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He probably learned something that day... The way out is the way in...

In all seriousness - while reading this, it really dawned on me how much Neil has accomplished over the years, and how gratifying it must be for him .. To take to the road on a bike and just reflect must be an incredible feeling .. Good for him, he's earned it Thanks Professor

So, if I am reading this right..... Neil basically refused to follow, let alone ask for, legitimate directions and instead relied on his male primeval sense of direction undoubtedly gifted to all men due to prior centuries as hunter-gatherers.... only to take his group on a 2 hour circle around the wilderness? Yeah.... quirks aside... he's a straight up *dude*. Gentlemen, there's a reason women are both the fairer and smarter sex.... they have the common sense to ask for directions. In our defense, though, our foolishness does give us these funny stories. PS Thank God Geddy and Alex have a pilot fly them everywhere, if it was left up to Neil to guide the tour, the band would probably still be trying to make dates from the second leg of the Snakes and Arrows Tour!

It's definitely worth reposting that quote.

"Massive, pendulous scrotum" :rfl:

http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Geddy_Lee Enjoy. Everything I knew about him was a lie.

Since this topic has not been covered I thought I'd ask. At the Denver R40 show Geddy's vocals were great. Tulsa not so much and listening to R40 on Pandora clearly Toronto was not perfect either. What aboot lady backup vocalists. Three gals to fill in and help in spots where he is out of range, the Dirkettes. Yay or nay???

never been much into poetry, but this has always been a favorite

Can't agree with that.....I accept there were a few turkeys in there, but there was some cracking stuff too. IMO Dirt by Alice in Chains is a masterpiece, and although Layne Stayley was fairly low key as a person, there was bags of "showiness" in his vocals...that guy could really sing. Also, Chris Cornell is a major talent, despite the increasing ridiculousness of his lyrics. Can't decide if you're laughing at my opinion, or because you think the chris cornell crack was funny.... I'm laughing because you're saying it's good, but... Alice in Chains and Soundgarden are great bands.

taken from http://somethingelse...tt-musical-box/ Steve Hackett joined Genesis in time to make some influential contributions on Nursery Cryme, released in November 1971 as Genesis’ first project with the classic five-piece lineup. The album would reach the Top 40 in England and shoot into the Top 5 elsewhere on the strength of standout tracks like “The Musical Box.” “When I joined the band, the song ‘The Musical Box’ was already written,” Hackett tells us, in an exclusive Something Else! Sitdown. “They were performing it live. They said to me: ‘As soon as you join the band, we’ll share all of the writing.’ So, I came up with guitar parts on top of what they had written.” Guitar parts that would alter the course of electric guitar history in the person of Eddie Van Halen. Originally an instrumental by the newly departed Anthony Phillips, “The Musical Box” eventually emerged as a band collaboration with lyrics based on a Victorian fairy tale courtesy of Peter Gabriel and a eye-popping turn by Steve Hackett. Aiming to impress his new bandmates, the guitarist fashioned a completely new sound through the use of a new fretboard technique — now simply known as “tapping” — that later reached a broad audience through Van Halen’s fiery soloing. “I was trying to come up with something suitable,” Hackett adds. “I thought: ‘I wonder if it is possible to use both hands on the fretboard?’ You could play extremely fast on one string. I quickly realized that the sky’s the limit for anyone who wants to use that technique. Eddie [Van Halen] has, of course, acknowledged the influence. I came up with the technique, and he gave it a name.” As seen here at 3:40, I think. OH... Nothing post Peter Gabriel Genesis even comes close to this fine piece of music.

Just scored 6th row seats for David Gilmour at Radio City Music Hall on 10 April!!!

Buy your own copy now and recycle the other one as present for somebody else

Prepared for grilling tomorrow, Lebanese garlic chicken- marinate 2 whole chicken breasts in a mix of: 2 cloves garlic, mashed with 1/2 t salt to a paste. Add to 1/2 cup EVOO, 1/4 cup fresh lemon juice, 1/2 t paprika, & 1/2 t black pepper. That will sit until tomorrow, at which time the chicken hits the grill. The wife will make taboulli, and that will be a helluva dinner!

The Second Coming W.B. Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

I don't know what Terry exactly did or did not do for Rush, and I've never heard anything he's done for anyone else, but for my tastes, any fifteen minutes of any Terry Brown Rush album has stronger material than any 45 minutes of any Rush album that came after him. Coincidence? For my part, I'll be on Terry. The combination of Rush and Terry produced consistently fantastic material; everything after him doesn't come close, as much as I like their post-T4E stuff.

