I don’t know about the rest of you, but it’s been a bit of a trying week, and though I’m covering some important-yet-distressing stories, I admit that I went out of my way to find the good stuff, too. We’re all in this together.
Have I really not mentioned any Oasis records yet? Goodness, let us remedy that at once!
We’ve got a mixed bag this week of (mostly) good news on the LGBT front, and some sad/disappointing news in the entertainment world. Plus, the usual oddball links that strike my fancy. Let’s get to it.
Two months ago, a friend of mine who works as a librarian at our local college posted a photo of an “RCA Victor Prevue” record on Facebook with the caption, “This morning the maintenance crew at the College discovered boxes of what appear to be old vinyl records. I need help figuring out who could take a look and tell me if there are any of value that the library should keep. Any idea who to call?” I may have responded enthusiastically.
I wish I had more of an upbeat collection of news stories for you all this week, but we’ve got some upsetting items to sift through first. Including my regret over “2 a.m. and I’m hungry” late-night food purchases…
Though I enjoy cooking, I have never been much of a baker. Sticky, precise ingredients mixed with being lactose intolerant takes a lot of the fun out of it for me, but I do make some pretty great brownies. That’s my kind of baking — just a bit of mixing, pour the batter in pan, and it’s into the oven. And as I discovered the last time I made them, my recipe holds up rather well when one makes a mistake.
This EP is more officially called The Jam, but it is record company Polydor putting two different singles and their B-sides together in one volume. Neither “Absolute Beginners” nor “Funeral Pyre” appear on any of The Jam’s studio albums, but both songs charted at #4 on the UK Singles Chart. The Jam, as an EP, made it to #176 on the Billboard 200.
Happy Friday and Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. My sympathies to those of you dealing with unusual snow storms or flooding or any other inclement weather. Winter certainly is not going quietly this year. Let us catch up with a few newsy items, shall we?
Yes, it’s a little late into 2014 to be doing one of these posts, but one always needs something new to read, don’t they? Let me suggest five books for your literary pleasure.
Friends, with the wind chill, it is currently -40° where I live, as I type this. Notice I didn’t put F or C next to that temperature. It’s so cold that Fahrenheit and Celsius have met on a spot so low on the thermometer, it’s ridic that it even exists.
Bluesy, triumphant and full on — I dig Small Faces. On a recent trip to Rudy’s II, the vinyl shop in Missoula, MT, I bought up all of their available Small Faces albums, and among them is this later offering, 78 in The Shade.
Set during World War I and promising an aristocratic feminist awakening, I wanted to like Somewhere in France a lot more than I did. Jennifer Robson’s story of Lady Elizabeth Neville-Ashford and Doctor Robert Fraser goes on too long for what is at stake, but it still has its redeeming qualities.
Friends, I lived in Spokane, Washington for seven years, where Cathy McMorris Rodgers kept getting reelected, while the Democratic party seemed to merely wring their hands and would run ineffectual candidates against her. After her barrage of campaign ads, we would then get her “surveys” in the mail asking what our “concerns” were, all with very leading GOP-talking points as potential answers. OH BELIEVE ME, I filled in that comments section. And isn’t it lovely how, despite having a son with special needs, she felt it fine to vote against the re-authorization of the State Children’s Health Insurance Program. I’m not sure what she expected people without her government-paid insurance to do if they were in the same situation.
In sum: Well, of course I’m not surprised that she didn’t fact-check her State of the Union response.
It’s that scene in Armageddon that helped this song persist, isn’t it? Between Ben Affleck and his stomach-traversing animal crackers, and the fact that people tend to only remember the title of the song (and reference it every flippin’ time they get on an airplane), this John Denver-penned song continues to float about the public consciousness since its release in 1967.