Thursday, December 18, 2003
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
i imagine that no-necked guy from peanuts. the one who danced around schroeder's piano by shuffling his feet and shifting his head from shoulder to shoulder. genius! that service sounds rich. would love to check it out.
scattershooting . . . wondering why the networks didn't pick up the new orleans bowl.
shouldn't we plan a weekend matinee viewing of lord of the rings. can't wait. you in, e?
did you see rolling stone's 500 best albums issue? seems a bit ambitious.
let it be the inspiration for our list of best albums of 2003. note: since i own exactly three albums from 2003, let's say these works don't have to have been released this year. rather, what are the best albums you've heard in 2003?
my short list:
1. radiohead - the bends. rediscovered this early 90s gem last month. glorious.
2. cocteau twins - blue bell knoll. been on my list 15 years and counting. the ultimate saturday morning coffee ambience.
3. pixies - bossanova.
scattershooting . . . wondering why the networks didn't pick up the new orleans bowl.
shouldn't we plan a weekend matinee viewing of lord of the rings. can't wait. you in, e?
did you see rolling stone's 500 best albums issue? seems a bit ambitious.
let it be the inspiration for our list of best albums of 2003. note: since i own exactly three albums from 2003, let's say these works don't have to have been released this year. rather, what are the best albums you've heard in 2003?
my short list:
1. radiohead - the bends. rediscovered this early 90s gem last month. glorious.
2. cocteau twins - blue bell knoll. been on my list 15 years and counting. the ultimate saturday morning coffee ambience.
3. pixies - bossanova.
Monday, December 15, 2003
Worship Ministry - Farmers Branch Church of Christ
Don't miss an opportunity to see me sing...I intend to overemphasize my diction to the point I look like a Peanuts character singing at the end of A Charlie Brown Christmas. This will be my first Christmas Eve candlelight service...
Don't miss an opportunity to see me sing...I intend to overemphasize my diction to the point I look like a Peanuts character singing at the end of A Charlie Brown Christmas. This will be my first Christmas Eve candlelight service...
Sunday, December 14, 2003
OK, I'm back. Unfortunately, I don't have much to say.
Reading recommendations - if you haven't read Count of Monte Cristo, or if you haven't read it in a while, it's worthy. The Great Gatsby is always fun to read, just for the sheer pleasure of the way Fitzgerald uses the language.
Here's an update on my previously stated belief that no one deserves to be independently wealthy more than me. I still find myself singularly worthy. My recent vacation and time off from work while convalescing have convinced me that I am prepared to truly embrace a lifestyle of wealth and leisure. With the advent of Texas Mega Millions, can my dream be far away?
Reading recommendations - if you haven't read Count of Monte Cristo, or if you haven't read it in a while, it's worthy. The Great Gatsby is always fun to read, just for the sheer pleasure of the way Fitzgerald uses the language.
Here's an update on my previously stated belief that no one deserves to be independently wealthy more than me. I still find myself singularly worthy. My recent vacation and time off from work while convalescing have convinced me that I am prepared to truly embrace a lifestyle of wealth and leisure. With the advent of Texas Mega Millions, can my dream be far away?
Saturday, December 13, 2003
in anticipation of a little holiday time, i need some reading recommentations. and really what i need is some fiction. got enough historical and spiritual stuff to keep me going.
doesn't have to be current. looking for a good page-turner. it's been a while since i've enjoyed one of those.
bigs
p.s. rejoiced at the stranglehold in my voice mail box, courtesy of e. if only briefly, i was transported to the abilene convention center and blissfully listened (among the skanks and the $5 t-shirts)
doesn't have to be current. looking for a good page-turner. it's been a while since i've enjoyed one of those.
bigs
p.s. rejoiced at the stranglehold in my voice mail box, courtesy of e. if only briefly, i was transported to the abilene convention center and blissfully listened (among the skanks and the $5 t-shirts)
Friday, December 12, 2003
i shall pay heed to your groanings, major tom. so here's a modest posting. a reflection on the day.