Preface: I hold a degree in vocal performance, and am a full-time choral director. Good: Geddy is holding up relatively well, considering that he may be suffering from vocal atrophy. Essentially the cells in his voice box, and muscular area are weakining, or may be damaged. Bad: Geddy sings as if he is young, and he needs to sing as if he is older. I'm not sure if he has worked with a vocal coach in recent times, but a few examples below will illustrate what i'm saying. 1. His middle/upper tessitura shouldn't sustain long notes anymore. Currently he holds out notes, and sings with that slower 'old person' vibrato. That needs to stop. He needs crisper ends of notes. He needs to pop the word, and decay. He lacks breath support as well since he's trying to sing all the way through the phrase. One example: NOW "A modern day warriorrrrrr mean mean striiiiihhhde, today's tom sawyer mean mean priiiihde"- OR or "catch the MISSSSTT" or "catch the DRRRIIIFFFT"=no, sounds weaker and exposes all of his vocal weaknesses Change it to. (commas=breath) "A modern day warrior mean mean stride, today's tom sawyer, mean mean pride"-make ends of words in the text shorter, crisper 2. He MUST stop breaking into notes. Just listen to anything past Snakes and Arrows live, he breaks his voice into notes which can weaken his voice. 3. Any unneeded vocal 'noise' needs to stop. (Spirit of Radio in chorus, "oh yeahhh!", etc) 4. His intonation (tuning) isn't as accurate as it can be, because his voice is weak from doing all of the above. Listen to the intro of TS on Clockwork Angels, he is an entire half-step low on the opening lines. So yes, he's singing out of tune in small places here and there. He is NOT tone deaf at all. He is older, but he needs to take some vocal coaching. If he has one, he needs to find a new one. The last time I met him (CW tour) he barley spoke, saving his voice for the show. I'll enjoy him until the end, but he's getting older. That's OK with me.

Shows at RCMH are more intimate and better than at MSG. Glad you were able to get tickets to see him! So close too!!

What the Thunder Said, by T. S. Eliot After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The shouting and the crying Prison and palace and reverberation Of thunder of spring over distant mountains He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience Here is no water but only rock Rock and no water and the sandy road The road winding above among the mountains Which are mountains of rock without water If there were water we should stop and drink Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand If there were only water amongst the rock Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit There is not even silence in the mountains But dry sterile thunder without rain There is not even solitude in the mountains But red sullen faces sneer and snarl From doors of mudcracked houses If there were water And no rock If there were rock And also water And water A spring A pool among the rock If there were the sound of water only Not the cicada And dry grass singing But sound of water over a rock Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop But there is no water Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman - But who is that on the other side of you? What is that sound high in the air Murmur of maternal lamentation Who are those hooded hordes swarming Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth Ringed by the flat horizon only What is the city over the mountains Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air Falling towers Jerusalem Athens Alexandria Vienna London Unreal A woman drew her long black hair out tight And fiddled whisper music on those strings And bats with baby faces in the violet light Whistled, and beat their wings And crawled head downward down a blackened wall And upside down in air were towers Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells. In this decayed hole among the mountains In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home. It has no windows, and the door swings, Dry bones can harm no one. Only a cock stood on the rooftree Co co rico co co rico In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust Bringing rain Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves Waited for rain, while the black clouds Gathered far distant, over Himavant. The jungle crouched, humped in silence. Then spoke the thunder DA Datta: what have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed Which is not to be found in our obituaries Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor In our empty rooms DA Dayadhvam: I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus DA Damyata: The boat responded Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar The sea was calm, your heart would have responded Gaily, when invited, beating obedient To controlling hands I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least set my lands in order? London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie These fragments I have shored against my ruins Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe. Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih

Watching the Northern Lights. They have been awesome this winter!!

http://www.tripmusic.net/~miguelsamiez/10me/photo/1097765541midnight_express(1).jpg

DITTO! I think I told you and Gina and Rob this already but I remember driving over Donner Summit and "He Is" came on. As I gazed upon the mountainous landscape at 80 miles an hour I started to tear up a bit. The song moved me man. It just happens to be on right now. "And we are falling over the precipice", indeed. YOU GUYS RULE! Anytime you all want to meet for a show I am there. Serious. Greyfriar mentioned a Ghost + Maiden show over across the pond. Just sayin'.

I'll take King Diamond over Kerry King! I just saw King Diamond. SHOWY

Kiss is sweet from 74-78, I do think all their albums have at least a few forgettable tunes and basically everything after a certain year is bad, but they were one of the first bands I liked (around 2002/2003, well past their prime)

Foooooooooooool for the City!!!

