Share a song that got you through a difficult time.
Ah, limerance.
Stellar, by Incubus, was a favorite song for several years, that I used to sing loudly, awfully, while cleaning my house and wearing big, over-the-ear headphones jacked into a portable CD player (or my pocket PC with the flash card).
This song was less about getting me through trouble as much as it was referencing the trouble. I have admitted having trouble, pieces to different people at different times, but never precisely what trouble.
I'm a terrible bowler. Out of three games, I scored just above 70 in each the first two games. Lots of gutterballs. Like ridiculous. But then in the third game, things settled down and technique improved enough that I got strikes in four frames and finished with a score of 156.
I haven't bowled in at least two years, maybe longer.
But, bowling makes me think of my favorite movie: The Big Lebowski. There are dozens of tracks in the movie but one of my favorite scenes includes the song Oye Como Va, by Santana.
Tito Puente's version of the song is also awesome!
This dates from my days working for a former retail chain called Spec’s Music and Movies in the 1990s. It was a family-owned chain, based in Miami, Florida, USA. I worked in a regionally successful location on NW 13th Street in Gainesville, Florida. The manager of the store was fond of playing the Happy Monday’s album Pills ‘n’ Thrills and Bellyaches in store when it was au current. We got new promotional cassettes and CDs from the record labels weekly, and some would last on the play stack for a while.
The first song on the album, Kinky Afro has been stuck in ear-worm mode in my brain for the last several days.
Another song from the same album that I liked more at the time was Step On, but Kinky Afro hits better today and that’s my CrucialTrack.
I have some import vinyl that man gave me before he took his own life. So I have been thinking about him a little bit, too.
I realize I’m of a demographic, one that still regularly watches prime-time programming, but it really is cringe to see commercial after commercial for new medications with really alarming side-effects.
Share a song that changed your perspective on music.
I never saw them with Jerry Garcia. I did see "The Dead" play at an outdoor concert in a very uptight community that put a significant damper on fan activities. I have also seen Rat Dog play at First Avenue.
My first exposure to the music of The Grateful Dead was via a group called Dark Star Orchestra. They're a tribute band that picks a known set list from one of the Grateful Dead's shows, and they play it straight through. They probably play less loosely than the real band themselves might have played, if you can imagine.
Up to a certain point in my life, I had been a tee-totaler. I had only recently begun to drink beer at social events. My spouse at the time was not at all convinced this was a good idea.
So.
I was invited by an excellent friend to a place called Harmony Park, in Southern Minnesota. Dark Star Orchestra was headlining a night at the venue, which is also a camp ground. I met my friend's family and some others there for an overnight event.
I went by myself, armed with a sleeping bag and a very small tent I borrowed from another friend. I probably brought along some Guiness.
I was encouraged to do it the right way. This was the music of The 'Dead, after all. It was really interesting to watch other campers around the park in the hour before Dark Star Orchestra took the stage. Costumes changed. Treats were distributed. Lights were hung from poles and from the trees.
I, too, had some tea and a hit from the bat.
As the evening wore on, perhaps an hour into the show, I was asked about how I was feeling. There was a lot of discussion about what I should notice. As a complete neophyte, I could only shrug and shake my head. I didn't think I felt different. I was given some additional pieces and folks were going to check in on me later.
It wasn't long after that that I began to notice that it felt really good to look at the stage lights as they moved across the crowd. I also noticed how all of the notes of music fit together into this great cosmic scheme.
Later, I became terrified I was broken. There was no way I should be feeling this good and that certainly there was no way back from the sky. I began to mourn for my life as it had been.
After the show I walked around and around the grounds. I watched the fire spinners and listened to the drum circles. I was transfixed by the gently pulsing lights some more experienced campers had hung at their camp sites. I listened to the laughter of campers and the music they had playing. I couldn't believe smoke from a camp fire could smell so good. I didn't know that pine forests could small so amazing. I didn't know there were kaleidoscopes behind my eyelids.
And I started to understand popular music and how and why it sounds the way it does just a little bit more.
