I could go on about how life has pretty much destroyed me.....but all I care about is AnnaLee Her beauty makes me smile and that's what I need to get through a day. Now, how about marriage 
Getting tired of all these Twitter based arrests in the UK. The judicial system in this system is an absolute joke. Just down the road from me some guy decided to punch someone, for no reason at all. The guy was just walking down the street minding his own business. He hit is head hard and 6 months still lies in a bed incapable of speaking. The guy who hit him got 12 months in jail. At the same time, some idiot (and please don't think I agree with him) wore a self made t-shirt which glorified the killing of two police officers....he got 6 months. Some guy who made some very disrespectful comments on Twitter got 3 months.
I guess my point is 2 fold. Where did freedom of speech disappear to in the UK and when did we start getting so touchy?
As sensible people, when we see something that insults us on twitter we block it, unfollow or report it. We don't pick up the phone, call the police and tell them I've found something insulting! The guy who harassed an Olympian had his front door kicked in at dawn and was dragged out and arrested. I wonder would the same happen if I reported the abuse I get?
It really is a pathetic society that we feel we need to run to the authorities everytime something goes against our grain. Still, the judicial system doesn't help. We seem happier jailing people expressing their views while taking it easier on the rest of the criminal fraternity. By the way, as a tangent, can someone explain to me how you can get a reduced sentence by admitting you're guilty...where the hell is the logic in that!!!!!
As Stephen Fry once said:
It's now very common to hear people say, "I'm rather offended by that", as if that gives them certain rights. It's no more than a whine. It has no meaning, it has no purpose, it has no reason to be respected as a phrase. "I'm offended by that." Well, so fucking what?'
I guess my point is 2 fold. Where did freedom of speech disappear to in the UK and when did we start getting so touchy?
As sensible people, when we see something that insults us on twitter we block it, unfollow or report it. We don't pick up the phone, call the police and tell them I've found something insulting! The guy who harassed an Olympian had his front door kicked in at dawn and was dragged out and arrested. I wonder would the same happen if I reported the abuse I get?
It really is a pathetic society that we feel we need to run to the authorities everytime something goes against our grain. Still, the judicial system doesn't help. We seem happier jailing people expressing their views while taking it easier on the rest of the criminal fraternity. By the way, as a tangent, can someone explain to me how you can get a reduced sentence by admitting you're guilty...where the hell is the logic in that!!!!!
As Stephen Fry once said:
It's now very common to hear people say, "I'm rather offended by that", as if that gives them certain rights. It's no more than a whine. It has no meaning, it has no purpose, it has no reason to be respected as a phrase. "I'm offended by that." Well, so fucking what?'
Wow, it's 42 years today that Pink Floyds Atom Heart Mother was released in the UK. I'm celebrating by dusting off the album and giving it a play. I don't listen to this album enough. I remember the first time I bought it, which was only about 10-12 years ago, the title track just blew me away. This was progressive music as it's best, really pushing the boundaries with a 20 minute long instrumental with brass, orchestra and choirs. For me it was the link between their earlier stuff like Piper and Saucerful to the early 70'S Darkside. Alot of people see Meddle as that connecting album but for me Meddle wouldn't exist without Atom Heart Mother.
Everything about the album is perfect, from the random Storm Thorgenson cover to the great range of music within. The title track aside you had the amazingly soft and beautiful "If" by Roger Waters with some of his best lyrics..."If I were a swan I'd be gone...If I were a train I'd be late again...And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you more often than I do).
Then you had Rick Wrights Summer '68 which drives along with all his late 60 misdemeanors. Then you have the sublime Dave Gilmours Fat Old Sun which is just a sit back in a field on a sunny Sunday kind of song. And to finish it all off you have Alans Psychedelic Breakfast, proving that even throw away studio ideas can be turned into something. The highlight of this song is the sound effects of Alan actually making his breakfast. If you listen to it on headphones the sizzling bacon will actually make your mouth water. And the far away noise of a plane over head, the lighting of the gas, just brilliant.
As an aside, the original 12" had a groove at the end, so the final bit of the record, the sound of a dripping tap, went on forever until you picked up the needle.
Here's to a moment of genius!
Everything about the album is perfect, from the random Storm Thorgenson cover to the great range of music within. The title track aside you had the amazingly soft and beautiful "If" by Roger Waters with some of his best lyrics..."If I were a swan I'd be gone...If I were a train I'd be late again...And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you more often than I do).
Then you had Rick Wrights Summer '68 which drives along with all his late 60 misdemeanors. Then you have the sublime Dave Gilmours Fat Old Sun which is just a sit back in a field on a sunny Sunday kind of song. And to finish it all off you have Alans Psychedelic Breakfast, proving that even throw away studio ideas can be turned into something. The highlight of this song is the sound effects of Alan actually making his breakfast. If you listen to it on headphones the sizzling bacon will actually make your mouth water. And the far away noise of a plane over head, the lighting of the gas, just brilliant.
As an aside, the original 12" had a groove at the end, so the final bit of the record, the sound of a dripping tap, went on forever until you picked up the needle.
Here's to a moment of genius!
