One of many many many photos I took at the Phoenix Blues Society’s Blues Blast Feb. 27 (and the Rhythm Room the night before). The rest are coming along.
This here is Big James of Big James & The Chicago Playboys on stage on the trombone. Photo is uncropped.
A nice link Miquelon.org – The Fighting French » About That “French Surrender” Thing .. brought to me by miquelon on Twitter.
There is an artist with my name, sort of. I have an extra name in there and surprising to many, who’ve never heard me I’m not a woman.
Ruth A. Temple Anderson – Fulton and Broadway with St. Paul’s Church – Artwork details at artnet.
Right now this is the best link on the planet.
I was able to format my SimpleTech 1 TB hard drive when nothing else I tried worked.
S.M.A.R.T
S.C.O.R.E
I took video with a Blackberry Storm, kneeling down in front of the stage with a mosh pit starting to form behind me for Scott Biram, who kicked off his tour last night at the Rhythm Room in Phoenix. The guy was just amazingly talented. The Dirt Daubers (also) are touring with them and they completely smoked the place, as well. And when Colonel JD Wilkes isn’t making faces and hitting the hiiiigh notes, (his wife) Jessica can sing her ass off something beautiful. The band who led off were great, as well, but I’m going to screw up their name so I’m not even going to try. It took about 40 minutes to send this via uberTwitter, but it didn’t crash out. It worked.
(Probably wait for the whole thing to load then press play would be best.) Pics to come, as well … at Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, an online gallery near you
When you update your Touch manually there’s all kinds of guessing you have to do. For instance, a window pops up and tells you if you continue with Sync of, say, Applications or music it will delete the files in your iPod. What it doesn’t tell you is whether if you hit OK on that window it starts deleting them right away.
So if you’re smart you don’t. Or if you’re really smart you’ve done it enough to know it won’t sync yet. So I copied music files to a borrowed back up external hard drive and I proceeded.
But then you try and sync Applications specifically and it doesn’t seem to work as it’s supposed to – again asking and warning you that some Apps will be deleted except perhaps the ones you’re trying to delete.
And somewhere in the middle of me doing all of that it suddenly went into backup mode and took a good 20 minutes to backup what I had. Which luckily by then was devoided of any and all music with the aid of a little free patch / program called ExPod.
I have no idea where these backup files are now. I have no current idea what my password is to change that setting. Throughout all this, of course, the thing I’m worried most about is Photos. If they disappear it’s going to be very very very painful. I took screenshots of some things for specific reasons and those are all in my iPod photo library.
And at one point when I thought I had the hang of syncing Apps it suddenly asked and warned that my photos were currently synced with a different library and all the ones on the iPod would be deleted. Seemingly out of nowhere for no reason it asked me that. I stopped trying there and so I may have to manually email or post more than 800 pictures so I know I won’t lose them.
A little screwed up Apple and I don’t say that very often.
The only silver lining in all this is that while the backup was taking its own sweet time my idle hands deleted spam on this very blog (This is not as yet time consuming as it can get) and remembered that I had to change an XML source in my blog settings so I could post to my blog from my free WordPress app.
I changed settings and now I’m posting from my iPod Touch. And even sweeter is that it looks like I’ll be able to set up a few local drafts even if I don’t have a connection.
Every now and then you feel the urge to purge. Followers that is. You want to be judicious so you set off on the path of no-bread crumbs. Though only 9 of the following (no pun intended) links work, these sites off of Dailybloggr.com are useful and I plan to go through them.
Yesterday I dove pretty deep into a wedge of blue cheese that was left on the wall of my cubicle (is there a more soul-sucking word in the lexicon of professional careerism. I hatessss it.) It was a big wedge. I touched it, it left stank on my hands. And I got distracted by my hate there but food at work us not unusual at all, but leaving cheese there is on the odd side. I’m still not completely sure who left the Point Reyes Farmstead blue cheese there but it was rich, creamy full of goodness. When I opened up the packaging and the foil it was in, a tiny bubble of liquid emerged from the network of blue and the surface of white and fat corpuscles. Oh yeah, I didn’t look at the “nutrition” label. Packed it with smoked turkey in a wrap and gobbled for dinner.
And I found out about Healthy Bitch Daily which promises to be a source of hilarity, with a side of education and damn usefulnesstarity. Also a good link to give to others, which I already did.
(Hey if they can block out ho on the radio but leave other words with more pregnant meaning I can star the I in bitch.)
I saw it live (ooh) as Lily Allen rejoined Twitter after a four-month haitus. Love her, we need new music. I’ll buy:
I remembered part of her goodbye on Sept. 28, 2009:
Courtesy of Rachel, I am a new fan of Poe, who writes, hilarious, deep, catchy, thoughtful songs.
