29 June 2006

Update on greatest local Irish band you've never heard of: Hercules Mulligan

Okay, apparently I've become quite the social maven these last two weeks. Normally I can be described as a hermit of sorts, happily confined to my apartment, semi-decent books, semi-poor financial scheme, and...with any luck...a good Nascar race and even better movies on the telly. Some weekends I just come in and retreat to a quiet spot and just stay the hell in. People are okay to be around, the problem for me is that I have limited patience with a good deal of them...especially the drama queens, gossip mongers, and hellfire and brimstone contingent. Unfortunately, those groups make up a good subsection of the local community. We need some open-minded hellraisers who've actually done some traveling and listen to something other than corporate radio. We're getting there, trust me, but right now the fishbowl water needs changing.

That said, when I got an email the other day saying my fave local Irish band, Hercules Mulligan (see previous review in the archives of April 28), was doing another show at Tir Na nOg Pub in Raleigh, I was out the door in a flash. My dear friend (and practically brother), the Wise Ricky (who shall now be deemed 'WR' as I'm feeling lazy with my typing today), attended and were once again quite enamoured. The crowd last night had a few 'ringers' of band friends, but that only added to the 'participatory' element of the program. And I've gotta hand it to Chris, the lead singer: I counted 4 whiskey shots (and WR countered I was low-balling that number, it was Whiskey & Wine Wednesday at the nOg, after all) and not only was 'participatory' easily said with no slurring, copious amounts of Irish lyrics were done with great ease, too. (I'm almost certain they exhausted the playbook last night.) I'm not sure exactly what Chris' actual Irish heritage is, but his performance behind the mike (both singing and no) would have done many of the Dublin acts WR and I have seen proud. And we have adopted 'participatory' as the new benchmark of drunkenness: if you can still say it without hesitation and slurring, you're all good...just don't drive.

The musicianship is top notch, as usual. The band had switched out the fiddle/mandolin player from the April gig, but the quality is certainly still there and additionally he sung a song that can best be described as Steve Earle Appalachia. (And I love Steve Earle, although he's bordering almost too left for my politics these days. But I digress...) Apparently this was public gig #2 for the guys...something that should be remedied immediately as they are very worthy of a fan base and some critical attention. Even now, am drafting some emails to make these guys better known to my friends and fellow social imbibers. Other locals: send me an email and as soon as I hear something about the next gig, you're getting an email from me. But you need to come to the show, and bring your fun-lovin' friends with you. Added plus: while the nOg has issues with their fries (over-seasoned), they do (God Bless 'em) have wonderful pints of Southwick's beer (which they'll even charge in half pint rates). (Ed: per the beloved WR, it's Smithwicks Irish Ale. No wonder I thought it tasted suspiciously like Kilkenny Irish Beer, as it's made in the same city.)

Additional info from the band members from their email (used with verbal permission from a member last night) follows. And apologies to David, for misidentifying him in the earlier post.

The members of Hercules Mulligan are:

Chris King – Vocals and Bodhran – For almost thirteen years, Chris has been insinuating himself onto the stages of successful, yet unsuspecting Irish musicians. He has sung and played with the likes of Derek Warfield, Paddy Noonan, Paddy Gibney, Harry O’Donahue, and Mick Bermingham.

David Cauthorn - Rhythm Guitar - David brings a rhythm guitar style to Irish song that is influenced by the traditional mountain folk music of the Appalachia, and its offspring- traditional bluegrass.

Zack Mondry – Bass Fiddle and Mandolin – Recently arrived in the Triangle from Arizona, Zack specializes in oldtime country, bluegrass, folk, and blues styles.

Chris Mankoff – Fiddle, Mandolin, and Vocals – The newest Mulligan, Chris comes to us from Durham, where has played Irish, oldtime, and bluegrass music for years.

