Podcasting (who polices the internet?)

I have been in talks with Aidanovic about a date for our second attempt to start our radioshow for ISM or RedLeeroy or both etc. I have some software installed, and also a mic on route. This should be a piece of cake. My only concern is licensing, although as Mike Skinner would say, I have a "you think I care air" purely because i would feel that playing music over the interplace cant really be policed unless you are a limewire or a Napster. And unless ones popularity grows beyond all expectations then a short sharp warning before any escalations would normally suffice. To avoid immediate deletion from somewhere like Itunes, would hosting be needed? lets just say, all that is sorted about this venture is the presence of beer and our collection of Mp3's.

Roy Scheider RIP

Ade

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Uploaded by nemici

Santana

You Decide.

Was trawling around blogs/forums reading about drummers and found some amusing comments, one in particular filled me with distress.

I was just thinking to myself how overrated Led Zepplin is and although John Bonham is really good, Carter Beauford is just better because he has so much more style. But then I realized I don't really know anything about Led Zepplin (I'm not even sure if I'm spelling the name right) and that I base my opinions off of the few times I am forced to listen to that trite garbage, but for anyone who actually knows what they're talking about and isn't completely biased. Is John Bonham really that good? I mean, I know he can do the tripelet bass thing with one pedal but to me its like, big deal. If you used two you would sound better still. All of his drumming sounds to me like Carter's drummer on Everyday (for the most part which is lame).

Now I went onto YouTube and found Carter Beauford, and while saying he is not talented would be idiotic in itself, so say that he produces anything better than Bonham or Baker is laughable anyway. To read responses to this chaps post click here. Also to have a look at Beaufort go here. I had never heard of him before but here he is anyhow.

So then I moved onto Bonham. Moby Dick being his most well know drum solo. Now this is some special stuff, by any standards of rock drumming, Bonham is described by the Encyclopædia Britannica as the perfect model for all hard rock drummers that have followed him High praise indeed. A great video cut with moments from his life can be found right here. His famous drum solo, first entitled "Pat's Delight," then "Moby Dick," would often last for half an hour and regularly featured his use of bare hands to achieve different sound effects. In Led Zeppelin concert tours after 1969, Bonham would expand his basic kit to include congas, orchestral timpani, and a symphonic gong. Bonham is also credited (by the Dallas Times Herald) with the first in-concert use of electronic timpani drum synthesisers (most likely made by Syndrum) during a performance of the song "Kashmir" in Dallas, Texas in 1977. Many modern rappers would later heavily sample his drumming and incorporate it into their compositions, such as the Beastie Boys, who sampled "Moby Dick," "The Ocean," and "When the Levee Breaks."

Ginger Baker was originally on Jimmy Page's wanted list when forming Led Zeppelin, I think he was originally more blues influenced than Bonham, but could play rock and roll drums with amazing skill, as this clip shows.

On my meanderings I did find this, and although I had been loving drumming and its protaganists for years I have never seen anything that impressed me as much as this particular piece of film. Buddy Rich in full flight

This is only scratching the surface of finding the Best Drummer ever, check some of these and delve deeper.

Elvin Jones
Alphonse Mouzon
Max Roach
keith moon
Michael Shrieve

Best Drummer ever? - You decide.

Heath Ledger 1979-2008

High Stakes Political Debate

Bill is getting into trouble for the attacks he has been making on Obama

it'll cave in on the clintons

i hope so i can't stand her

i wonder does she shave her balls ?

Good Question

maybe her and Bill sit in together on nights and do each other

now there is an image i didn't want in my head

Yes, I agree
But somehow it was around an open log fire in my mind

Jingles?

nat king cole on the gramaphone

i'll never be able to listen to nat again

neither will Hilary when Bill knicks her left testicle with the Mach III

Zeitgeist: Documentary

Brown paper packages tied up with strings, These are a few of my favorite things.

While lying awake last night I was trying to come up with some ideas for a project I am working on. But instead all that filled my mind was quotes from movies. I wrote them down so I wouldnt forget but copied and pasted from IMDB for full completeness. In no particular order here are five that made me chuckle to myself.

I would welcome comments and additions to this post.


1. Chet (Bill Paxton) from Weird Science - "your stewed buttwadd"

2. Judd Nelson (John Bender) in the Breakfast Club - "Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy"

3. Tom Hanks (Rik Gassko) in Bachelor Party - "It's time for spice, and the lucky spice is... paprika! "Oh thank you, thank you! You've made me the happiest spice in the world!"

4. Chevy Chase in Fletch - "it's me, Dr. Rosenpenis. I'm just here to check out Alan Stanwyk's file"
Dr. who?
"Dr. Rosenrosen, I'm here to get to the records room"
What was that name again?
"It's Dr. Rosen, I want to check the records room"

5. Tracey Walter (Miller) in Repoman - "John Wayne was a fag.
All: The hell he was.
"He was, too, you boys. I installed two-way mirrors in his pad in Brentwood, and he come to the door in a dress."

