scottieking

maybe the Shins on the West Coast,"

This show would be a instant classic. Maybe around Christmas and I'd go!

Casting call for the 2005 remake of Midnight Cowboy starring

Stapes as Joe Buck

and

The Sloth as Enrico Salvatore 'Ratso' Rizzo

scottieking's coming to Ottawa? When?

Big Summer Classic. See y'all then.

Kaidy-Mae and I definitely live in the same type of universe. MANY shared tastes. Can't wait to hook up again (Ottawa, yes?) and compare notes. You float my boat.

Of the ones mentioned I recommend Cyprus Lake and The Pinery for sure.

One I haven't seen is Elora Gorge (although I just scanned quick)near Guelph. One of my all time favs!!! Go tubing, cliff jumping for the brave, get into it.

Have fun!!! One of the best years of my life was there.

Learn the following phrases:

Ann-young-a-say-o - Hello

Me-guk? Annie-o! Canada-sa-ram im-me-da. - American? No! I am Canadian.

and in a quieter whisper

De-macho jew-say-o? - Marijuana please?

I'm with you, Roller. Catherine Wheel is one of those underated Brit bands. Chrome, Happy Days were seminal university albums for me and Adam and Eve got me through the Korea experience.

My favorite thing to do to hook people, even if if for a novelty was to play the lovely ballad, Eat My Dust for them and watch the look on their face as the chorus came to a resolve!

They still playing?

The original Gypsy Soul line-up used to be a fan fave (as well as their first disc, Prescribed Vibe)

As well, Fly Fantastic used to be a London band I used to hang with. They used to play with the Burts and Ben produces now, Paul is still playing too.

1. Exile on Main Street - Rolling Stones

2. Dark Side of the Moon - Pink Floyd

3. Europe 72 - Grateful Dead

4. A Live One - Phish

5. Decade - Neil Young

6. OK Computer - Radiohead

7. Rheostatics - Double Live

8. Abbey Road - Beatles

9. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot - Wilco

10. Dummy - Portishead

I've been paring this list for a half hour. Expect edits.

Without hyperbole, Jitterbug Perfume, Skinny Legs, and Still Life with Woodpecker changed the way I look at the world. That and this from Esquire Magazine

You gotta have soul

By Tom Robbins

Mental Bungee-jumping may not be your sport of choice, but there's a cerebral ledge that sooner or later each of us has to leap off. One day, ready or not, we glance in a mirror, cuddle an infant, attend a funeral, walk in the woods, partake of a substance Nancy Reagan warned us to eschew, chance a liaison, wake in the night with a napalm lobster in our chest, read a message from the pope or the Dalai Lama, get lost in Verdi or lost in the stars - and wind up thinking about our soul.

Yes, the soul. You know what I mean.

Popular culture to the contrary, the soul is not an overweight nightclub singer having an unhappy love affair in Detroit. Nor, on the other hand, is it some pale vapor wafting off a bucket of metaphysical dry ice. Suffering, low-down and funky, seasons the soul, it's true, but bliss is the yeast that makes it rise. And yet, because the soul is linked to the earth (as opposed to spirit, which is linked to the sky), it steadfastly contradicts those who imagine it a billow of sacred flatulence or a shimmer of personal swamp gas.

Soul is not even that Cracker Jack prize that God and Satan scuffle over after the worms have all licked our bones. That's why, when we ponder - as, sooner or later, each of us must - what exactly we ought to be doing about our souls, religion is the wrong, if conventional place to turn.

Religion is little more than a transaction in which troubled people trade their souls for temporary and wholly illusionary psychological comfort (the old "give it up in order to save it" routine). Religions lead us to believe the soul is the ultimate family jewel, and, in return for our mindless obedience, they can secure it for us in their vaults, or at least insure it against fire and theft. They are mistaken.

If you need to visualize the soul, think of it as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon, and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of information. It's a program, a piece of hyperspatial software designed explicitly to interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery, mind you, the Mystery. The one that can never be solved.

To one degree or another, everybody is connected to the Mystery, and everybody secretly yearns to expand the connection. That requires expanding the soul. These things can enlarge the soul: laughter, danger, imagination, meditation, wild nature, passion, compassion, psychedelics, beauty, iconoclasm, and driving around in the rain with the top down. These things can diminish it: fear, bitterness, blandness, trendiness, egotism, violence, corruption, ignorance, grasping, shining, and eating ketchup on cottage cheese.

Data in our psychic program is often nonlinear, nonhierarchical, archaic, alive, and teeming with paradox. Simply booting up is a challenge, if not for no other reason than that most of us find acknowledging the unknowable and monitoring its intrusions upon the familiar and mundane more than a little embarrassing.

But say you've inflated your soul to the size of a beach ball and it's soaking into the Mystery like wine into a mattress. What have you accomplished? Well, long term, you may have prepared yourself for a successful metamorphosis, an almost inconceivable transformation to be precipitated by your death or by some great worldwide eschatological whoopjamboreehoo. You may have. No one can say for sure.

More immediately, by waxing soulful you will have granted yourself the possibility of ecstatic participation in what the ancients considered a divinely animated universe. And on a day to day basis, folks, it doesn't get any better than that.

By Tom Robbins Esquire, October, 1993 (page 164)

Hope the weekend continued well from it's great beginnings (the Rheostatics)

Happy Day!

This sucks but considering the Bonnaroo org has done this before (remember Bonnaroo East) no surprise. If it is indeed them and not I hope one of the musicians.

Barlow is back? Wow, I may have to check this out.

Grab Umphrey's Langerado Set for a great beginners guide. The 3/26/05 matrix of the show Guigsy and I saw in Chicago is up and is being hailed as one of the year's best.

I worked a combined total of 53 hours at the fry shack I own in Grand Bend on 5 hours sleep a night (we close at 3am)

My students have been warned not to wake me if I fall asleep in class.

Hey Everybody, let's play 5 Disc Rotation with an addition - Make one your hands down recommendation of the month with explanation

Bloc Party - Silent Alarm

Ryan Adams - Cold Roses

Ben Folds - Songs for Silverman

Black Crowes - 5/17/05

and the Hands down recommendation

Eels - Blinking Lights and Other Revelations - This guy can write great songs and now 2 discs worth - variety of styles, beautiful lyrics, get into it

Go Chuck Go!

STOP THE INSANITY!

Clapton, you fools, and hurry.

Second verse same as the first. Willie.

Happy B-day! Hope this trip round the sun is as eventful as the last!

ps Kevin Greene (your old boss) just called. He says happy birthday too!

Tough List. Like'em all. However, pound for music pound, Willie's tax evading to the curb, please.

not so much fighting although I witnessed a hilarious confrontation over two girls having the same dress for prom. I think it was going to come down to the receipts as to who bought it first.

No, the biggest thing I'm dealing with now is motivation. It's brutal this year. Usually it is after the May 24 but some of my kids have slipped into neutral and started to coast.

Wow. What the hell does all that mean? Is this someway I can program my own?

Man I am torn on this one. I'm not sure if I have the time to go to both. I HAVE to support the home town show.

The sound in JLC is top notch as well. Really well designed. I hope the people get down for moe. (I still can't believe they're playing London!!!)

had me crying and rolling off the couch! I never laugh that hard watching TV alone.

If you missed it, find it. Must see hilarity.

Anyone else see this? Condy Rice? The Laura Bush part?