Love some Bar-B-Q

It is so exciting when something that you have wanted for so long comes your way, which is what happened yesterday with me and Preston Love’s Omaha Bar-B-Q.

#PerthFest Out Of Context: For Pina

Straight up, this was the simply the best piece of dance theatre that I have ever seen.

Can we still play this song past the year 2000?

  Of course we can!

It happened the other night when my fiancée came back from the library to tell me that a book on the history of Island Records was on the new books display (she has since gone and got the book out for me – thank you!).

Sincerely L.Cohen. PS. Wish You Were Here

I’ve got lots of tales of how I discovered this singer or that band and todays Song for a Friday is one such tale.

Keeping the diamond in mind

It was yesterday that I heard the news of the passing of Solomon Burke. Everyone has to start out with hearing about an artist somewhere and for me, I started out with Solomon’s comeback album from 2002, Don’t Give Up On Me. I loved it so much that I went out and bought a copy for everyone I knew. Actually, I couldn’t afford to do that, though I wanted to, and I did buy a copy for my partner and told her and anyone else that would listen that this album was my album of the year. Not many people did listen to me when I said it, but my partner did, so thank you. Mojo Magazine came to the same conclusion that year also; about the album of the year that is, but if they knew my partner they might agree with me about her also. She is wonderful. So much so, that when I went home and told her the news about the passing of Solomon she could understood who and what I was talking about, which is a rare thing when I talk about my musical taste with her. It was she who suggested that I should blog a little something about Solomon’s passing, so here ’tis.

New Band, New Album

Or should that be New Bands, New Albums?

Thanks goes to MStevo who pointed out that my created band name is awfully reminiscent of East 17. So on that note, let’s do another ‘create your own album’. In fact, let’s do a few…

If you care to comment, tell me which one you like best.

Heyyyy!

I loved Happy Days when I was a kid, and of course, the reason I loved the show was due to the Fonz. I can see that this book is aware of that and so even though it is nominally a Happy Days book, the size of the lettering for that is pretty small, compared to the real star of the show.

Glogster

Poster made at Glogster.

Had no luck embedding it here in my blog though.

Still, I’ve made the sequel already, complete with sound, so press the button.

Mathematics

I was talking about mathematics last night. It has never been my strong suit. I blame Mrs Reiden. She might be out there reading this.

I can remember it well. It was year 2. Mrs Redien was our teacher. She was teaching us about numbers, real basic stuff, the early days; how some numbers are even and some are odd.

To discover the even numbers all we had to do was divide them and there would be some more even numbers.

So all we got counters, little round plastic discs and there were numbers on the board, and we had to count out the discs to what the number on the board was, then seperate the discs and did we get two equal piles? Then those piles were of an even number and the number we had started with was also an even number (Hopefully you followed that; damn complex stuff for a 7 year old and still complex today).

I was up to the number 14. I counted out 14 discs. I seperated the discs into two piles of 7. 7 was not an even number, because I had done 7 a few piles before. So if 7 was not an even number, then 14 could not be either because Mrs Reiden said the even numbers will divide into smaller even numbers. Yet the two piles from 14 were of an equal size, they were both 7, but 7 was odd, so how could two odd numbers be making an even number when Mrs Reiden had explained even will divide into even and odd into odd?

So I went up to Mrs Reiden, very confused, a bit worried, rather concerned, carrying 14 discs, 7 in each little hand, my answers on a piece of paper with a margin ruled on the left hand side done courtesy of a wooden 30cm ruler and a marathon session of margin ruling done in the early days of the term where we went through all our exercise books and did margins in red pen on every page; anyway I’m digressing onto how I got my aversion to margins. Back to the mathematics.

“Mrs Reiden, what is going on? You said the even numbers will divide into smaller even numbers but 14 divides into 7 which is an odd number.”

“Oh”, says she, not moving from her desk, “I must have made a mistake. Some even numbers divide into odd numbers.”

Upon that pronouncement my interest in mathematics just waned.

Random Thought

If it was upto me upto would be a word.