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Today was Father's Day. After Sebastian and Mel gave me some lovely gifts and cards we spent the day at home - apart from our morning walk with the dogs that is. I spent some time on the phone talking with my parents including wishing my Dad a Happy Father's Day. Mel, Sebastian and I read books, played with toys and watched an episode of Play School. Sebastian named animals and colours in books and on flashcards. We also built a random construction out of blocks: he added pieces and I reinforced it when it got wobbly. He's a clever little guy and I'm very proud of him.
After Sebastian went to bed I spent an hour out in the garage building a keyboard drawer to mount under the desk in the studio. It isn't mounted yet but so far, so good... I think it might just work. "What?" I hear you say! "Who are you and what have you done with Martin? He can't hammer a nail and is so clumsy that he's (mostly) banned from using power tools." Well, I still have all my limbs and the garage doesn't look like a war zone.
While sawing, hammering and screwing I reminisced a bit about my Dad and the things he used to build: beds, wardrobes, "bed cupboards", puppet stages, breakfast bars, BBQs, concrete slabs, ... I'm not at that level but I'm actually turning out to be reasonably practical and useful. I'm a bit proud of myself...
I also spent a few minutes either side of my garage time running a simple test to see why a new computer might be crashing. I disabled the wireless network driver and got the machine to play an album of music. I came back an hour later and it hadn't crashed - that's much better than other recent efforts. So, although one test doesn't provide any certainty, this supports my hunch that the wireless card/driver is the culprit.
My Dad turns 80 later this year. Not too many years ago computers weren't his thing at all. These day he sits at his computer once or twice a day and hops online. He does email and surfs the web. A couple of years ago he was having USB problems. I sent him a USB PCI card and pointed him at an instructional video on YouTube. He installed the card and it still works fine. I'm proud of him.
These days life seems to move incredibly fast. I'm not sure where life is taking us but it definitely seems to be a good place. Wherever we're going, we're going there as a family. I'll always be there for Sebastian, particularly to provide that little better of reinforcement if things get a bit wobbly. I'm proud of him and I hope that one day he'll be proud of me too.
We drove from Canberra to Sydney and back again today. I did 3 out of the 4 legs and found myself continually astounded by the number of bad drivers I encountered. It was very frustrating. Therefore, I'm going to give the world some driving tips.
However, first let me share a couple of things...
Now for the tips:
Right, now that you have some clues on driving, how about being less annoying next time?
I caught the tail end of Sophie B. Hawkins' live performance on 26 July 2004 at the House of Blues in Chicago, where she was supporting Chris Isaak. I was very impressed by her passionate performance featuring some rather large vocals - not Joplin-esque screaming but big nevertheless. So I bought Wilderness, which was her current album at that time.
This album turns out to be a very good album. However, much of it is quite poppy and isn't the rocker that I expected when I bought it. Many of the tracks aren't really my thing - there's a little too much loopy drum programming for my liking. Still the performances are all very nice especially considering that Hawkins appears to play most of the instruments on many of the tracks.
For me the highlights of the album are Sweetsexywoman and the closing 3 tracks Angel of Darkness, You Make Me High, Feelin' Good. These are the tracks that are more reminiscent of the live performance I saw. They're a bit jazzier and tend to be a bit heavier than the rest of the album. I really like these songs.
However, the album closes with an "Infinite Space Mix" bonus version of an earlier track Soul Lover. This track doesn't do much for me and I feel it detracts from the nice closure that Feelin' Good gives the album. I think I'll delete this "bonus" track from my various media players. I often do this with classic albums that have no need for a "bonus" - sometimes I put the bonus tracks into a separate "album" in case I do actually want to listen to them.
I think I'd like to hear more of Sophie B. Hawkins... though I'm not sure which albums to look at...
The Long Run was the Eagles' last studio album before their 1980 breakup. It is the culmination of the domination of the band by Glenn Frey and Don Henley, and the departure of the other remaining co-founder Randy Meisner. The 4th co-founder, Bernie Leadon had left several years earlier. The move away from country rock to to a heavier pop-rock sound (although still with some country influence) was also complete. That said, the album is also more musically diverse than it's predecessor Hotel California. The Long Run was also the 2nd album I bought "with my own money" (the 1st was Who Are You by The Who).
