570 bars. Drink your way through Seattle.
Once an ambition of mine, now laid aside. Via Absolute Piffle.
Blöödhag
Blöödhag. It’s an interview with a band I used to practice down the hall from. I saw the link at Boing Boing, and posted the following at the comments thereof. Then I thought, oh, you people would be interested in this.
Blöödhag is an “edu-core” band. They play ultra heavy speed-metally thrash. They also like reading.
To learn more, hit the interview. The website, Bloodhag.com looks to be down.
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I practiced down the hall from them here in Seattle for years – about the time they were first getting local press, I was getting ready for a gig and they were having a band meeting.
I was puttering around, packing gear, and I kept hearing shouts, the sounds of young men expressing opinions.
(They all wear post-punk black and converse all-stars and glasses – kind of an ultra heavy nerd-core look. It made me fond of them.)
So I paused to hear more clearly. The shouts went like this:
“No, NO NO! We MUST put JRR Tolkien before Ray Bradbury! We gotta!”
“Are you CRAZY? Why the heck would ANYONE put Issac Asimov there? I think you’re more after, like, Philip K Dick, or maybe Murray Leinster. Actually.”
And so on.
It sounded like the craziest science fiction convention argument of all time. Like people ranking SF and fantasy authors by some secret system that they all understood but which was opaque to even a knowledgeable SF reader, such as yours truly.
Suddenly it hit me. All their songs – every last one – are named after authors. They were arguing about a set list or release order. Read the quotes above, but insert “Louie, Louie”, and other song titles. You’ll get it.
I did, and laughed out loud, and went down the hall to share my amusement with them.
Jag Jag Jag-u-war
So… Billy Childish played a song once that had that refrain, above, and it’s a great song.
When Steve Jobs sings it, it’s not so good, to me.
Ever since the very earliest installs of OS X I have had recurrent, highy irritating timeouts in the console which essentially amount to “I can’t see any name servers, so you can’t have the internet.”
The messages are spurious and do not reflect actual status of the name servers addressed. Rather than trying again, and so on, the default behavior of the OS has been to stop attempting DNS enquiries until the process which performs the queries is stopped and restarted in one of several ways.
In lay terms, the computer decides that the pipe to the net is plugged and stops trying to get data from it. But the pipe’s fine.
There’s no meaningful documentation of this bug at Apple’s website.
I’d learned workarounds.
Guess what? in OS X 10.2 (Jagwyre), my workarounds have been DISABLED! The lookupd messages in console are even gone…. but the problem is still there, and infact, it appears that all Apple’s done is make it harder to diagnose the problem when it occurs.
Terminal, a new and different app apparently LACKING font smoothing, now has user-tied scrollback disabled as well.
Oh, I’m steamed. From my perspective and a couple of hours of scowling at the screen, this is a downgrade.
Keep working on the record!
VJ EP 1-903 promo
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Vee-Jay covers the interesting story of this label.
Here are A and B of a record they put out.
I’ll provide you with these tidbits:
The record shown lacks a sleeve.
I found it in a record bin in the boonies someplace in North Carolina, and paid $2. it was a, like, Mom and Pop antique shop. I still wisht I’da bought the armadillo charranga they had.
(a charranga is the lil bitty guitar-like thing you see in use by your local Andean buskers, and sometimes in the context of mariachi combos. It’s similar to a uke, but has more strings, if I recall aright.)
It’s not clean. Someone stepped on it and pivoted, possibly while wearing Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars.
Alright record geeks, (there are at least two of you out there….) GO! What’s so special here? I’ll help, never fear!