I love Eyes of the World by The Grateful Dead. I've heard several live versions from the Dick's Picks collections I've picked up since then. I'm partial to one version that's about 15 minutes long. No one would ever call me a Dead Head, but I have knowledge from an experience that resonates to this day.
As an HTML hobbyist, it is excruciating to constantly come up against the difference between what I think I know and what I actually know. This is how I learn best, but it is so humbling. I thought I understood including in-line SVG images. I’m progressing.
Hopefully I don't stay stuck in 80s references! I got to see Psychedelic Furs live once at the University of Florida Bandshell, back in the early 1990s. My first exposure to them was on a local radio show in the Minneapolis radio market circa 1982, and I borrowed the Mirror Moves vinyl from an acquaintance and taped it. My favorite song of theirs is still probably High Wire Days, which is another track that energizes me when I hear it.
I was diagnosed with ADHD back in the late 1900s, and recently I’ve learned enough to strongly suspect a second diagnosis. This knowledge does a lot to explain myself to myself, what I do and why. But let me tell you the gravity of the consequences does not stop revealing itself to me.
I wouldn’t say I’m never satisfied. But I would say that satisfaction with anything I work on is temporary. Today I’m thinking about the design of my vanity one-page website. I’m thinking about the link to it from Micro.blog, and I’m also thinking about a major CSS overhaul of my Micro.blog itself.
I stopped using my real name at restaurants. I have been using “Silver” because my beard is mostly grey. I figure that would help people wondering who was whom. But if I tell people “Silver”, what I see on the receipt is “Siler” and “Sliver”. So, problem not solved.
TIL that adding an RSS source to Micro.blog does require separate settings for replication, and therefore does allow distinct replication options. Micro.blog does not assume you want each source handled identically, even if that is your own intent.
Also?
Micro.blog does not know that a service you wish to replicate to will require an application specific password.
Micro.blog does not know you my need an “@” symbol in front of your username.
Some things just do not work in Safari on iPadOS. Some things just do not work in Safari on MacOS. I do try to stay Apple-native on Apple devices, though I do wish Apple allowed alternate web tech on iOS. But sometimes, I just switch to Firefox to get me over some bumps in the road.
What was your favorite song in high school? Why did it resonate?
There are way too many songs from this period of my life to pick just one. As a result of this prompt, my brain decided to latch onto Simple Minds’ song Don’t You (Forget About Me). The song was written for the movie The Breakfast Club, which was released in February of 1985, when I would have been a Junior in high school. I was working part-time and for the first time in my life I was feeling connected with my same age peers and feeling seen in my culture. Still today I don’t mind hearing this song even though it was everywhere and relentless on the radio at the time.
I have a playlist called "Amphetamine" I constructed to help me chase the dragon at a point in my life when I was running on treadmills in the morning before work. One of my favorite tracks on it (and one of the few songs that I can stand to play on repeat) is a remix of Reload by Rob Zombie.
Trying to think of my first musical memory. I'm not sure if this is it, but Get Together by The Youngbloods stands out. I was born in 1968. My uncle was serving a tour of duty as a Marine in Vietnam. This song made me think of him when I was a child. And boy does it feel appropriate today.
Apparently, the mechanics of Animal Crossing New Horizons will allow multiple purchases of a legitimate artwork. So now I have two gotchas when shopping and I need to keep an inventory. Yes, I deeply enjoy ACNH.
That feeling when you pre-order the next book in the series you just finished and the projected availability is not for 10 more months. This is better than not knowing if there is a next book in process, but also anticlimactic. Checks watch: Yep. Still 10 months.
Feeling super snarky at work today. I’m aware that I’m feeling snarky and for the most part it doesn’t get out—but I’m not in the clear. I will apologize to one person as one of those after-the-fact realizations that I could have said the same thing without saying the same thing.
Can I just say I was filled with rage today when I was asked to assist a person with a technical issue, and the first time they suggested was 12PM-1PM? I honestly understand that folks are busy with meetings throughout the work day, but lunch is not a free space. No.