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LYRICS:

Hope it isn’t broken, try to keep it open
But I couldn’t hold it, smashed it down for all to see
And I tried to get repairs done, I couldn’t fix it
So I picked it up and smashed it down for all to see

But I remember when we were so cool
And you were the only one
And now I know that I was such a fool
Thinking you’re the only one

(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are gliding through the things that tear us apart
(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are going to need the strength it takes to pave the way and be the first test pilot

Now we’re stumbling through the motions, criminal and careless
Thought you were my best friend, now I couldn’t care less, come to see
And you’re playing my emotions, way out of proportion
Damage and distortion, blasting through your fantasy

Oh, but I was such a fool
Thinking you’re the only one
It didn’t have to be so cruel
Thinking you’re the only one

I know that we get down
But we can’t touch the ground
Look up, fall into sky
Going at the speed of sound
One circle back around
Straight on, test pilot, fly

(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are gliding through the things that tear us apart
(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are going to need the strength it takes to pave the way

(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are gliding through the things that tear us apart
(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are going to need the strength it takes to pave the way and be the first test pilot

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I love horn parts that conjure images of sad faces blowing on kazoos.

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Intrigued by this project, which documents the 70s/80s punk rock scene in my hometown of Green Bay, Wisconsin.

As its Kickstarter page says:

Green Bay is easily identified as being the home town of the smallest National Football League franchise, the Green Bay Packers. It is also home to meat packing plants, paper mills, vegetable factories and cheese curds. Behind the scenes, Green Bay fostered a punk rock scene that spawned from meager beginnings and had a hard core roster of local punk bands, featuring some with ties to football team itself!!

More detail can be found here.

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Stevie

A photo posted by mc (@tundranaut) on

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Some links

  • Christopher Ryan: “Women aren’t the only female primates who make a lot of noise in the throes of passion. British primatologist Stuart Semple found that, ‘In a wide variety of species, females vocalize just before, during or immediately after they mate.’  These vocalizations, Semple says, ‘are particularly common among the primates and evidence is now accumulating that by calling, a female incites males in her group….’ Precisely. There’s a good reason the sound of a woman enjoying a sexual encounter entices a heterosexual man. Her ‘copulation call’ is a potential invitation to come hither, thus provoking sperm competition.”
  • Johann Hari: “…the opposite of addiction is not sobriety. It is human connection.”
  • Laurie Anderson: “I love playing with other people and, recently, I’ve been doing a lot more improvisational work. It started out with John Zorn. I was so suspicious at first: ‘What’s the structure going to be like?’ ‘We’re going to find that out.’ ‘Who plays the first note?’ ‘I don’t know, let’s see.’ ‘Who does it? How long is it?’  All the things – it all seemed like a very bad idea, just to get up there and play. I’ve really changed my mind about that now, though, because it depends on whom you’re playing with, and playing with Zorn was completely exhilarating. It was like building a huge boat in the air above you, that you can then move around and do different things with it.”
  • Roger Cohen: “I’ve grown suspicious of the inspirational. It’s overrated. I suspect duty — that half-forgotten word — may be more related to happiness than we think. Want to be happy? Mow the lawn. Collect the dead leaves. Paint the room. Do the dishes. Get a job. Labor until fatigue is in your very bones. Persist day after day. Be stoical. Never whine. Think less about the why of what you do than getting it done. Get the column written. Start pondering the next.”
  • Samuel Goldman: “The conservative position has never been simply that a hierarchical society is better than an egalitarian one. It’s that an egalitarian society is impossible. Every society includes rulers and ruled. The central question of politics, therefore, is not whether some will command while others obey. It’s who gives the orders.”
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Saptarshi

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Sinatra with Pancakes

FRANK

Longform.org has reprinted a stellar Playboy interview with Frank Sinatra from 1963.

Some excerpts.

On feelings:

…being an 18-karat manic-depressive and having lived a life of violent emotional contradictions, I have an overacute capacity for sadness as well as elation.

On religion and God:

I think I can sum up my religious feelings in a couple of paragraphs. First: I believe in you and me. I’m like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand Russell and Albert Einstein in that I have a respect for life — in any form. I believe in nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky, in everything I can see or that there is real evidence for. If these things are what you mean by God, then I believe in God. But I don’t believe in a personal God to whom I look for comfort or for a natural on the next roll of the dice. I’m not unmindful of man’s seeming need for faith; I’m for anything that gets you through the night, be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. But to me religion is a deeply personal thing in which man and God go it alone together, without the witch doctor in the middle. The witch doctor tries to convince us that we have to ask God for help, to spell out to him what we need, even to bribe him with prayer or cash on the line. Well, I believe that God knows what each of us wants and needs. It’s not necessary for us to make it to church on Sunday to reach Him. You can find Him anyplace. And if that sounds heretical, my source is pretty good: Matthew,Five to Seven, The Sermon on the Mount.

On the Cold War:

Fear is the enemy of logic. There is no more debilitating, crushing, self-defeating, sickening thing in the world—to an individual or to a nation. If we continue to fear the Russians, and if they continue to fear us, then we’re both in big trouble. Neither side will be able to make logical, reasoned decisions. I think, however, that their fear and concern over the ideological balance of power in some areas is far from irrational. Our concern over a Sovietized Cuba 90 miles from Key West, for instance, must be equated with Russian concern over our missile bases surrounding them. It is proper that we should be deeply concerned, but we must be able to see their side of the coin—and not let this concern turn into fear on either side.

On Communism:

Stop worrying about communism; just get rid of the conditions that nurture it. Sidestepping Marxian philosophy and dialectical vagaries, I think that communism can fester only wherever and whenever it is encouraged to breed—not just by the Communists themselves, but by depressed social and economic conditions: and we can always count on the Communists to exploit those conditions. Poverty is probably the greatest asset the Communists have. Wherever it exists, anyplace in the world, you have a potential Communist breeding ground. It figures that if a man is frustrated in a material sense, his family hungry, he suffers, he broods and he becomes susceptible to the blandishments of any ideology that promises to take him off the hook.

What a great mind. Read the entire thing here.

 

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The back-flip over the police car at the 3:54 mark is One of Life’s Greatest Things.

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I recently watched a fantastic documentary about Ginger Baker.

See below.

It’s a great film that goes beyond drums — it goes straight into the brilliant hellstorm that is Baker’s brain, and it teaches us all a thing or two about survival, resilience and being true to yourself and your art.

It’s fantastic.

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