Books, movies, albums, concerts, and television series: Five Sets of Five (with links to further information for the curious).
It was the new album by The Beatles, released in the USA on the 2nd day of June in 1967. It was one of the fab four’s most loved and most hated works.
It was not rock music, really, not like its predecessors. Aside from critics, few fans noted how little it rocked.
November 27, 2006, I posted my first YouTube video, titled, We See Lights in the Sky <https://goo.gl/mN1CBl>, which was developed to go with a musical composition called Lola’s Emerald Necklace #2. Its huge video pixels cannot be entirely blamed on the state of video in 2006. At that time, uploading a >2 gigabyte file via consumer internet services was not always reliable, nor would YouTube have accepted such a large file from me. Plus, I liked the big pixels. They reminded me of live television from the ISS, which seemed apropos for this watery, foggy, jittery project. Now there are more than 50 videos in my channel, mostly documenting performances I witnessed. Continue reading
Driving from Seattle to the North Cascades last week, I saw few signs of the presidential elections, and most of them were in just one spot: a towering monument to Trumpism. There were a few other lone Trump and Hillary signs, and nearly as many Bernie signs still standing, but not as many as I expected for post-convention August.
On the return trip, while driving through rural Snohomish County, far ahead of me, I saw a beat-up grey Chevy pickup stop in the middle of my lane.
7/11. Public debut of the onewe.org Facebook page.
Try it. Like it.
Turns out a Facebook page needs more than 30 likes before they will turn on the analytics for it. (We have passed 50 today, thank you.)
In 1981, I bought one of the first-generation 4-track audio cassette recorders, the Teac 144 (which incidentally is the same thing Bruce Springsteen used to record his album, Nebraska).
April 25, after a family visit on the prairie, I left the Twin Cities behind with my AM dialed to Radio K. (These guys are like such hippies, digging Morly, the VU, James Brown, Jonathan Richman, and like much Prince enriching and delineating their lives man.)
I stopped at the west-bound I-94 Middle Spunk Rest Area, near the childhood home of Charles Lindberg. I noticed that the door to the janitor’s office was wide open, and inside was a gentleman relaxing on a chair. I took a walk down to the lake. As I returned to the parking area, I watched the gentleman (dressed more like a retired farmer than a janitor) inspecting the trash cans. Continue reading