Today's post is a head dump, so you can either roll with me or scan through it for nuggets I guess.
First up, I re-started an instagram account. I did have one but I must have done something bad at some point because they took my @mrsionsmith username off me thus forcing me to think of another. You can find me @badharedays but if you scroll right down to the bottom of the page here, you'll find a link called Cool Shit that will take you there. My reason for going back to it, is that I was looking for a way to let readers here know of cool shit (natch) that I had come across on my travels - namely, music, books and movies.
I'll still post about really cool shit here but that seemed to be as good a way as any of feeding the site with things I think are neat and that you may enjoy also. Plus I can feed it from my phone which is another bonus - and that's quite enough extra accounts for one lifetime.
I also just found out that The Dead Daises will be playing around the country in December. This is good news - check them out. John Corabi is a real class act and the other guys in the band are no slouches either. You can find their dates here. Is that something I should have dumped on the instagram thing? It probably is, but what's the point in having rules if you can't mess with them every now and again.
One of the blogs I like checking in on more than 'quite often' is Last Night's Reading (check it out to see why) and today, this great illustration did it for me:
...and it works because I've never heard it put so eloquently. Trying to make the two things different from the sake of it, is simply pointless. At it's heart, there's no difference between the guy across the street getting high on Vivaldi and me getting my kicks from Van Halen. That's what we're all here for right? To love what we love because it resonated and not for critics to point our minds in one direction or the other.
Just to rock the boat because I can, I'm going to post this here. I still think it's one of the greatest music performances I've ever seen.
Maybe tomorrow I will whizz across the road and see what the man thinks of this:
There you go. Supposedly high and supposedly low culture appearing together in perfect harmony. I don't think anybody can have an argument with that.
Yesterday afternoon, I had the craziest idea to poke around in the concept of recording a spoken word album. When I mentioned this out loud to somebody, the response came:
"Will it be like Poe meets Kiss"
To which I made a grand denial, but now some time has passed I think I'd like to know what that might be like, but one idea at a time.
No, this initial idea was to work up something along the lines of Jim Morrison's An American Prayer which I love now as much as I did the first time I heard it. Current plan is to look around and see if I can find a band to do it with, but we'll see how that goes - I've had experience of bands before.
Can I have that as 'understatement of the year'?
It will be called The Dirt Will Find You, and that's good enough for me right now.
Back to work slackers.