Let's face it ... there is something magical and inspiring about having heroes, no matter what form they come in - a band or a person or whatever that seems to transcend the norm .. If you don't know the story of KISS and the football team in Cadillac, Michigan, I recommend reading about it The bland boring tedious same-old-same-old never inspired me to do anything, much less pay for it At the risk of sounding all of my 48 years, this just doesn't happen today - at least in all the glorious naïve sincerity it had in 1975 http://s26.postimg.org/dpnzkzrll/Kiss_Cadillac_Kiss_Blvd2.jpg http://www.cadillacnews.com/ww2/photos2/photos/2012/03/06/45956.jpg http://s26.postimg.org/s7l6sziwo/Kiss_Cadillac_Kiss_Blvd.jpg

226 to go!

Thomas Hardy's powerful reflection on the sinking of the Titanic... The Convergence of the Twain I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she. II Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires, Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres. III Over the mirrors meant To glass the opulent The sea-worm crawls — grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent. IV Jewels in joy designed To ravish the sensuous mind Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind. V Dim moon-eyed fishes near Gaze at the gilded gear And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?" ... VI Well: while was fashioning This creature of cleaving wing, The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything VII Prepared a sinister mate For her — so gaily great — A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate. VIII And as the smart ship grew In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too. IX Alien they seemed to be; No mortal eye could see The intimate welding of their later history, X Or sign that they were bent By paths coincident On being anon twin halves of one august event, XI Till the Spinner of the Years Said "Now!" And each one hears, And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.

Don't talk shit about Neil Young ^^^ confuses Neil Young with Lou Reed.

And the rest is bullshit!! Oh, no...Crisis? What Crisis? and Even in the Quietest Moments are both strong albums. They may not be masterpieces, no, but they're far from shite. They're very good albums. What about all that honky tonk piano?? :P I've never thought of it as honky tonk...but I can understand that that sound of theirs, which is very distinct, could be sort of an acquired taste. I like the eponymous debut. It's proggishly quirky.

I thought that was some random patriot as your avatar. It really is Hillary !!??!! You guys never fail to amaze . . . . . . :P It was Hillary's head and some other woman's body. We do an avatar switch-up in SOCN where another member gets to pick your avatar for a week. I got hosed pretty good. Too funny! You wacky SOCN guys ! :D

I'm so sorry to hear this, Lorraine. I'm glad Henry is no longer in pain but it's so hard when pets leave. ((Hugs)) to you, you and Henry will be in my thoughts.

so is it possible to change my username to that? It really commands attention.

Don't talk shit about Neil Young

Berman on TV...I'M OUT!

Yes, it's Attila the Nun. A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. Hey, you know, mother, I think there's a play there. Get t'agent on t'phone. Him mighty fine director. Him heap famous. Him say Leatherhead Rep like do play with Redfoot tribe. This new series of 'Trim-Jeans Theatre Presents' will enable you to enjoy the poetry of T. S. Eliot whilst losing unsightly tummy bulge And talking of filth, I have asked you once about the TRF carpet. :tsk: Well, we have 28,000 cubic feet of Wintrex, which is a new white foam rubber which actually on screen looks more like snow than snow. Think of the colours! What...is your favourite colour? :codger: Savage tans, great slabs of black set against aggressive orange. It really makes you want to shout out, this is good! This is real! :drool: Your_Lion, I believe you're interested in shouting. It's our job to try and treat the condition of over-acting rather serious. In this treatment the patient is rewarded for the correct response http://www.planetsmilies.com/smilies/character/character0125.gif and punished for the wrong one. Let us begin. You've just got five seconds to tell me, whatever happened to Baby Jane? I went in to do some shopping and I came back and she was gone. She was only forty-seven. Do sit down, Mr. Your_Lion. I think what's happened is terribly, terribly funny tragic. Nobody likes a good laugh more than I do...except perhaps my wife and some of her friends...oh yes and Captain Johnston. Come to think of it most people likes a good laugh more than I do. But that's beside the point. Well, this is just one of the all too many cases on our books of chartered accountancy. I agree. If there were fewer chartered accountants there wouldn't be so many of them, numerically speaking. I wouldn't wish it on my son. I'd rather he was a sewage attendant :spitwater: or a rat catcher. :pussy:

and fraroc- who is talking about poison and their shitty no balls music? my point was that there is good music that is theatrical and over the top, there is good music that is minimalist and simplistic. rock is way too big and amazing to put yourself in either a prog box or a punk box and refuse to leave

