I ended my free subscriptions to more than a dozen Substackers yesterday and today. Everyone seems to want to talk at once and everyone (thank you for being an exception) is saying the same thing.
I am sick of COVID and sick of the undeclared war.
That being said, now I'm going to put on my old LP of Jethro Tull's WAR CHILD.
I actually saw Jethro Tull back in '73 perform Passion Play in UNM's(Albuquerque, NM) famous basketball arena named "The Pit". They were late opening the doors and the crowd got ugly in a rare rainstorm. I was next to the door at 3:00 PM and by the time the doors opened(about 9:00 PM) Steel Eye Span had already started playing and I was about 50 yards from the door! There was a portion of "ugly" where my feet weren't even touching the ground and I'm not a small guy. The group of friends I started out with got scattered in the near riot conditions. We did see all of Passion Play, with a film projected while "The Hare and His Spectacles were spoken" aloud. Also performed was a fair amount of Thick as a Brick, Ian termed, "The Middle Bit".
It was definitely the scariest concert crowd I was ever in.
Van Halen's crowd back in '81 was pushy--smaller venue, fewer people.
Writing about the *vaccines* got me 'cancelled' from Medium, last December. Seems Big Pharma had their vile tentacles supporting some of Medium's budget. I'm writing less and watching more TV from various streaming sources. The world is getting to scary to stay engaged in. Late stage capitalism. I should be gone before the SHTF--coming soon too, I believe. Peace, Charles
Speaking of television, last night, following my first attempt to conjure aliens with a CES experiment (Have you seen the documentary Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind?), I watched the movie LUCY. The two activities melded together seamlessly and left me in a wonderful state of mind. As Scarlett Johansson's character said, "We never die" and she left the movie with the thought, I AM EVERYWHERE.
The future holds infinite hope once we escape the fascists.
I've seen part of 'CE 5th'. I read a book about a year ago by a now deceased colonel that detailed various alien recoveries and harvesting alien technologies. Hand print scanner is one I think was poached. LED's? Book: "The Day After Roswell", by Col. William J Corso. For sure there was an alien crash around Roswell in '47. I live in New Mexico after all. Never been to Roswell--too far from Albuquerque. I have a "I Want To Believe" poster--like Fox Mulder's--on my wall.
The Pit, now renovated with bourgeois boxes, no longer holds big concerts, like back in the '70's. But I did see Led Zeppelin, ELP, in quad sound(awesome), Tull, and Yes, at The Pit. I saw one of Stevie Ray Vaughn's last shows in September ? (year forgotten) less than a month before his chopper crash. I've seen David Bowie, Miles Davis(awesome), and a few others that are no longer here. Thanx for the memories. Peace
I saw Tull perform Passion Play at the Ford Auditorium in Detroit. Livingston Taylor was the warmup act and the heavily medicated crowd was in no humor for a soft acoustic set. Still, by the time the ballerina appeared, people were ready for a Pink Floyd style show and were not disappointed.
Those were the days, my friend. I thought they'd never end.
I ended my free subscriptions to more than a dozen Substackers yesterday and today. Everyone seems to want to talk at once and everyone (thank you for being an exception) is saying the same thing.
I am sick of COVID and sick of the undeclared war.
That being said, now I'm going to put on my old LP of Jethro Tull's WAR CHILD.
I actually saw Jethro Tull back in '73 perform Passion Play in UNM's(Albuquerque, NM) famous basketball arena named "The Pit". They were late opening the doors and the crowd got ugly in a rare rainstorm. I was next to the door at 3:00 PM and by the time the doors opened(about 9:00 PM) Steel Eye Span had already started playing and I was about 50 yards from the door! There was a portion of "ugly" where my feet weren't even touching the ground and I'm not a small guy. The group of friends I started out with got scattered in the near riot conditions. We did see all of Passion Play, with a film projected while "The Hare and His Spectacles were spoken" aloud. Also performed was a fair amount of Thick as a Brick, Ian termed, "The Middle Bit".
It was definitely the scariest concert crowd I was ever in.
Van Halen's crowd back in '81 was pushy--smaller venue, fewer people.
Writing about the *vaccines* got me 'cancelled' from Medium, last December. Seems Big Pharma had their vile tentacles supporting some of Medium's budget. I'm writing less and watching more TV from various streaming sources. The world is getting to scary to stay engaged in. Late stage capitalism. I should be gone before the SHTF--coming soon too, I believe. Peace, Charles
Speaking of television, last night, following my first attempt to conjure aliens with a CES experiment (Have you seen the documentary Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind?), I watched the movie LUCY. The two activities melded together seamlessly and left me in a wonderful state of mind. As Scarlett Johansson's character said, "We never die" and she left the movie with the thought, I AM EVERYWHERE.
The future holds infinite hope once we escape the fascists.
I've seen part of 'CE 5th'. I read a book about a year ago by a now deceased colonel that detailed various alien recoveries and harvesting alien technologies. Hand print scanner is one I think was poached. LED's? Book: "The Day After Roswell", by Col. William J Corso. For sure there was an alien crash around Roswell in '47. I live in New Mexico after all. Never been to Roswell--too far from Albuquerque. I have a "I Want To Believe" poster--like Fox Mulder's--on my wall.
The Pit, now renovated with bourgeois boxes, no longer holds big concerts, like back in the '70's. But I did see Led Zeppelin, ELP, in quad sound(awesome), Tull, and Yes, at The Pit. I saw one of Stevie Ray Vaughn's last shows in September ? (year forgotten) less than a month before his chopper crash. I've seen David Bowie, Miles Davis(awesome), and a few others that are no longer here. Thanx for the memories. Peace
I saw Tull perform Passion Play at the Ford Auditorium in Detroit. Livingston Taylor was the warmup act and the heavily medicated crowd was in no humor for a soft acoustic set. Still, by the time the ballerina appeared, people were ready for a Pink Floyd style show and were not disappointed.
Those were the days, my friend. I thought they'd never end.