which started with a genius breakfast at the preston center metro diner. classic. ko and i marveled at the threadbare christmas decorations, rounded out by the artificial six-foot tree, flocked in diner white. some yuletide oatmeal warmed the body. meaningful conversation and time with a dear friend warmed the soul. true story. the highlight of the day.
the rest of the day was good. some creative confidence restored. encouragement from surprising places.
home to some wrestling with children and an oversized puppy. alas, my energy level is no match.
goal this weekend: to install the wireless router for hands-free postings on blogger. perhaps i'll keep a blog of my installation progress. it promises to be quite messy.
news item: grad student discovers the largest prime number in the world, the result of a three-year quest.
practical application: my life has renewed purpose.
which started with a genius breakfast at the preston center metro diner. classic. ko and i marveled at the threadbare christmas decorations, rounded out by the artificial six-foot tree, flocked in diner white. some yuletide oatmeal warmed the body. meaningful conversation and time with a dear friend warmed the soul. true story. the highlight of the day.
the rest of the day was good. some creative confidence restored. encouragement from surprising places.
home to some wrestling with children and an oversized puppy. alas, my energy level is no match.
goal this weekend: to install the wireless router for hands-free postings on blogger. perhaps i'll keep a blog of my installation progress. it promises to be quite messy.
news item: grad student discovers the largest prime number in the world, the result of a three-year quest.
practical application: my life has renewed purpose.
Monday, November 24, 2003
good to be back, major tom.
would love to hear more about kline's 18th. amazing. do tell.
today was andrew's thanksgiving pageant. glorious. much pomp, circumstance, and gloating by the pilgrims.
to celebrate, i took him to the stars game tonite. the highlight of which (for him) was seeing the airplanes in the american airlines lobby. that and the cotton candy.
on the way back, i told him a joke. the classic. "what's black, white, and red all over?" i asked. "i dunno," he responded, with the mildest hint of enthusiasm. "a newspaper!," i revealed.
silence.
then a loud voice from the back seat, "a newspaper with a belly button?"
i don't get it either.
kids are nuts.
bigs
would love to hear more about kline's 18th. amazing. do tell.
today was andrew's thanksgiving pageant. glorious. much pomp, circumstance, and gloating by the pilgrims.
to celebrate, i took him to the stars game tonite. the highlight of which (for him) was seeing the airplanes in the american airlines lobby. that and the cotton candy.
on the way back, i told him a joke. the classic. "what's black, white, and red all over?" i asked. "i dunno," he responded, with the mildest hint of enthusiasm. "a newspaper!," i revealed.
silence.
then a loud voice from the back seat, "a newspaper with a belly button?"
i don't get it either.
kids are nuts.
bigs
Sunday, November 09, 2003
I love that Neo figured out the only way to win was to give up.
He "became" Smith, just like Jesus became sin, allowing the machines to destroy Smith, just like God destroyed sin through Christ.
I understand that the machines could not just unhook all humans from the Matrix - they have to give each of them a choice; choice is the greatest good that neo aspired to.
I am somewhat perplexed by the comments of the little girl at the end; she "created" the sunrise for Neo. Did the machines perhaps give humans some measure of control over their environment within the Matrix as an inducement to remain connected?
He "became" Smith, just like Jesus became sin, allowing the machines to destroy Smith, just like God destroyed sin through Christ.
I understand that the machines could not just unhook all humans from the Matrix - they have to give each of them a choice; choice is the greatest good that neo aspired to.
I am somewhat perplexed by the comments of the little girl at the end; she "created" the sunrise for Neo. Did the machines perhaps give humans some measure of control over their environment within the Matrix as an inducement to remain connected?
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
excerpts from today's nytimes re revolution:
There are still a few loose ends that might be spun into future sequels — "The Matrix Recycled," perhaps, or "The Matrix Recall Election" or "The Matrix Recipe Book and Holiday Menu Planner" (featuring the Oracle's baking tips) — but the saga of Neo, which began in 1999 when he was a scruffy hacker who took a red pill, has now by all appearances reached its terminus. The appropriate response is somewhere between "About time" (about six hours, depending on what's added for the DVD release) and "So what?"