28 June 2006

Video of the Week: June 28 Gnarls Barkley

Finally, a video for Psychology graduate and Rorschach inkblot test lovers everywhere: a video for the rest of us!! (And I always thought it would be David Byrne or The Talking Heads or Peter Gabriel who would use this idea, but noooo. Although you have to admit The Talking Heads using a psychological test for a video does make sense, and God Bless 'em, they always did.) I LOVE this video, although I am sure a *ton* of blood, sweat, and tears went into the making and editing of this one. I do NOT envy the graphics director at all.

Without further adieu, Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy":




His website, though, while technically quite nice and gadget-happy, is a bit difficult to navigate...or it was for me, anyway.


(Edited 7/2/06) Lyrics here, from Leo's Lyrics.


This was actually to include three videos: this one, Trey Anastasio's (from Phish fame) new release "Shine", and Robbie Robertson's (from The Band) haunting new song "Somewhere Down That Crazy River". Leave it to YouTube and other video sights to have countless videos of Britney Spears dropping her baby, but yet nothing featuring some decent music that isn't lip-synched. I can't find these videos on the artists' respective websites for video download, either. (Anybody...help!)

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Additionally, music-wise locally: Hercules Mulligan are playing again tonight at the Tir Na Nog Irish Pub, downtown Raleigh. While the pub's webpage (referenced in the sidebar to the right here) says 7:30pm show time, I have been emailed a correction from a band member that it's actually starting at 7pm. If you can possibly make it, don't miss them...fantastic musicianship and very good show!

25 June 2006

Day Tripping: Pittsboro and S&T's Soda Shoppe

I am proud to say I live in this great state of North Carolina. Coming from a prolonged existence in the Midwest (which was a very good base as a child and teen, but left me seriously lacking for more diversity and opportunity), the Cardinal State has been a wonderful home to me, almost a retreat. I've been here more than a decade now, and luckily have been able to somehow to survive financially in one of the wealthier areas of the state, situated happily enough to the beach, the mountains, and cities both large and small. Times are much more stable for me now (praise Lord), but not a winter day goes by that I don't thank the heavens that NC doesn't get too cold in December. I have decided to make NC my base until I am able to make the move to my beloved Australia (a goal I once had as a child as we all do to run off somewhere beautiful, but it became fully developed a few years ago), and it's only because I love Oz so...and not because Carolina has lost her luster (we frequently drop the 'North' off our phrasings here, unless you are close to the South Carolina border or are a transplanted Yankee).

That said, and given my heavy workloads during the week in jobs past and present, my time actually exploring this fine area is sadly lacking. Truthfully, it's been confined to whatever I can do on the extended holidays or the weekend. I had a goal when I first moved here to eat at all the BBQ places in the state; I fully realize the folly of that (even if I started now, it would take years at 3 meals a day), but it's one of those goals you develop when you come here...you just want to go out and meet the locals.



My past weekend's excursion took me to the fine little county seat of Chatham County, Pittsboro. Pittsboro is known for its antique and resale shops, town square with roundabout around the colonial courthouse, about equal distance between Chapel Hill and Sanford. In days recent, it has become a site of enormous growth, as new homes, shopping developments and a proposed (and much-feared) Wal-Mart is possibly coming into the 15-501 highway corridor. It is also known as the neighbour to the much-heralded Fearrington Village, a highly prized residential area and home of the 5 star Fearrington House (inn & restuarant). Not bad for a town that's mostly comprised (still) of farmland and pastures on all sides and where traffic jams are still unknown.

While I have only indulged at the grandeur (and expense) of the Fearrington House Restaurant once or twice, occasionally I'll get a wild hair and make the trek down to Pittsboro and go to my favourite ice cream parlour: S&T's Soda Shoppe, right in downtown. To say this place is packed year round may be an understatement, to say it's worth any reasonable length of drive (as in my case) in the summer time is worthy of an 'amen'. It is still outfitted like its original days as a pharmacy, but with 30+ flavours of some of the best homemade ice cream available. The staff are good to excellent, although frequently always on the rush as some small child is tugging along for second helpings. The snacks and lunches are good, and all are served in honest-to-goodness silverware and dishes. On good days, some tables are even available for outside dining to help with the crowd control, as I frequently use if given the option. While dogs are not allowed on the inside, the staff, owners, and other patrons are very dog friendly. Great place to go have a nice lunch and read a book, or bring the pooch and engage in some people watching near the town square. It's the kind of place few of us ever went to as kids, and is also one of those places we should all be fighting for (and frequenting) to make sure it stays around for the next generation.

