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ok, so I should get speaker for the dead as well?

I bet Ollie won't be there

I need to select a bunch of audiobooks from Audible.com and I'm wondering if anyone has any suggestions. I've been lately enjoying the sci-fi books. I'm finishing Spin right now. I'm looking at something called Ender's Game. It seems to be quite popular. Has anyone read this or the series? How would you rate it?

fixed before I went to bed last night.

more details http://www.thestar.com/News/GTA/article/461034

it's looking wicked

http://www.cbc.ca/arts/story/2008/07/15/barenaked-charged.html would this affect them playing in the states, or are they rich and famous enough to not worry about that?

Ottawa Bluesfest Blueslog Stardate 071308 Live Music Review Review By: Velvet Robert Randolph courtesy of Tripper (bvt) on Flickr No log for yesterday as I was in Rochester getting my Phil. I heard it rained here though, so there ya go. The last day of Bluesfest for me was rife with scheduling snafus and perfect timing. I got there for what I thought was gonna be most of Canned Heat but they had changed slots and I went over to the Blacksheep Stage where Anders Osborne was late getting on, affording me the opportunity to catch his whole set. I had no idea what to expect and was surprised to find how well Osborne’s set segued me from my adventures in Rochester. Groovy and jammy, spacey and interesting, he warmed us up with a long instrumental that pulled wonderful solos out of both Anders and his sax player. When he began to sing he seemed to channel Van Morrison’s phrasing with a Dylanesque lyrical sensibility, all the while underlain with wonderfully understated guitar playing. I thought his set was terrific, so much so that I put off catching the beginning of Redd Volkaert’s set. I had once stumbled upon Redd Volkaert in a grungy little bbq joint in Texas on a strange night and his playing sent me through the roof (metaphorically speaking). This Canadian made his career in the south playing with Merle Haggard and others and man, can he play the guitar. He’s got the chickin’ pickin’ twang down, and he’s exceptionally humble about his skills. I was thrilled to see him scheduled for two sets at the festival, and missing yesterday’s I was hankering to catch as much as I could of today’s. Though he was scheduled for a 7pm set, we made it for what turned out to be his last tune, a killer cover of Jessica, and he left the stage at 7:30. He must have started early but I was happy to hear the song I heard. A sojourn over to the main stage for a bite to eat and a sit-down and I was settled just in time to hear Canned Heat play Goin’ Up Country. Finished up my fish ‘n chips while they kicked out another jam and made my way back to the River Stage for Robert Randolph. Now here’s a man that has a good time when he plays. Randolph was manic from the get-go, wrenching blazing riffs out of the musical world’s slide-rule with apparent ease and obvious glee. The pedal steel is a relative anomaly in rock, and likely part of the reason is the concentration and finesse considered necessary to play the instrument well. Nobody told Robert Randolph. His persistent upbeat presence eventually got the whole place up on their feet, no mean feat given the history of Bluesfest, and he kept the party blaring for a solid hour, along the way paying tribute to both Jimi Hendrix and Bo Diddley. Just a fantastic pile of music from a relentlessly energetic performer. Here it was, time for the last set of this years’ Bluesfest, and I had no idea where to go. I opted to pull a circular in-and-out mission, forsaking my new love of full sets in view of the head-scratching options. While waiting for Donna Summers’ late start I watched a presentation onstage as one of the founding members of the Bluesfest organization was stepping down. He was presented with a lanyard that represented a lifetime all-access pass to Bluesfest. Sweet. Gotta get my hands on one of those. Fifteen minutes late The Queen Of Disco appeared onstage atop a wide staircase to the music of Beethoven’s Fifth. As the music morphed into Strauss’s Also Sprach Zarathustra three male dancers in band uniforms pretended to herald the queen onstage with old-style regal horns and choreographed silliness. Looked a bit out of shape and bored, Summer did her Vegas thing and the crowd ate it up. Say what you will about this tradition of closing with disco night, but people love it, and they come out in droves. I stuck around for the first three songs, all of which I recognized as in my youth I owned several Donna Summer albums (of my own volition, I might add), but decided to start the circuit. Over at the Blacksheep Stage Bachir Attar failed to hold my interest. Basically a percussion group from Morocco, if they had no competition I would happily enjoy a set of theirs, but this was not that time. Given that Donna Summers’ late start had thrown a wrench into my timetable, I left in short order. Over at the Roots Stage Tony D was doin’ it up closing out the Bluesfest, a tradition that was swayed from only once I believe. With uber-talented harmonica whiz Steve Marriner on bass (!) and the Texas Horns honking behind him Tony was proving that he is what he is – a total pro bluesman with an enormous amount of talent. I was really hoping that I would be lucky enough to see Redd or Randolph sit in but I didn’t and I couldn’t stay there – the beer tent only had Coors Light. I did stick around for about twenty minutes, and I’ll bet it was the best music happening at the fest at that moment. Over at the River Stage I got a beer just as Don McLean was in the middle of singing his other hit, Vincent. It’s a classic, and it was boring as hell as he strummed at about 46bpm in front of his band as they silently looked on, as I suppose they do every night of their lives. And then he went right into American Pie. Okay, forget the overplay for a moment and see if you can realize that it’s actually a damn fine song. Personally it was a thrill for me to hear the song played live by the man himself, as I feel a bit of kinship with him with regard to American Pie. As a guitar teacher for well over a decade now I think I’ve made almost as much money off that song as he did. We all sang along and had a great old time and of course he milked it and milked it again as we tried to stream out to hear the end of Donna Summer’s set, caught in a flow of traffic that stands as the most crowded I’ve been at the fest this year. On a lark I watched Donna go through Works Hard For Her Money and a Bad Girls/Hot Stuff medley from outside the venue where the fence-standers stand. Turns out those freeloaders are getting a pretty good view. I actually quite enjoyed the end of the set as nostalgia pulled me right to my glue-eating days back in Grade 4. In the end, another triumph for all those involved in the Bluesfest this year. There were many improvements and the lineup was beyond reproach. Tradition holds that I list all the acts I managed to see this year here and I’ll do that now: The Tragically Hip Corb Lund Feist Steely Dan Snoop Dogg Widespread Panic James Taylor Brian Wilson Tony D Donna Summer TV on the Radio Lucinda Williams Infected Mushroom Primus Anders Osborne Canned Heat Dave Bidini Band Orchestra Baobab Justin Rutledge NQ Arbuckle Luke Doucet Chuck Prophet Seun Kuti & Egypt 80 Red Volkaert with Cindy Cashdollar Bachir Attar Harper Johnny Winter Acorn Robert Randolph Allen Toussaint Krueger Brothers Adrian Belew Zappa Plays Zappa That 1 Guy Shelby Lynne Ray Davies Don McLean That’s what, 37 bands? And lazy me missed two days. What a great, great time. Now what am I gonna do for the next 355 days? Previous Logs: Blues Log 07032008 Blues Log 07042008 Blues Log 07052008 Blues Log 07062008 Blues Log 07072008 Blues Log 07092008 Blues Log 07102008 Blues Log 07112008