If "The Matrix" were a video game — I know there is one, but I mean the movies themselves — then you could linger in that dazzling white subway station, or in the Oracle's kitchen while the cookies are baking and tune out all of the philosophical mumbo jumbo and action-movie clichés. You could reflect on the curious beauty of your surroundings and admire the skill of the architects (not to be confused with the Architect). "The Matrix Relaxed" — now there's an idea for a sequel.
There are still a few loose ends that might be spun into future sequels — "The Matrix Recycled," perhaps, or "The Matrix Recall Election" or "The Matrix Recipe Book and Holiday Menu Planner" (featuring the Oracle's baking tips) — but the saga of Neo, which began in 1999 when he was a scruffy hacker who took a red pill, has now by all appearances reached its terminus. The appropriate response is somewhere between "About time" (about six hours, depending on what's added for the DVD release) and "So what?"
If "The Matrix" were a video game — I know there is one, but I mean the movies themselves — then you could linger in that dazzling white subway station, or in the Oracle's kitchen while the cookies are baking and tune out all of the philosophical mumbo jumbo and action-movie clichés. You could reflect on the curious beauty of your surroundings and admire the skill of the architects (not to be confused with the Architect). "The Matrix Relaxed" — now there's an idea for a sequel.
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Monday, October 27, 2003
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
see. pepsi is your friend.
Apple and Pepsi to Give Away 100 Million Free Songs
SAN FRANCISCO-October 16, 2003-Apple® and Pepsi-Cola North America today announced a historic promotion to legally give away 100 million free songs to Mac® and Windows PC users from Apple’s iTunes® Music Store. Beginning February 1, 100 million winning codes will be randomly seeded in 20 ounce and 1 liter bottles of Pepsi, Diet Pepsi and Sierra Mist, and the winning codes will be redeemable for a free song from the iTunes Music Store. Winners will simply go to Apple’s iTunes Music Store (www.iTunes.com), enter the code found under the bottle cap and choose any 99 cent song from the online store’s vast catalog of over 400,000 songs. The Pepsi iTunes promotion will kick-off with a Super Bowl ad on February 1, 2004, and will run until March 31, 2004.
“iTunes has revolutionized the way we buy music,” said Dawn Hudson, president of Pepsi-Cola North America. “iTunes provides music fans with a fast, reliable and easy way to get the music they want, when they want it. During the Pepsi iTunes promotion, they will be able to get more of their favorite music for free.”
“This historic promotion to legally give away 100 million free songs will go down in history as igniting the legal download market,” said Steve Jobs, Apple’s CEO. “Pepsi has marketed their products through music for generations, and this is going to be another one that is remembered for decades.”
Apple and Pepsi to Give Away 100 Million Free Songs
SAN FRANCISCO-October 16, 2003-Apple® and Pepsi-Cola North America today announced a historic promotion to legally give away 100 million free songs to Mac® and Windows PC users from Apple’s iTunes® Music Store. Beginning February 1, 100 million winning codes will be randomly seeded in 20 ounce and 1 liter bottles of Pepsi, Diet Pepsi and Sierra Mist, and the winning codes will be redeemable for a free song from the iTunes Music Store. Winners will simply go to Apple’s iTunes Music Store (www.iTunes.com), enter the code found under the bottle cap and choose any 99 cent song from the online store’s vast catalog of over 400,000 songs. The Pepsi iTunes promotion will kick-off with a Super Bowl ad on February 1, 2004, and will run until March 31, 2004.
“iTunes has revolutionized the way we buy music,” said Dawn Hudson, president of Pepsi-Cola North America. “iTunes provides music fans with a fast, reliable and easy way to get the music they want, when they want it. During the Pepsi iTunes promotion, they will be able to get more of their favorite music for free.”
