Am deaf or mad or just plain dumb. Still, I play shit pinball.

You know, on this War of the Worlds CD I was sure they were saying 'overloooord'. Turns out it's the Martians saying 'Ulla!'

I must be going deaf or something. I thought the Thunder Child was some cool chick too, not some ship, but that's easier to explain- it's not necessarily clear in the audio that Ironclad is capitalised, meaning that it's a sort of ship, rather than something that is ironclad. Or I'm just fucking stupid, I don't know.

Still, it's not quite as bad as my childhood notion that the Wham! song was 'Wake me up before you cocoa' and that he was asking his girl (yeah right) friend to make him some hot chocolate before she went wherever she was going.

Am deaf or mad or just plain dumb. Still, I play shit pinball.

You know, on this War of the Worlds CD I was sure they were saying 'overloooord'. Turns out it's the Martians saying 'Ulla!'

I must be going deaf or something. I thought the Thunder Child was some cool chick too, not some ship, but that's easier to explain- it's not necessarily clear in the audio that Ironclad is capitalised, meaning that it's a sort of ship, rather than something that is ironclad. Or I'm just fucking stupid, I don't know.

Still, it's not quite as bad as my childhood notion that the Wham! song was 'Wake me up before you cocoa' and that he was asking his girl (yeah right) friend to make him some hot chocolate before she went wherever she was going.

The Beatles Live at the BBC

Am listening to The Beatles Live at the BBC for the first time in yonks, as we say in Britain.

I am reminded that fancy vocoders and computer wizardry is not required for good music. Music that stirs your blood can be made on two guitars, a bass and a set of drums and nothing more. Music that lifts your heart can be recorded in a shack somewhere. Music that blows apart brick buildings does not require anything but passion and a modicum of talent.

You don't need machines to get people in harmony, just fucking practice and hard work.

I love Sgt. Pepper, I really do, it might even be art. But it doesn't make my soul sing out like those Beatle people playing real 'old skool' rock and roll does. Some of it might be covers, but so the fuck what- cover version does not always equal shite version, but we've become so poisoned by what passes for covers nowadays.

Rock and roll, real, honest to God rock and roll can do all those things and scare the Establishment shitless. A bargain, if you ask me.

I'm going to go back to my articles now.

PS. My journal title, Whistling Clarabella is a reference to the Live at the BBC set.

John Lennon: Dig this, for here's Paul, whistling Clarabella.

:D

The Beatles Live at the BBC

Am listening to The Beatles Live at the BBC for the first time in yonks, as we say in Britain.

I am reminded that fancy vocoders and computer wizardry is not required for good music. Music that stirs your blood can be made on two guitars, a bass and a set of drums and nothing more. Music that lifts your heart can be recorded in a shack somewhere. Music that blows apart brick buildings does not require anything but passion and a modicum of talent.

You don't need machines to get people in harmony, just fucking practice and hard work.

I love Sgt. Pepper, I really do, it might even be art. But it doesn't make my soul sing out like those Beatle people playing real 'old skool' rock and roll does. Some of it might be covers, but so the fuck what- cover version does not always equal shite version, but we've become so poisoned by what passes for covers nowadays.

Rock and roll, real, honest to God rock and roll can do all those things and scare the Establishment shitless. A bargain, if you ask me.

I'm going to go back to my articles now.

PS. My journal title, Whistling Clarabella is a reference to the Live at the BBC set.

John Lennon: Dig this, for here's Paul, whistling Clarabella.

:D

IMPORTANT QUESTION

IMPORTANT QUESTION NOT REMOTELY RELATED TO MY WORK RIGHT NOW WHICH I'M MEANT TO BE DOING.

I just noticed in the mirror that my roots have grown out to the point where my hair is almost 1/4 brown again. Because I'm really not up on beauty and stuff, I don't notice these things until it's really obvious.

Basically, I want you to look at me.
Then at him and him and while we're at it, him

Tell me (bearing in mind that I once walked into a hair place and asked for Bowie-as-Thin-White-Duke hair) if I am insane and should never ever ever ask for Morrison hair.

IMPORTANT QUESTION

IMPORTANT QUESTION NOT REMOTELY RELATED TO MY WORK RIGHT NOW WHICH I'M MEANT TO BE DOING.

I just noticed in the mirror that my roots have grown out to the point where my hair is almost 1/4 brown again. Because I'm really not up on beauty and stuff, I don't notice these things until it's really obvious.

Basically, I want you to look at me.
Then at him and him and while we're at it, him

Tell me (bearing in mind that I once walked into a hair place and asked for Bowie-as-Thin-White-Duke hair) if I am insane and should never ever ever ask for Morrison hair.