got home at 8:30, a nice 7 and a half hours in the park. I logged 150 minutes of exercise on the day, and may well have been in motion for more. Will certainly be feeling it tomorrow, but I have to say, it was a great day, and a fitting end to an awesome weekend.
And now, to figure out who else I can invite over, while my apartment is clean, to help me drink all this excess beer, since, left to my own devices, they might not be disposed of anytime soon.
Freddy Jones Band - Take the Time
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Though politics can be a tricky subject on line, I think I can offer this thought safely - as someone who is usually a political junkie (reading multiple blogs from both sides daily, etc), I'm shocked at how very sick I am of all the advertising on television and radio in the gubernatorial recall election we have going on in Wisconsin. Doesn't really bode well for the 'ol sanity when the onslaught of advertising really gets going in advance of the general election.
If you're in Wisconsin, too, please do vote...unless you're voting for the other guy. In which case, ummm...
(if you've been paying attention, you probably who who I consider "the other guy", and if not. or you don't live in Wisconsin...never mind!)
As mentioned before, May hasn't been the kindest month, scale wise. It's coming to an end 5-7 pounds above where it began, and though I'm not worried about the weight gain, per se, what is sobering is how easily it returned. Yes, this was a event/celebration heavy month, but seeing that scale go up continually, rather than the gradual downward path it's been on these prior 7 month was pretty annoying. Here's to correcting the directionality.
Now playing: "Tell the world the new order's here!" (Testament - The New Order)
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