“This historic promotion to legally give away 100 million free songs will go down in history as igniting the legal download market,” said Steve Jobs, Apple’s CEO. “Pepsi has marketed their products through music for generations, and this is going to be another one that is remembered for decades.”
Sunday, October 19, 2003
foreshadowing.
i don't know how else to explain it. that i saw the weather on a network affiliate last nite.
i never watch the weather.
but there it was, punctuating my channel surfing. some smiley, kinda wacky weatherdude yakking away about a five-day forecast. i saw about 100 seconds of him. he was telling me that it's gonna be warm on sunday. specifically, if you've got a jacket on in the morning, it'll be gone by afternoon.
click. onto something else. (endless summer II.) and off to sleep.
the earth turns. the sun appears. and, what do you know. it's the usual sunday morning rush. abbreviated shower. quick bite. tick-tock. tick-tock. battling time, i stand in my closet, contemplating my church attire.
curious. i think of that weather guy. "NO JACKET," he said.
i grab a suit, in spite of his confident weather forecast. easy. no-brainer. efficient. i mean, aside from the careful consideration one must give the dress sock selection -- allowing for subtle nuances or the occasional holiday motif -- there's no time wasted trying to match a snappy ensemble. bada-bing. i'm dressed.
coffee in the travel mug. kids loaded in the car. one last thing to grab upstairs. and as i pivot to sprint up the stairs, my momentum is interuppted by a violent tug on my left side.
ccchhhhh-rrrrrrrrriiiiiiippppppppppp.
that's the sound of my jacket's left pocket caught on the corner of our stairwell. jacket status: ruined. mind you, this is the same jacket that the weather oracle told me i wouldn't need.
bummer.
gotta go. i've got some important decisions to make this week -- and the weather is coming on.
i don't know how else to explain it. that i saw the weather on a network affiliate last nite.
i never watch the weather.
but there it was, punctuating my channel surfing. some smiley, kinda wacky weatherdude yakking away about a five-day forecast. i saw about 100 seconds of him. he was telling me that it's gonna be warm on sunday. specifically, if you've got a jacket on in the morning, it'll be gone by afternoon.
click. onto something else. (endless summer II.) and off to sleep.
the earth turns. the sun appears. and, what do you know. it's the usual sunday morning rush. abbreviated shower. quick bite. tick-tock. tick-tock. battling time, i stand in my closet, contemplating my church attire.
curious. i think of that weather guy. "NO JACKET," he said.
i grab a suit, in spite of his confident weather forecast. easy. no-brainer. efficient. i mean, aside from the careful consideration one must give the dress sock selection -- allowing for subtle nuances or the occasional holiday motif -- there's no time wasted trying to match a snappy ensemble. bada-bing. i'm dressed.
coffee in the travel mug. kids loaded in the car. one last thing to grab upstairs. and as i pivot to sprint up the stairs, my momentum is interuppted by a violent tug on my left side.
ccchhhhh-rrrrrrrrriiiiiiippppppppppp.
that's the sound of my jacket's left pocket caught on the corner of our stairwell. jacket status: ruined. mind you, this is the same jacket that the weather oracle told me i wouldn't need.
bummer.
gotta go. i've got some important decisions to make this week -- and the weather is coming on.
Saturday, October 18, 2003
it's good to be back at the dexter lake club.
sorry for the no-posts. i had nothing.
it's saturday nite. mary's gone to baltimore for days. kids are asleep. the single parent thing cuts down on mobility. feels like i'm under house arrest.
au revoir to kris. here's to a few postings from far-flung, exotic destinations.
more to come.
bigs
sorry for the no-posts. i had nothing.
it's saturday nite. mary's gone to baltimore for days. kids are asleep. the single parent thing cuts down on mobility. feels like i'm under house arrest.
au revoir to kris. here's to a few postings from far-flung, exotic destinations.
more to come.
bigs
Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Here I am in London, at Sabre's luxurious offices in Central Hounslow. Day of meetings and I am ready to get out and explore. Two days of leisure ahead: Libby and the kids are here so I imagine we will do all of the usual stuff: taunt the guards at Buckingham Palace, go see David Blaine hanging from a crane in a plastic box at the Tower Bridge...you know, the usual touristy stuff.
