Got to the session about midday feeling decidedly bloated - very professional approach, I must say.
Nevertheless, we've now got just about all the vocals backing done, barring last minute tweaks, and made good inroads into the basic backline on a couple of the numbers. I'm still feeling very positive about the outcome.
Bad = hand pains again interfered with strumming.
Open mike night at the local pub tonight and was persuaded to go by a couple of friends from 'The Isfield Soul Review' (see entries for July 13th/25th).
Pleasant time overall - helped with backing on renditions of 'Hallelujah' and 'Mrs Robinson' and did a solo with Mike Harding's 'The Bogeyman' just for a 'larf'.
Back now and ready for snoozeland.
Probably more effective than incorporeal punishment - unless the intention is to scare the crap out of the offender.
Seriously though, those who support the use of corporal punishment ought to thereby be willing to support the idea that law enforcement officers can pull their pants down and spank them in public the next time they are caught speeding.
If they can't accept that, then it follows that they obviously believe people younger than them have fewer human rights.
Those supporters who say, "I was smacked and it did me no harm" are missing the point. The fact that they support violent acts to children is, in my opinion, evidence of quite considerable harm to their moral values.
It was an horrific assault on USA sovereign soil, there's no denying that and my heart goes out to the families and friends of those who suffered loss.
The title: "The Day the Earth Stood Still" reflects how shocking the realisation was that, for the first time, the impregnable, and all-powerful USA was actually shown to be vulnerable to attacks by fanatical, misguided individuals.
The British suffered the Blitz followed by countless terrorist atrocities and have realised that to have a national day of mourning for each and every event would probably require more days than the calendar posesses.
It's hard to say this without coming across as callous, (which is not my intention at all), but there have been, and still are, greater losses of life through atrocity going on in the world. Unfortunately, these atrocities are going on in places which have no significant resources nor any viable access to the world media. Therefore, they are mostly ignored.
As with any horrific event, it is not so much that it happened but more how positively we proceed from such events that counts in the long run.
Burning sacred texts, torturing, persecuting and denigrating innocent human beings who just happen to be of the same religious/cultural background as the lunatic perpetrators, curbing rights to freedom of expression, etc, are all acts which will simply perpetuate the cycle of fear, ignorance and reprisal; the "nyeh-nyeh nyeh-nyeh-nyeh!" scholl of international relations.
Sure, retaliation is a right I would deny no-one - go ahead, get it out of your sysytem - It's cathartic, I'm sure. I'm no sandal-wearing liberal - as even a cursory scan of my journal will tell you - but nothing, I mean, nothing will be resolved until there is dialogue and, through that, understanding and tolerance.
All the while international 'diplomacy' is really being decided by self-serving profiteers and international panic for future resources, we will never break the cycle.
Personally, I don't see a resolution any time soon.
Actually got a lie-in this morning till 9-9.30ish!
At 11, I went down to Brighton to pick up Nat and headed over to Mick's place. Mick was the instigator of the whole band/first-gig-for-20-years thing a few weeks ago.
Mick and his son, Dan, piloted the equipment while Nat and I started getting down the vocals for a "special project". I think we made a pretty good start and it's already sounding good. The idea was to get the majority of Nat's stuff down today since, unlike her, I don't have to work around varying shift patterns.
T'was a very pleasant afternoon indeed and, as always, the greatest pleasure was getting to duet with my lil' girl.
I'm back there again tomorrow to get more of my stuff done.
In all, I'm rather a contented old git tonight :)
Morrissey spouts off again.
How such a talentless, monotone, egotist gets any exposure is beyond me.
The controversial "singer" / frontman, (responsible the most tedious, depressing, two noted bollocks ever to assail the eardrums of mankind or, as the late, great John Peel once once described it: "Music to embalm your cat to.") is a well-known vegetarian and animal rights campaigner. He said the treatment of Chinese circus animals was "absolutely horrific".
He said in a recent interview: "Did you see the thing on the news about their treatment of animals and animal welfare? Absolutely horrific. You can't help but feel that the Chinese are a subspecies."
I'm also disgusted by cruelty to animals (and most humans) but that doesn't give me the right to make racist snipes.
By his vaue system, the ridicule-worthy and soulless minority who, in this country, think that the height of fun is to watch a fox torn to shreds by hounds, naturally makes all british people a subspecies, too, yes?
Get a grip, you plonker.
Unfortunately, while distracted by this, the ME Imp is exploiting the chance to throw a whole battery of symptoms at me.
Constantly tired-but-wired, joint pains, brain fog, etc, all trying to outdo one another.
My hand chose to forget it was holding a cup today and simply let it fall. Fortunately, I'd finished the coffee first. Still, it's about time, given all our recent scientific advances, that someone invented bouncing pottery.
I need to get the frustration out onto a page.
I've got the urge to purge.
I need to have a stanza bonanza.
But I feel rhyme-bound.
My brain is stuttering so much that I can't keep a grip on any line of thought for more than a few seconds.
Feeling quite low overall. I know an element of it is part of the whole varying gamut of ME symptoms. I've had a busy time of things over the last few weeks, too, which will have had an effect in that regard.
I've also had one or two less-than-comfortable revelations of a personal kind which are going to take a while to process.
I recently replied to a friends post with words to the effect that it can be surprising how one's life can flip from negative to positive overnight.
Thing is, it can flip the other way, too, can't it?
Ah, well. These things happen, eh?
Here's to the next flip...
I didn't think they did these any more...
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