Although Heartache Tonight, I Can't Tell You Why and the title track gained the most radio play, and continue to do so, they're probably the smoothest and musically least interesting songs on the album. Well, OK, Heartache Tonight at least rocks some amount and is probably the song that caused me to by the album back in 1979. Joe Walsh's In The City shines through "side 1", mostly because the rhythm guitar playing is interesting. Adding spark to "side 2" are Those Shoes, with it's slightly funky tinge, and Teenage Jail, a slow and heavy track that I used to listen to repeatedly. The seemingly throwaway The Greeks Don't Want No Freaks adds a little more novelty before Henley's closer The Sad Café takes the the album out in a similar fashion to Hotel California's The Last Resort. Being a sucker for a great ballad, I've always loved The Sad Café and it is also one of my earliest introductions to nice saxophone solos in nice ballads. :-)
I'll never regret buying the initial vinyl version of The Long Run or replacing it many years later with the CD. It is a very good album with some very good songs performed incredibly well. I don't think it is the great album that The Eagles would have liked to follow up Hotel California with. However, this album continues to demonstrate that The Eagles were outstanding musicians. Although it isn't one of my favourite albums, I do like listening to it every couple of years... and it is still miles ahead of much of the dross churned out by others since...
Today was Father's Day. When Mel and Sebastian gave me a card and gifts this morning, I commented that I hadn't really thought about this Father's Day as being about me. For the past 7 months since Sebastian was born, life has been a mad scramble to try to get things done and get enough sleep. That doesn't seem to be what being a parent is about... or maybe it is?
The card included a failed attempt of ours to get Sebastian's handprint for another project. Mel cut it out and had managed to sketch it into an image of an elk. The gifts included some obligatory socks and undies, which Sebastian apparently insisted that Mel buy for me, and a beautiful photo book that I'll treasure forever.
On the day that Sebastian was born, 7 weeks early, I was terrified that we would lose him. Every time I went somewhere in the hospital I would drop by the NICU to make sure he was OK. His crib was visible from the doorway at the entrance to the NICU so I didn't even have to wash my hands and go right in to check on him - a quick glance from the doorway would reassure me. In the late afternoon I went home to feed the dogs and to organise a few things. In the evening I returned to the hospital and took a detour past the NICU on my way to see Mel. I stood in the doorway of the NICU and my heart hit the floor - Sebastian's crib was empty. However, the monitor above it was still doing all of the right things. I squinted to try and get a better view into the semi-darkness but the crib was still empty... and the monitor was still ticking away. I took a step forward to get a wider view and found that they had pushed Mel's bed up into the NICU. Mel was holding Sebastian for the first time and was smiling the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.
Sometimes music is about the bits you don't play and the space that you leave, allowing the combination to sound much more impressive than any of the parts. Unless you're used to this you can be dissatisfied because all you can hear is your own limitations. In a similar way, sometimes a celebration is about putting together the pieces that you didn't realise were painting a bigger picture because you were busy worrying about the details. Sometimes you need someone to put those pieces together for you and show you the wider view. This isn't just an endless repetition of some crazy day that we manage to scramble through and keep on coming out the other end of. We've come a long way in the past 7 months and it is simply amazing...
Mel, thanks for showing me "amazing"... and thanks for the socks and undies, I'll wear them with pride.
This is usually about albums and an occasional concert... but I want everyone in the world (OK, everyone who reads this) to check out this performance of The Beatles' Across The Universe by Eddi Reader (Fairground Attraction) and Liam Ó Maonlaí (Hothouse Flowers). This performance starts delicate and understated. The RocKwiz Orkestra are as solid as a rock, allowing Ó Maonlaí and Reader to do the right amount of improvisation. During the 3rd chorus you can feel the performance go ethereal - there's a certain edge in the voices, Ó Maonlaí and Reader exchange some glances, and everyone in the room, including the performers, knows that something special has just happened.
I've seen this sort of thing many times during live performances by talented people - it's magic. I can watch one this again and again... and it still stuns me just as it did the first time. Thanks RocKwiz for letting us witness these sorts of performances...
While out walking this morning there was an old-ish woman standing in the middle of the road outside the makeshift church at the local park. She was holding on to a wide open car door and didn't seem in a hurry to move. We weren't concerned for her wellbeing since there were other people around her. However, we did wonder how long she was planning to stand in the middle of the road.
After a while, a van that we've seen around the area a lot came down the road and was heading towards her before slowing down. This prompted me to have the following conversation with myself on behalf of the people involved:
Woman: Take me now, God!
Van driver: Sorry, I'm not God, I'm a caterer!
However, Mel corrected me...
Van driver: Yes I can, I'm a caterer!
She's right, you know... although I guess you need to know an earlier story to make sense of this...
Several years ago I was waiting in the car for Mel to come out of her workplace. I had reversed into my standard corner, with a row of bollards blocking the road behind me and nestled up against a kerb to my left. A van drove up and stopped a short distance away. The driver honked his horn and waved me out of the way. I wound down my window and said "I don't think you can go down there."
He replied "Yes we can, we're caterers!"
I moved, he 1/2 mounted the kerb and drove past the bollards...
I told Mel the story, wondering what other laws, or indeed laws of nature, do not apply to caterers. Got a problem? Call Superman? No! Call some caterers! Want to put your people back to work and open doors of opportunity for your kids? Call some caterers...
In case you're interested, the old-ish woman was not harmed - she moved. And, no, it was a different catering van...