I love London. Love the buzz of the tube station at 7:30 on a workday. Love the civility of it all.
In the process of reading C.S. Lewis Mere Christianity for the first time. Wow. What an amazing mind. The simplicity and lucidity of his thoughts on why God had to become man and die to redeem us actually brought me to tears.
More to post later...Cheers for now.
I love London. Love the buzz of the tube station at 7:30 on a workday. Love the civility of it all.
In the process of reading C.S. Lewis Mere Christianity for the first time. Wow. What an amazing mind. The simplicity and lucidity of his thoughts on why God had to become man and die to redeem us actually brought me to tears.
More to post later...Cheers for now.
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
truth is stranger than fiction.
here's the skinny on surviving nugent.
He’s had the “Cat Scratch Fever,” cured it with a little “Wango Tango,” then retreated to his own personal frontier haven deep in the Michigan woods. He lives off the land and hunts its big game to nourish his own family. Now, seven unsuspecting souls have accepted an invitation to enter and survive his all-terrain universe for cash and prizes.
Surviving Nugent is a two-hour reality-based event that challenges not only the intestinal fortitude of the seven contestants, but also the image of the outspoken rock legend that many people believe is the real Nugent. The magic seven include a vegan, a gay man, a New Yorker who’s not afraid to do a little kissing up, a saucy sex kitten who’s not ashamed to use all her assets to get ahead, and a Michigan native who is sure smelling sweet will bring him success.
Fifty thousand dollars and tempting prizes lay at the end of the rainbow, but before they reach that pot of gold they must get past the “Motor City Madman.” If the seven contestants pass his muster, they stay and move onto the next challenge. If they don’t, the arrow head snaps and they are sent packing.
There are no rules in Ted’s game. No rhyme or reason to his madness. Each contestant must simply survive Ted Nugent.
The contestants are:
Tila – A model
Darren – A DJ
Jack – A talent manager
Sarah – A campaign coordinator
Kara – A Jersey Girl
Joe – A student
Adam - A student
here's the skinny on surviving nugent.
He’s had the “Cat Scratch Fever,” cured it with a little “Wango Tango,” then retreated to his own personal frontier haven deep in the Michigan woods. He lives off the land and hunts its big game to nourish his own family. Now, seven unsuspecting souls have accepted an invitation to enter and survive his all-terrain universe for cash and prizes.
Surviving Nugent is a two-hour reality-based event that challenges not only the intestinal fortitude of the seven contestants, but also the image of the outspoken rock legend that many people believe is the real Nugent. The magic seven include a vegan, a gay man, a New Yorker who’s not afraid to do a little kissing up, a saucy sex kitten who’s not ashamed to use all her assets to get ahead, and a Michigan native who is sure smelling sweet will bring him success.
Fifty thousand dollars and tempting prizes lay at the end of the rainbow, but before they reach that pot of gold they must get past the “Motor City Madman.” If the seven contestants pass his muster, they stay and move onto the next challenge. If they don’t, the arrow head snaps and they are sent packing.
There are no rules in Ted’s game. No rhyme or reason to his madness. Each contestant must simply survive Ted Nugent.
The contestants are:
Tila – A model
Darren – A DJ
Jack – A talent manager
Sarah – A campaign coordinator
Kara – A Jersey Girl
Joe – A student
Adam - A student
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Sunday, September 14, 2003
Friday, September 12, 2003
Great story...I think you caught more than fireflies.
Conjures up a very vague memory of my early childhood with a friend that my mother did not exactly approve of named Doug. At the age of 6, Doug was without question the most destructive person I had ever met, a distinction that may hold true 30 years later.
