Friday, March 03, 2006

...on disappointment

I just spent the better part of an hour putting together a nice little essay on why I prefer listening to records and why Ipods, while useful to some, are not my flavor. Titled "...Yer Ipods" in homage to an earlier title from this week, I wrote about three records I listened to last night, Brakes "Give Blood", Bad Brains "I against I" and Pink Floyd's "Meddle". I went on to explain how Brakes is real good listening and that "I Against I" is a top 20 record of all time, and although I feel like Pink Floyd is often redundant and pretentious "Meddle" is just the right groove and how his Dubness' head would explode at the thought of the first statement about Floyd, I summed it up in an interesting and provocative way when all of a sudden I hit a particular key and the entire blog was gone.

Chinga.

After, voicing my displeasure to the neighborhood on the loss of what I felt was a well thoughtout and even endearing essay about music that I though you all would enjoy, I was unable to put together the strength to rewrite it as most of it was written clean, working off of notes I jotted last night and to recreate the piece the way I wanted was just not going to work. But try I did, until the big voices came back to the duplex, why must they talk when I'm trying to think. Anyway all is lost. But in closing, I was referring to a tape i had made over 10 years ago. i had mentioned how it wasn't all that great as my mix tape's go, (strangely enough it was redundant and pretentious) however it had some snippets from some secretly recorded conversations from a Thursday Night Stoop and some recordings of the legendary Eric Svrida (not a misspelling). The highlight being Dean Thrilla reciting one of the Top 10 Snaps from Grand Royal magazine Issue #1--"I saw your moms wearing BKs holding hands with Sinbad."

Yeah, I'm disappointed in my loss but anytime you can end a piece with a snap like that, you can hold yer head up high.

mofo

5 comments:

bastard central said...

naming convention sir. i have spoke of this before.

—bas

bastard central said...

now i'm saying this in complete seriousness. i didn't start doing this so that i can fill the comments window up and i know that the NSA isn't watching. i do this so i can keep my head screwed on right, not for readership. if you want to read, read. if you want to comment, comment. if you want to piss me off, then i will delete. plain this is simple. simple this is plain. talk amongst yourselves.

nothing personal dub, i'm been in a place since friday PM and i ain't coming out anytime soon. so please commment as you see fit but, i have my designs on how i want names named. yeah, it's no doubt annoying but it's mine. at least until i have to pay for this space.

bastard central said...

don't take this the wrong way dub.

my problems are for me. not for the family. i don't discuss them with anyone. because they are mine. so you know about as much as the next family member.

no need to apologize. it ain't your fault that i am where i am.

Anonymous said...

Wow, I thought that snap would have cheered everyone up. Grand Rolyal was, and may still be the name of the Magazine that the Beastie Boys, helped launch, circa 1993 or '94.

bastard central said...

oh it brightened up MY day alright. personally, i prefer MCA's top 10 ways to do reak yourself from smoking pot but ricky powell comes through in a pinch.