That is all -
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Well I’m taking off on one of my squeeze-it-in short vacations. Palm Springs drive to meet with mom and stepdad, who are staying with friends, an older gay couple, I believe.
Storms raged through the Phoenix Metro area after two days of rain and everyone got all excited and all – aTwitter
Now it did get pretty windy, and gusts of rain pushed cars across the road a little. I went adrift a little coming home last night and felt the slip and the slide.
SO reviews, guesses, are mixed on how the weather will be on my drive over. Leaving in 50 minutes. A little worried about car holding up but I have had it tuned up recently, with brakes and pads replaced
….. MUSIC will be in the bucket seat!!!
Guess you could take love paranoia a number of ways. they’re not two words I put together often. Paranoia is all about worrying what might come to attack you, harass you, beat you, kill you.
Wait a minute …
Unless you’re really down on the idea of love and you don’t WANT to be loved, it can’t do those things.
Paranoia is about being afraid. Love is about facing down fears with renewed strength.
And I wouldn’t know either way because the album is in Japanese. But she has a good cold sincerity to her voice.
Sonics Gate is a film that tells the story of how Washington and Seattle government took a hard decision in the face of getting boldface lied to by the new owners of the Seattle Sonics.
Clay Bennett, an Oklahoma businessman, bought the Seattle Supersonics NBA basketball team in 2006 and he pretended to want to engage the city and state governments in a sincere effort to want to stay in Seattle. But he made it fairly clear through his demands that he wanted no such thing.
Subsequent statements revealed through good journalism made his intentions more than clear his intentions. Those statements revealed truth.
I’ll know more about Sonics Gate the film when I watch it. I found out about it through Twitter/SonicsGate a few months ago but have never watched it. The group, Seattle Supersonics Historical Preservation Society helped bring the documentary to life.
WATCH WATCH WATCH
Sonicsgate SD Full Version from sonicsgate on Vimeo.
At about 9:45 I heard a knock at my door on a Saturday. As we’d established on my Twitterline just a couple hours before I was up earlier, having fallen asleep in my chair from having not slept the night before. It’s a thing I do. I’m about as anxious as man with a brick and a scorpion at his feet. (Not very)
With “Treat Him Good” by the Love Me Nots ringing quietly in the background (I’d turned it down after I heard the knock) I looked through the glass seeing two men in black suits, with thin literature in their hands. I thought they were Mormons having completely forgotten about Jehovah’s Witnesses. My roommate had met them last time they came a few months ago and I’m sure talked to them with more Godly knowledge than I.
My relationship with religion goes as deep as my fascination with the people who believe and how they live.
I said I probably didn’t have much time to talk. The older guy, Larry, opened the gambit (is that an appropriate phrase here?) pointing to The Watchtower, page 4, saying he wondered why people abused alcohol. He pointed to the scripture there showing that indeed Jesus didn’t eschew alcohol having served it at a wedding. But he also pointed to the scripture about not getting drunk.
As he was talking about the benefits of wine (”to make us happy”) accorded to us by God (don’t want to push people to hard to stop drinking or anything), the phrase “and doctors say a glass of wine is beneficial, too” came to mind and reached my lips – but not my tongue.
Start with a place to create music, The Underdog Studios (their MySpace if you must, it just slows my computer down now)
Mix in a band, The Nadas, I keep on forgetting about who also happen to use the Internet well for livestreaming sessions. Which I’ve never watched. Can I take a few moments to say a band’s Web presence is something I never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever oh and ever think about. I find music I listen to it. Sure the occasional video, but just no. More of an observation of medium and how it really doesn’t have to all coagulate into one big mess all the time.
Multimedia is often just unnecessary sensory overload – a necessity to appeal to as many people as possible, who all respond better to the sound or the look or the visual aesthetics. Necessary for that but for music the sound, the straight skill and joyfulness of the sound, is most important.
Ok, really to be honest I didn’t go to sleep. I can do that often, don’t do it often.
But about the time 4 a.m. rolled around I started playing music that started out slow, reflective, wonderful, beautiful to know where I’m playing Ke$ha’s Blah Blah Blah and rocking out and rawkus and wonderful and (ok slightly less) beautiful but rocking smokey.
And I’m just about to consider buying Susan Boyle (yup) and Pearl Jam and OK Go’s new ones.
Music … Without dissonance it lets my thoughts dance and hookup; those thoughts that develop and are born in the quieter times.
“You’re looking like a tool, not a baller. you’re acting like a chick. Why bother? I can find someone way hotter with a bigger .. weeeell.” Kiss N’ Tell, Ke$ha