Early Riser

I took the magic mushrooms 8:30am and walked for what seemed like an age, "These dont work" I thought to myself as I ate another handful in dissapointment. A car passed me at speed with a German shephard leaning out the window his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. He barked but I heard no sound. A few moments later I heard the sound of the car whooshing past and a loud woof. I sat down to compose myself. I lit a cigarette. It tasted fowl but I smoked it till the end and threw it into the long grass in front of the bench where I was sitting. It smouldered and plumes of smoke rose up towards the sky. I sat looking from side to side hoping no one would notice the large fire I had started. I sat for many hours and the smoke continued to rise into the air making shapes and clouds above me. People passed me by but looked straight ahead as they moved through my man made mist. I glanced at my watch. It was 8:45am.

You get elves, everybody does !!

Drug Fuelled

Flight

Wrong Eyed Jesus

Possibly The Best Maddest Out-Of-Control Thing I Have Ever Seen. R.Kelly Has Fully Lost It

LIDL

This will be a short, badly written post with no thought put into it at all. However it must be said. I want everyone to shop in LIDL. Reasons why lidl is the glorious haven of joy bathed in a holy numbus of light from 10 to 1

10. Its very cheap

9. They have crazy polish cakes and biscuits.

8. The aisles are 8 or 9 feet wide as to avoid supermarket rage

7. The sell giant salamis some well over 3 foot long (some even bigger)

6. The sell original Barr's Irn Bru in 3 litre bottles

5. When you check out they throw all your food back in the trolley for you to pack later. (thus saving valuable seconds for the person behind you)

4. The have isles with crazy power tools, ladders, watches, sports equipment,
wratchet sets, toolboxes and every week is a different suprise.

3. They stock beer from all around the globe

2. I dont think they have closed since 1996

1. And the top reason for shopping in Lidl is that its packed to the rafters with incredibly hot eastern european ladies searching desperately for shelled prawns in the bottom of the freezer while sporting white trousers, a thong, a belly top and bleach blond hair.

Lidl is King.

Truffle Shuffle

Air Traffic

Red Tape

oh how I hate organisations. The tax office, the AA, the NCT'ers. The searing rage, the horrific anger. After my day in court cronicled in the Judicial Mockery I thought this nightmare would be over. But no. I ring the NCT crowd to try and get proof that I was compliant in feb of this year. Only to be rudely told that I had to fill out 3 forms in triplicate and send 24.50 euro to some busy cunt in Shannon. So I promptly hung up on the filthy unhelpful scumbag and redialled the same number. Requested the same exact documentation from some other unhelpful and even more unfriendly scumbag, and somehow managed to weave my way to a free cert and no forms in triplicate. Seems as if their traning leaves a bit to be desired. Then i rang the AA and asked for same sort of proof of insurance. They were nice and said yes, they would would send out the necessary to me. A week later it hadnt arrived so I rang back, nothing was sent, no record of the request. I had to stay on the phone for another 25 minutes so that "Rachel" could get her house in order. So it seems as if their training leaves a bit to be desired.

Red tape.

Our Antipodean friends

So as I trawled through the world of internet television, I was flicking through some video content, one of the pieces was about an Australian girl, who got into smoking marijuana and it became an addiction, she woke up, did a bong, got up had a coffee and smoked a blunt at the kitchen table, then met up with her hippie friends and drove to someone's house and smoked until she came home at midnight. She continued to do this until one day she heard a voice telling her to jump out the window, then another few voices telling her to do all sorts of crazy, religious and dangerous things. She had developed schizophrenia. The girl checked herself into a mental hospital that deals specially with cases involving severe aural and visual hallucinations brought on by psychotropic drugs and where the average stay is 3 weeks. She was there for 6 months. Possibly because she was crazier than a shithouse rat, and the drug was the trigger for her mental breakdown. Or it was because she simply did smoke too much. I watched in horror as her life fell apart and she couldn’t even walk down the street as the buildings closed in and her father (in her mind) worked for the CIA and was going to have her "taken care of". I left the programme as I had decided to continue to apply myself to the project I had been working on the previous day, the complete ransacking, tidying and clearing out of my "office". So as I drew the task to a close, I found a small bag of grass on the table under my keyboard. Instead of immediately thinking of my Australian hemp smoking pseudo artiste friend, I plunged headlong into construction of a powerful mind altering joint. Having 12 personalities was low on my list of importance as I scanned the desk for a lighter and lit the top of the perfectly made cone. I sat for a moment allowing the smoke to fill my lungs and my mind to slowly empty of coherent thought as my body slipped into the chair. Quiet filled the room and sun shone in the window. For a few seconds I had complete relaxation, but my moment of peace, serenity and utter abandon was shattered almost immediately with the sound of a posh English voice filling the room, "are you going to paass that or must i have to aaask". I must have frozen in my chair for what seemed like an age and then slowly swivelled to face the voice. A well dressed middle aged man with a thin ginger moustache and a wide brimmed hat sat cross-legged on the couch facing me, his left foot bobbing up and down and his highly polished shoe dangling from his toes. I gazed down at my hand. The joint had gone out. I lit it again and leaned forward towards the man and extended my fingers towards him. He plucked the joint from my hand. "Splendid" he cooed. There was a long pause. "Hallucination" I finally replied. He reclined in the seat and moved the hat back onto the crown of his head, the joint pointing upwards from his thin fingers. "Well dear boy, I wouldn’t normally be an advocate of it, but you should have listened to the bloody Australians"