Last July, Our State magazine profiled this little happy place in great detail in an article called "Frosty Flavors". And, no, the comments written still do not give S&T's proper justice. (Am trying to find an online link, as my copy is a little worn from wear to do a proper scan. If I'm still unsuccessful in a few days, I'll attempt the scan and place it here as an edited item.)

The News & Observer even wrote them a glowing review.




Address and Phone: 85 Hillsboro St, Pittsboro, NC 27312, (919) 545-
0007. They do take call-ahead orders and do also host birthday parties and the like...and have an old time Wurlitzer jukebox for musical entertainment
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Must haves: the banana split (although you might need to scale it down if only one person...it's huge), and the fresh-made sandwiches.

24 June 2006

Saturday Evening: Thoughts to Ponder On

In my haste, I forgot to add I have included Think Arete Quote of the Day also in the sidebar now (a new quote appears when the page is refreshed). Love that site, really helpful...especially when one suffers from writer's block as much as I do.

Also, have found two more on my own I'll include:

Nothing is permanent but change. - Heroditus

Good timber does not grow in ease.
The stronger the wind, the tougher the trees.
A real person either presents a challenge
Or raises up to accept one. - Anonymous

Saturday Catch-All

A few brief announcements in this entry, as I'm not feeling too well today and...while I love you all very much LOL...the last thing my body feels like doing right now is being tied to a computer in any fashion.

Maintenance items: I have finally redone the AdSense and other advertising buttons so people (hopefully) will not be accidentally reading an article and then get sent off to save the world's missing socks. I don't know why it happened still, but after many tests last night after the storms subsided, it looks like it's all good now. If you encounter further problems, please do not hestitate to contact me.

I have also moved a few things around thematically, not because anyone complained per se, but rather just because they were bugging me.

Per requests, I will also update the links on the sidebar to incorporate the more recently referenced ones, and also will 'flesh out' the blogroll. Yes, I do read several blogs, I just never knew anybody else cared what they were besides me.

which segues nicely to...

Brief Explanation of My 43 Things: Also on the sidebar you will find some of the 27 things I am currently 'doing' (I try to allow room for screw-ups and temporary tangents, as those that know me in real life know that I more than inclined to do). Good friends claim I am borderline ADD, I can assure you I am not (have been tested, though), but instead just a super-curious dyslexic Aquarian Aussieophile female transplanted Midwesterner...and that should explain everything.

For those of you not aware of the site, 43 Things is a great website that's part motivational, part inspirational, and part common-sense. In short, it lets you list the 43 things you want to do with your life, helps you find people doing the same or similar goals, and then provides a forum where you and others can support and devise ways to accomplish the set upon goals. Consider it a virtual community of like-minded people who all want the same thing and have tips and comments on how to achieve these. I'm fascinated I admit by how many of us want to 'fall in love' there (7226), but was depressed that only one other person wanted to study Leonardo da Vinci (and hence I ended up dropping it myself when I deemed some of the other goals on my list more tangible and/or immediate). Give it a try...some very interesting (and positive and forward-thinking) people frequent there.

Take care. I'll try harder tomorrow...promise.

23 June 2006

Update: More Confusing Reports from March 14

We are experiencing particularily heavy storms tonight, so the 'regularly scheduled' blog I've been outlining all day is on hold for this evening as I keep getting knocked off my cable-connected DSL. That said, there is also some important news re: new information on the alleged Duke University lacrosse team rape, beating, and robbery.

