I Just installed a calender in my browser and it seems to have installed other things and with that news comes an immediate rage that may in fact produce some minor health problems for our hero.
Reminds me about one of the good elements of the Super Robertson Supper Show... just a free show for people to come and check out or be part of, free of some marketing web. Perhaps i should have somebody stand at the door and say "welcome to the show... now the show is free but I'll just ask you to fill out this 9 page form with most of your vital tracking information for our statistics base, and by simply filling out the form you will be entered to win a set of razor-tooth steak knives"... i just figured something out, i think... that's how you get the right information out of the consumer... you promise the chance of a gift and with that hope the consumer puts down the right information.
Not to get too far off topic here but i happened to meet a cell phone shill the other day who tried to sell me a cell phone and i replied "i hate cell phones, just the word puts me into a dark rage where i start punching people... in fact my rage medication hasn't been working too well lately", and after that i was free to carry on.
what happened last week:
Now the Pike has no sound on his computer, and he is a big SRSS blog reader... so what do we say about that? I have been in this Choir for a while and we sing this song
when you were born you cried and the world rejoiced
live your life so that when you die people cry and you rejoice
Kabir (1440-1518)
Trying to shit together some things that would be simple for us to deal with i threw some chords under the melody and tried to wing it... it has the philosophical element that the Super R tries to bring to the table in his songwriting.
and then we did a version of everything:
Pike has heard that song many times at the SRSS:
at the edge of everything i feel great inside nothing collides
and only headstrong are the winds in the north
Toronto is my place of birth and that will never change
evaluation of my worth
should always stay the same
if at the edge of everything
i am betrayed inside something collides
must more than headstrong be the winds in the north
Speaking of betrayed, this fucking new blog system has failed me severely as i was on a roll and the damn thing did something bizarre and i hit the space bar and then i was back at another page and a lot of clear wisdom was not saved
And then Pockets layed down some truth:
the unfortunate thing that happened was that i just failed to fully rewind the tape so we got shut off at this point in the show. I was preparing the camera (battery charge and rewind) all while trying to feed 3 kids 40 minutes before the SRSS was set to start and the cables that run from the camera to the wall were out in a region where a kid could bring a camera crashing to the ground so i moved it and thought i had rewound it but i didn't... taping your show and playing it is never a great combo, and i have had issues in the past, issues over the mental state of the whole process but i think with what i am trying to do here i can justify it from time to time. The unfortunate part about the tape run out was that we started the meditation and apparently it was one of the funniest things to happen on the SRSS stage since Earl Johnstonerbreath did a burlesque act in 2005, and i say this because a few members of the audience were actually literally rolling around on the floor exclaiming things like "this is so funny!"
It's too bad because Pockets was really on a roll that night, and then after Mo put on a fine clinic herself, and then we had Sim up... you get the picture.
In the end it's all just memories, memory is cheap... or is it tape or flash?
For tomorrow we have Super Robertson and a paired down version of the Legion of Flying Monkeys Horn Orchestra, I tried to call Andrew Parker back from his Vacation overseas for the occasion, but for some reason he never got back to me... i blame the telecommunications company.
I'm going to bring a bass and a guitar and a few songs to do with ace drummer Steve of the LFM, i have agreed to help with a round of one of the three part LFM songs, and I'll keep my head up and try to stay sharp and out of the way of errant horn notes.
As Fire-Man would say... life is good man, we don't know how good we have it.
I also went to the bank today to do a simple thing... sign a paper, but after sitting in an office of an incompetent fool for 20 minutes i just got up an walked out saying i just don't care enough, i though this should be easy but obviously it is not so i will go now, and the fool followed me out apologizing all the way... so i might have that story... the good news being that if you are completely incompetent then rest assured there is a job for you at the bank, a place where they nurture idiocy.
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