A Day in the Fatherland and the Mighty Lez Zeppelin

Lez Zeppelin

My buddy Eric and I are fans of Led Zeppelin. Thirty years ago, anytime their brilliantly flawed concert film The Song Remains The Same was screening at midnight, we’d be there. Didn’t matter how many times (hundreds? thousands?) we’d heard Kashmir or How Many More Times, at some point during an evening out, we’d have the Mighty Zeppelin cranked up high. Few have been the phone calls over a lifetime which haven’t had at least one mention of the band.

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Work, bitch.

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This day, upon opened up Facebook, I  found the following post:

 You know, I’d been getting pretty good at ignoring the pestilence of our society (I speak, of course, of celebrities and the needlessly and senselessly rich) but occasionally one of them does something so vulgar, so idiotic, and so toxic (hahahaha I made a funny) that I just can’t help but get pissed.

Britney Spears new single “Work Bitch” is possibly the most ignorant and dickish song I’ve ever heard. I include Paris Hilton’s discography, so understand my full meaning. Her lyrics harken back to rich right wing rhetoric during the “Occupy” days, of “It’s your fault you’re poor. Just go get a job, hippies.”

It blows my mind that artists so well grounded as One Republic and Rise Against fall under the same title as insane, moronic trash as Mrs. Spears. May she one day be gifted with the life experiences she needs to gain empathy for those she rails against.

TL;DR: Fuck you, britney spears.

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The Pharoah’s Breath

Feel his icy hands…across the shifting sands….

That’s the first line of a song called “The Pharoah’s Breath” and you’ve probably never heard of it…just as you probably didn’t know it was supposed to appear on an album by the same name. That as yet unreleased hard rock album (yes, I still call them albums) will, I’m sure, revolutionize music once it sees the light of day. It’s a concept album…the concept being how many ridiculous songs my buddy Eric and I could write about ancient Egypt. The album contains such songs as “That’s Kharis” (an ode to the old school Mummy movies) and “Pretty Little Hatshepsut”. There are a couple other non-Egypt related songs on the album. “Deep Creek Dick” was written about a cousin of Sasquatch whose shambling presence haunts western Maryland. And then there’s a classy little funk ditty called “Don’t Make Me Bitch Slap You”.
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Let The Music Be Your Master Part 1: The Miracle of the IPod

This is the first in a series of blogs I’ve decided to inflict on my readers (a big thanks to the both of you) about my questionable taste in music.

Yesterday on Facebook a friend of mine posted that she had a song she was listening to on her iPod (Little Queen by Heart). I too have this song on my iPod Shuffle. I have many songs on my iPod shuffle, including the complete album catalog of Led Zeppelin. I never imagined, twenty years ago when I bought my first computer, that I’d be able to fit a Led Zeppelin album, let alone their complete catalog with plenty of room to spare, on a device half the size of a pack of gum.
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At 45….

This is porn for me. The hell with oiled dwarves wrestling naked in a large vat of melted Hershey’s chocolate (not that I’m into that…ahem…or anything).

Seriously. Three of my favorite musicians. This will probably get a limited theater release, but I’ve got to find a way to see this in a theater..especially with Lindsey’s husband Patrick. This guy has consumed alot of Jack Daniels with me, staying up until two o’clock in the morning watching Jack White and Jimmy Page on video…

The best of all worlds would be getting my buddy Eric out also…my oldest friend and a true guitar affecionado…

Ya gotta love the title also…It Might Get Loud

The Journeys of NostraSeamus – 4/11/2009

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I covered 49 miles this week, for a total of 344.5 miles from Harpers Ferry. This week’s journey took me through Parkersburg, West Virginia, situated on the banks of the Ohio River. Parkersburg is named after Alexander Parker, who was granted land in the area for his service in the American Revolution. A couple miles from Parkersburg, on the Ohio River, is Blennerhassett Island State Park. The island, partially owned by Harman Blennerhassett, allegedly served as a staging area for Aaron Burr’s scheme to carve out an empire for himself by conquering part of the newly acquired Louisiana Purchase and Mexico. Burr, a Revolutionary War hero, U.S. Senator, New York assemblyman and Attorney General and the third Vice-President of the United States, was acquitted of charges of treason that arose from the scheme. Before going on trial for treason, Burr gained notoriety by killing Alexander Hamilton in a duel.
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The Second Most Interesting Woman In The World

Cupcake always jokes with me that if Joe Gibbs, NASCAR team owner and wearer of three Super Bowl rings bearing the “Redskins” name, becomes single, I don’t stand a chance. The pugs and red ware will be thrown into the back of the Maxima and I will be left to fend for myself.
I think I’ve found my Joe Gibbs. She’s been there all along, but it took a Jay Leno interview to open my eyes. Stylish, intelligent and possessing of a good sense of humor, she rose from the segregated South of the Sixties to become one of the most powerful people in Washington. She’s played piano for the Queen of England. They wanted to name a super tanker after her, but she modestly demurred. She was on the short list to become the NFL Commish. And, finally, the icing on the cake:

Winter Wonderland

There are definite disadvantages to daily walking as exercise in the middle of the winter. The cold, which freezes what little blood gets to body parts such as earlobes and toes comes readily to mind. The cold’s nipple-shredding partner in crime, the wind, makes walking in the early morning barely tolerable. No, I do not walk around Harpers Ferry bare-chested. The wind, however, always seems to find a way in.

 

            Today was one of those days when walking in the winter was a joy. Overnight a light snow fell, coating the ground and dusting the trees with about a half inch of the white stuff. I probably walked a little slower today to savor the experience.

 

            The iPod added to the mood by picking out a mostly very mellow selection of songs. I’ll call the play-list Tribute To Michael Phelps. A bong hit or two before the walk would’ve made this morning truly transcendent:

 

Name

Artist

Stutter

Elastica

Junior’s Farm

Paul McCartney & Wings

Rock ‘n Roll Woman

Buffalo Springfield

California Dreamin’

The Mamas & The Papas

Nookie

Limp Bizkit

Walk On the Ocean

Toad the Wet Sprocket

Can’t Find My Way Home

Blind Faith

Girl, You Have No Faith In Medicine

The White Stripes

Only a Broken Heart

Tom Petty

Enter Sandman

Metallica

Feeling That Way

Journey

The Air Near My Fingers

The White Stripes

I Want You to Want Me (Live)

Cheap Trick

There’s No Home For You Here

The White Stripes

Live Forever

Oasis

All the Young Dudes

Mott the Hoople

Jealous Guy (2000 Remaster)

John Lennon

Karma Police

Radiohead

Born to Run

Bruce Springsteen

Everything’s Ruined

Faith No More

More Human Than Human

White Zombie

Venus In Furs (Stereo Mix)

The Velvet Underground & Nico

Wah-Wah

George Harrison

A Quick One While He’s Away

The Who

Assassin

Muse

Do It Again

Steely Dan