Sunday, 29 November 2009

An Experiment

It's November 29th. Two days ago the satellite muzak thing -- monstrosity, horror, whatever -- at my work, started playing Christmas music, er, oops, sorry, muzak.

I love Christmas (no, really) and i love Christmas music -- in the second week of December, maybe. In November? Nope, i tend to swear (under my breath, of course!) and curse the lot.

OK, here's the experimental part.

I am trying to learn HTML. It's difficult -- especially as the 13-year old down the hall already knows more about it than i do (grrr). But i suppose it's like learning any new language, you're not going to get anywhere until you start to think in it.

Earlier today, i uploaded to Sendspace, "Los Endos" by Patrick Moraz and Ronnie Ciago. Let's see if i can link it HERE

Let me know if it works.

Saturday, 21 November 2009

The End Of Cowtown

That's the link to download the final song from the Cowtown bootleg, "Livin' Like A Trucker."

I hope you've enjoyed this little experiment as much as i have.

Thursday, 19 November 2009

Thursday's Rorysong....

... isn't a song at all, just a DJ nattering.

Here's the link:

Nothing else to yammer about today, so, stay cool, rock on, etc.

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

Cowtown -- Mo'

That's the link for "Bullfrog Blues" -- a real cracker it is, too.

I meant to post this this morning but the Internet connection was down. Schtoopid computers!

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Happy Sunday -- Again

Quote of the day: “One must have a heart of stone to read the death of little Nell without laughing.” – Oscar Wilde

Bought this DVD yesterday. I haven’t watched it yet but of course I’ve seen the film many times. (Steve at the DVD shop said “they don’t make them like that anymore.” Too right.) Basil Rathbone will always be the best Sherlock Holmes in my eyes – he’s the one I grew up with, and back in the days when I smoked pot, whilst my friends were getting high and listening to Hendrix or Pink Floyd, I was watching Basil as Sherlock. I was a weird kid.

That’s the link for a really rather tasty version of “Who’s That Comin’” from Rory’s Cowtown bootleg.

I just came in from my (very occasional) part-time job as a janitor. I generally only do it once or twice a month – three hours’ worth of sweeping and mopping. I’d love to do it more often, though: I enjoy it (mostly), it’s a lot easier than my “other” job – and much better paid, too.

Friday, 13 November 2009

AAARGH! Etc. (plus Rory)

That's the link for "Going To My Hometown" by Rory, from the Cowtown bootleg -- but you only have six days, instead of your usual seven, because i couldn't post yesterday. My computer probs continue....

Everything seemed ok, so maybe this is a new problem? I dunno, but Windows Explorer keeps crashing and the only way to solve it has been to reboot. It's apparently my DivX player that's been causing the crashes, so i have just uninstalled it (although an online forum i looked at suggested that i might have a trojan). (I tried to run Ad-Aware last night but it stalled.)

My next computer will run Linux, this Windows nonsense is giving me (even more) grey hair.

Watched "Burn After Reading" last night (for the 3rd or 4th time). Love that film!

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

Quote of the day: “Dinner at the Huntercombes possessed only two dramatic features: the wine was a farce and the food a tragedy” -- Anthony Powell.

Here's the link to Rory's "Pistol Slapper Blues" from Cowtown:

I think i finally have all my computer problems -- or, at least, the one i mentioned in my last post -- sorted out. I ran System Restore and the file associations returned to normal. Unfortunately, it also disabled my anti-virus program (grr, grr) and i had to uninstall and re-install it, which took up a good part of my leisure time on Monday afternoon. Frustrating, but it's done, and now i can try to get caught up on reading all my spam.

At least i had time to watch a film last night, for the first time in weeks. It wasn't bad

Sunday, 8 November 2009

Happy Sunday!

Spike Milligan quote of the day: It was a perfect marriage. She didn't want to and he couldn't.

Here's the link to today's Rorysong, "Too Much Alcohol" from the Cowtown bootleg:

What a miserable day. No, weather-wise it's a beautiful day, warm, sunny, no snow, no meteorological horrors of any kind; no, 'twas cybernautically miserable.

My CD burning software (Nero) would no longer burn CDs. I spent the morning troubleshooting, uninstalling, re-installing, un-re-installing, cleaning up the registry to get rid of leftovers and then downloading some new software (which i haven't tried yet). All time lost that could have been better spent surfing for music and porn.

And then i went to the pub for a three-course liquid breakfast, so you'll get no more sense out of me today

Friday, 6 November 2009

Winter Is Icumen In (Plus Rory)

Here's the link for Rory Gallagher's "Handy Man" :

We had the first snow of the season two days ago, very light, it melted as soon as it landed. It snowed again last night -- still very light, but i awoke this morning to a fine dusting and some of it still remains. God, i hate winter.

And i'm including this photograph for no other reason than the fact that i love it.

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

You Want Fries With That?

As some of my regular readers will know, I – for my sins – make my living as a cook. And if I say so myself, I’m pretty good at it: I have the touch. But I was thinking a while ago about the restaurant biz, and trying to determine, from the kitchen’s viewpoint, what is the best time of day to go to restaurant?

Right at opening time is no good: the kitchen is usually scrambling to get everything ready, and it’s impossible to give your meal the attention it deserves. Believe me, in every kitchen in the world, the diner who shows up right at opening time is resented.

Lunch-time is out, the kitchen is too busy to give your meal the attention it deserves.

After lunch? Well … no. The kitchen is busy cleaning up after lunch and trying to get ready for supper.

The supper rush? Don’t be silly, the kitchen is ‘way too busy.

After supper? Well, no, clean-up is well underway and the intrusion of customers into the scenario is actively resented.

So that, you might think, pretty much leaves closing time. Forget it. Everyone’s tired, they all want to go home (or to hit the bars) and, in every kitchen in the world, the customer who shows up right at closing time is resented.

Stay home, cook your own food, it’s probably healthier anyway, and … send me all your money because if this catches on I’ll be out of work!

Here’s the link for today’s Rorysong, “Laundromat” from the Cowtown bootleg: Remember, the link is only valid for seven days.

And here, at the request of my beautiful girl Cate, is the video for The Cure’s “The Love Cats.”

Monday, 2 November 2009

Today's Rorysong

Today's Robertson Davies quotation: "Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons."

I meant to post the link for Rory's "Hands Off" yesterday but my Internet connection was playing silly buggers. It's here: but now you only have six days to grab it. Better act fast!

Sunday, 1 November 2009

Chantal Kreviazuk

Robertson Davies Quote Of The Day: "He came of a generation to which any girl, before she is married, is a kind of unexploded bomb." (Tempest-Tost, 1951)

Anyway, i just bought Chantal's new CD, "Plain Jane." (I'd much rather buy an actual physical CD than download, but so much of the stuff i want is unobtainable through my friendly local dealer.)* I do like her music. I love her voice, she has a gift for melody and she's been around for long enough that professionalism shines through. This is delicious stuff.

* I've probably told the story of my attempt to buy Jack Bruce's CD "Spirit" via my FLD: he said he could get it, i ordered it, 4 months later it still hadn't arrived and so i reluctantly downloaded it. The next week it arrived at my FLD's. This sort of nonsense must be as frustrating for him as it is for me and it goes a long way towards explaining why the record labels are in such trouble.