There was a baseball field just 2 doors down from our house in Old Hickory (where my Dad parked the Vomit) that provided an excellent hunting ground for fireflies, or "lightning bugs" as we called them. While most kids would run around and try to catch the fireflies, maybe even put them in a jar, Doug always had a different, less docile angle.
I remember one night in particular when Doug realized that the netting in a badminton racquet (how hilarious to think that badminton racquets even existed on Debow Street in Old Hickory) was tight enough to hit a firefly 9 times out of ten (previous attempts with wiffle bats had proven unfruitful). Doug showed me this and I remember being amazed as he swung the racquet and the unfortunate firefly left a trail of "fire" in the wake of his low Earth orbit. We ran around for hours stalking these peaceful creatures and then painting the darkness with their luminous viscera.
Those were the best nights of childhood. Hot and humid with the sound of cicadas all around. Only two doors from home, but really off on your own. With a good friend doing something mildly dangerous and destructive. As we get older we spend our lives trying to re-capture those moments. Unfortunately, they can be as elusive as...fireflies.
Conjures up a very vague memory of my early childhood with a friend that my mother did not exactly approve of named Doug. At the age of 6, Doug was without question the most destructive person I had ever met, a distinction that may hold true 30 years later.
There was a baseball field just 2 doors down from our house in Old Hickory (where my Dad parked the Vomit) that provided an excellent hunting ground for fireflies, or "lightning bugs" as we called them. While most kids would run around and try to catch the fireflies, maybe even put them in a jar, Doug always had a different, less docile angle.
I remember one night in particular when Doug realized that the netting in a badminton racquet (how hilarious to think that badminton racquets even existed on Debow Street in Old Hickory) was tight enough to hit a firefly 9 times out of ten (previous attempts with wiffle bats had proven unfruitful). Doug showed me this and I remember being amazed as he swung the racquet and the unfortunate firefly left a trail of "fire" in the wake of his low Earth orbit. We ran around for hours stalking these peaceful creatures and then painting the darkness with their luminous viscera.
Those were the best nights of childhood. Hot and humid with the sound of cicadas all around. Only two doors from home, but really off on your own. With a good friend doing something mildly dangerous and destructive. As we get older we spend our lives trying to re-capture those moments. Unfortunately, they can be as elusive as...fireflies.
Monday, September 08, 2003
what? nobody's seen escape from new york? what is this? an audience or an oil painting? i get nothing from this crowd . . .
ok. so my first snake "i thought you were dead" plissken post fell a little flat. but i'm glad to be blogging on this monday night. i'll make it fast (and without arcane kurt russell references).
random observation. i missed the monday night football opening sequence. but i'll bet it was IN MY FACE. dizzying camera spins and mind-numbing montages. ugh. i long for the simplicity of no hype, old school broadcasting. curt gowdy rocks.
while kris is on his whirlwind tour of bangkok (don't miss the seasoned curly fries at the hard rock cafe there), i had a moment tonite.
it was one of life's simplest pleasures. and i've gotta share it. because i almost missed it.
i was anointed dog-walker by my family tonite. it was a nearly unanimous ruling. so i threw on a t-shirt, harnessed our hyper pup and helmeted the x-man. the boy was to mount his cheap bike and ride with us. trying to manage both of them -- and traffic -- was, trying, indeed.
so we get to the creek across the street. and the speed of life picks up even more. dog and boy want to run. off the bike. in the water. up the hill. after other dogs. at this point, i'm cargo at the end of a leash.
and as dusk falls, i'm ready to get my weary bones home. put the boy down. the dog out. and get on with my trivial activities.
until i stand with my son and dog, gazing from the mild hilltop where the bike is parked. a beautiful scene is unfolding in front of us. in the day's fading light, i notice the area we've been running in. how lush and green the freshly mowed grass is. and that scattered over the football field's length of it are dozens of fireflies, lazily glowing and floating about. all under a radiant full moon.