Are you going to kill me? I would certainly like to! I know you would. I can feeeeel your anger. It gives you focus, makes you stronger...... :haz: :haz: :haz: Not to be confused with Samuel l Jackson "a Sith LO-OORD? Jackson had great difficulty playing Mace Windu. He wasn't allowed to drop any F-bombs..... ;) ;) And then George Lucas cut out a violent interrogation scene with Mace questioning the interrogated, "Does he look like a Sith?" After a brief exchange of lines Mace loses his patience, throws over a table (with the force of course), and screams at the interrogated, "Say 'Dooku' again muthafucka!!! I dare you! I double dare you!" You can find this deleted scene on the 12th edition of the Blu-Ray, not to be confused with the 11th which has some extra cgi characters but not the deleted Mace scene. And not the 10th edition which only has the "Mace Windu Bad Muthafucka" wallet/light saber combo giveaway.

Music, films, sports, Broadway plays - they all fall under the umbrella of something called Show Biz The pioneers of rock and roll - Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry, even later on with Hendrix - they all understood this, and were so successfully because their personalities came thru There is no shame in being showy - just different levels, esp in regards to sincerity

The commercials keep saying the 18th but I have tix for the 17th at 7:30 so I'm not sure. I've got tix for Dec. 17, at 7:15 PST. Of course...I'll be in Utah now. I'll post some spoilers for you.

For both, Lorraine and Henry. -->

I love the structure of "Sea Fever", BC. It has the flow of the water and the tides, and the repetition of "And all I ask is a..." is wonderful. And Rhyv, William Blake...you can't go wrong there.

He stole that from my last singles ad

I don't know what crack I was smoking back then but damn I can barely get through one of their albums. As a matter of fact their last two albums are boring shite.

Baked cod with leek, haricots, onion rings, chopped garlic and ginger turned in fish sauce and oyster sauce. Topped with spicy pickled cucumbers and thin peels of carrot. Of course I had to set up my tripod and take a picture before I would eat it .

It used to be you could do both, write great songs and also know how to put on a show. I was listening to Thin Lizzy today, Live and Dangerous..perfect example. They had just enough flash and Rock star attitude, but also were great players and wrote good tunes. I was listening to Thin Lizzy today too, this one: http://a5.mzstatic.com/us/r30/Music/4c/1d/e5/mzi.pxtwscsz.600x600-75.jpg Even as early as 1975 they had a ton of great songs.

It used to be you could do both, write great songs and also know how to put on a show. I was listening to Thin Lizzy today, Live and Dangerous..perfect example. They had just enough flash and Rock star attitude, but also were great players and wrote good tunes.

Actually, It was early Saturday morning after work. I got a ride home in the back of a police car. :D

Yes, it's Attila the Nun. A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality. Hey, you know, mother, I think there's a play there. Get t'agent on t'phone. Him mighty fine director. Him heap famous. Him say Leatherhead Rep like do play with Redfoot tribe. This new series of 'Trim-Jeans Theatre Presents' will enable you to enjoy the poetry of T. S. Eliot whilst losing unsightly tummy bulge And talking of filth, I have asked you once about the TRF carpet. :tsk: Well, we have 28,000 cubic feet of Wintrex, which is a new white foam rubber which actually on screen looks more like snow than snow. Think of the colours! What...is your favourite colour? :codger: Savage tans, great slabs of black set against aggressive orange. It really makes you want to shout out, this is good! This is real! :drool: Your_Lion, I believe you're interested in shouting. It's our job to try and treat the condition of over-acting rather serious. In this treatment the patient is rewarded for the correct response http://www.planetsmilies.com/smilies/character/character0125.gif and punished for the wrong one. Let us begin. You've just got five seconds to tell me, whatever happened to Baby Jane? I went in to do some shopping and I came back and she was gone. She was only forty-seven. Do sit down, Mr. Your_Lion. I think what's happened is terribly, terribly funny tragic. Nobody likes a good laugh more than I do...except perhaps my wife and some of her friends...oh yes and Captain Johnston. Come to think of it most people likes a good laugh more than I do. But that's beside the point. Well, this is just one of the all too many cases on our books of chartered accountancy. I agree. If there were fewer chartered accountants there wouldn't be so many of them, numerically speaking.

I'm in the minority, but HYF. I'll get a bad rap for this, but my top 5 albums of their's are - Snakes and Arrows Counterparts Hold Your Fire Power Windows Hemispheres then - Clockwork, Moving Pictures, Signals, etc