Ottawa Bluesfest Blueslog Stardate 071108 Live Music Review Review By: Velvet Shelby Lynn Beer and burgers are to blame for me missing Ball and Chain this afternoon at the Bluesfest, but they’re local so I’m sure I’ll see them again soon enough. I bee-lined it to the Blacksheep Stage upon arrival anyway in case there was a chance I could catch the last tune or two but alas, ‘twas not to be. What I did find, however, was a concrete dance floor loaded to the tits with lawnchairs. They were already a third of the way up the lawn and prime sitting space was becoming a premium. Of course if the people all stood up and packed away their chairs they wouldn’t extend more than two metres from the stage, but I digress. I found a spot and sat through the entire set of Shelby Lynne, and not because of my newfound vow to watch entire sets. Basically I was just saving my spot and happy to enjoy idle chatter on a sunny afternoon with friends as her set was…let’s say uninspiring. She does have a wonderful voice, reminiscent of Lucinda Williams, but were it not for the worry that the Blacksheep Stage would become as inaccessible as the Roots Stage was for The Wailers I woulda bailed to any other stage. It’s common for the casual rock historian to pass over The Kinks when listing the pantheon of supremely important and influential bands of yore, and this is, of course, a blatant error. Ray Davies and his former mates recorded a pile of tunes that influenced masses of musicians and still stand out as great fuÇking songs. They often play like fairy tales (pun intended) relating stories within melodic structures that both mirror and influenced their contemporaries. Sunny Afternoon sounds like a template for The Lovin’ Spoonful while So Tired has The Beatles written all over it. As a composer Ray Davies is a necessary spoke in the wheel of rock history, back in the day when the artists were listening and reacting to one another’s hits. Even his new songs seem to have the stamp of history on them somehow. He is still very much the storyteller, and while it would be incorrect to say that his new songs sound like his old songs, it is true that he retains his knack for fitting a good melody into a simple chord progression and making it sound different (almost) every time. The whole set was magic but I sure was wishing he was up there with a kickin’ band rocking out. And then he brought out a kickin’ band and rocked out. Joined by Shelby Lynne’s band (sans Shelby) Ray played All Day And All Of The Night and You Really Got Me and fuÇk it rocked. It was loosely rehearsed but the band was obviously pumped to be backing up Ray Davies so it had exactly that right bit of ‘going for it’ that makes those tunes work so well. It was a fantastic closer to a memorable set that stands as another feather in the cap of the Bluesfest booking staff. I was surprised that with ten minutes left until 11pm they didn’t come out for the seemingly obligatory Lola encore. The two acoustic guitars just begged for it all night but I guess Ray Davies felt it best to leave us with the rock & roll ending. And let’s face it, the guy knows a little about rock & roll. Previous Logs: Blues Log 07032008 Blues Log 07042008 Blues Log 07052008 Blues Log 07062008 Blues Log 07072008 Blues Log 07092008 Blues Log 07102008

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I can see a bike ride to the museum with a backpack of beer in my future.

an entire rhodes in a cab. cool.

sweet.

there's also one more log to get posted.

I'm listening to people in the cubical next to me talking about the baby the guy who works in the cubical brought to work today. it's like it's a daycare or something. It's been going on all freaking day. this is supposed to be an office.

happy birthday mike!

Wasn't lennon doing lots of drugs at that time? I'm sure he just said shit for the hell of it.

Just going through recent DVD torrents as a reminder of recent viewings...all worth renting, owning or downloading for some serious laughs. Ratatouille Futurama - Bender's Big Score Superbad Full season of Flight of the Conchords

http://idisk.mac.com/bouche-Public?view=web Try this link out. I have a me.com account (free for 60 days so worth a shot).

thanks dave. pvr'd!

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Anyone have any asian recipes to share today? Something related to either pork, beef, red snapper or chicken preferred

any recommended torrents? I'm just grabbing the 7-5 show from bt.etree.org

geez. there's no slip forum and I still have to read comments bout the slip forum? I'll just reenable it then if it makes no difference

to come to the defense of a Beach Boy, this is classic here-say. fucking might as well be published in the enquirer.