"da. can i catch a firefly?"
about three words of my explanation to go home were already out of my mouth when i stopped.
the three of us used the rest of today's light running through the soft grass, laughing as we tried to cup our hands around an elusive firefly.
consider it joy, my brothers.
ok. so my first snake "i thought you were dead" plissken post fell a little flat. but i'm glad to be blogging on this monday night. i'll make it fast (and without arcane kurt russell references).
random observation. i missed the monday night football opening sequence. but i'll bet it was IN MY FACE. dizzying camera spins and mind-numbing montages. ugh. i long for the simplicity of no hype, old school broadcasting. curt gowdy rocks.
while kris is on his whirlwind tour of bangkok (don't miss the seasoned curly fries at the hard rock cafe there), i had a moment tonite.
it was one of life's simplest pleasures. and i've gotta share it. because i almost missed it.
i was anointed dog-walker by my family tonite. it was a nearly unanimous ruling. so i threw on a t-shirt, harnessed our hyper pup and helmeted the x-man. the boy was to mount his cheap bike and ride with us. trying to manage both of them -- and traffic -- was, trying, indeed.
so we get to the creek across the street. and the speed of life picks up even more. dog and boy want to run. off the bike. in the water. up the hill. after other dogs. at this point, i'm cargo at the end of a leash.
and as dusk falls, i'm ready to get my weary bones home. put the boy down. the dog out. and get on with my trivial activities.
until i stand with my son and dog, gazing from the mild hilltop where the bike is parked. a beautiful scene is unfolding in front of us. in the day's fading light, i notice the area we've been running in. how lush and green the freshly mowed grass is. and that scattered over the football field's length of it are dozens of fireflies, lazily glowing and floating about. all under a radiant full moon.
"da. can i catch a firefly?"
about three words of my explanation to go home were already out of my mouth when i stopped.
the three of us used the rest of today's light running through the soft grass, laughing as we tried to cup our hands around an elusive firefly.
consider it joy, my brothers.
Thursday, September 04, 2003
ROCKOLOGY
Below is an alphabetical listing of the greatest rock & roll artists of all time, along with their definitive works. A single artist was selected for each letter of the alphabet, and then a recording was selected that best represents their work.
Many thanks to the selection committee - me, Scott Biggers and Eric Oliver.
Aerosmith - Dream On
Beatles - Let it Be
Eric Clapton - Layla
The Doors - Break on Through
The Eagles - Hotel California
Foreigner - Feels Like the First Time
Grateful Dead - Truckin'
Jimi Hendrix - All Along the Watchtower
INXS - Don't Change
Jethro Tull - Aqualung
Kansas - Carry On My Wayward Son
Led Zepplin - Stairway to Heaven
Van Morrison - Moondance
Ted Nugent - Stranglehold
Roy Orbison - Pretty Woman
Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here
Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
Rolling Stones - Jumpin Jack Flash
Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run
Talking Heads - Once in a Lifetime
U2 - I Will Follow
Van Halen - Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
The Who - Won't Get Fooled Again
X - Los Angeles
Yes - Roundabout
ZZ Top - La Grange
Below is an alphabetical listing of the greatest rock & roll artists of all time, along with their definitive works. A single artist was selected for each letter of the alphabet, and then a recording was selected that best represents their work.
Many thanks to the selection committee - me, Scott Biggers and Eric Oliver.
Aerosmith - Dream On
Beatles - Let it Be
Eric Clapton - Layla
The Doors - Break on Through
The Eagles - Hotel California
Foreigner - Feels Like the First Time
Grateful Dead - Truckin'
Jimi Hendrix - All Along the Watchtower
INXS - Don't Change
Jethro Tull - Aqualung
Kansas - Carry On My Wayward Son
Led Zepplin - Stairway to Heaven
Van Morrison - Moondance
Ted Nugent - Stranglehold
Roy Orbison - Pretty Woman
Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here
Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
Rolling Stones - Jumpin Jack Flash
Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run
Talking Heads - Once in a Lifetime
U2 - I Will Follow
Van Halen - Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
The Who - Won't Get Fooled Again
X - Los Angeles
Yes - Roundabout
ZZ Top - La Grange
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