More than 500 additional pages of evidence were released from local DA Nifong to defense attorneys yesterday. True to form, not all of that evidence was then given to the press...the defense team can certainly be charged with 'cherry-picking' their PR information. However, the local Time Warner cable TV news station has done a short review of the new information ("Police report: Accuser in Duke case was nervous and changed story")...and also included a link to the newly released official police report (warning: explicit in nature; however, in sign of rare decency in journalism with this whole incident, the alleged victim's name has been blacked out to protect her identity).

Additionally, Sports Illustrated magazine has done a cover story ("The Damage Done")on the whole affair and is taking a good deal of heat about it, too, at least so far from HuffPo readers.

This is only going to get uglier...and stranger, if that's even possible...especially now that Nifong et al predict the soonest a trial to begin on this whole affair will be Spring 2007.

And the world and Durham turns. More commentary on the latter article after the storms subside, hopefully tomorrow.

22 June 2006

Death Among the Paper Stacks

Gone to training today, in theory to get a little more educated for work. I swear I have become a glorified paper pusher now as my official job description...and I'm still waiting to find a course that helps me succeed more at that.

I think Dave Walker's cartoon (from his site We Blog Cartoons) sums it up best for me these days.

cartoon from www.weblogcartoons.com


Cartoon by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons

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21 June 2006

Where My Heart is Today: Stonehenge for The Summer Solstice Sunrise in Wiltshire, England

Each year, I vow I will make it to this hollowed ground and see the sunrise on 21 June at Stonehenge. Like finding my family's birthplace in the Scotland, this holds particular interest to me, too, as I also am a small bit Welsh and Irish historically...two nationalities closely tied to those who allegedly constructed Stonehenge. I desperately attempted to find someone who would do a webcam for live coverage of the sunrise this year, but alas I was unsuccessful. Apparently the turnout was lower this year (and also calmer) because of heavy rains the night before; in addition, heavy cloud cover also prevented a 'full-on' sunrise display. Oh well...hope springs eternal for next year.

The following pictures and article are from BBC News, © BBC 2006. Ironically the BBC is the place I dreamed to go work most as a child, until I found out they (obviously) give very strong preference to fellow Brits and British nationals for employment. That, and I could never say 'aluminum' and 'schedule' the way they do without hesitation.

© BBC 2006.

© BBC 2006.


"Peaceful start to summer solstice" (This article also has some helpful animation snippets to show why the Summer Solstice is, and always has been, such a big deal there...although how much significance it had to the lives of our ancestors is still widely being investigated.)

Josh Bernstein's show "Digging for the Truth" on The History Channel is the best I've seen explaining how this massive structure was built, and they even try and recreate it. (Go to Family Screen Scene's review...as The History Channel doesn't really have one, boo...and search for the "Stonehenge Secrets Revealed" subsection to see what you've missed from history class.) Really fascinating show, they recently repeated this episode, maybe they'll do it again sometime soon.

20 June 2006

The wants and needs of today's patriotism

Not a lot of time to post today (we're still deep in the throes of post-Stanley Cup celebrations here, after all), but I read a fascinating opinion piece today about the status of what 'patriotism' is here in America. While there are some commentaries I feel disapproval with (The Dixie Chicks, bashing, for instance), there are other...and grander...points made here about how this country has become so compartimentalized in its actions, its policies, its very dreams that it is perhaps undercutting its own purpose. The statements made about this country's leaders and citizens no longer wanting to achieve lofty goals, but just countless specific policy issues really resonated with me. I think that's why we hark back so fondly for Presidents Kennedy, Truman, and both Roosevelts...there seems to be a time now overlooked when we believed...genuinely believed...we had a great purpose on earth, and also knew we had the skills and heart to carry those goals through to fruition. Now, we just appear to have ever-wavering levels of self-doubt, self-remorse, and self-hatred.

Most readers know I am liberal, but I think I'm a centrist liberal...whatever that means exactly, I'm a little vague. Maybe I'm being 'selfish' like the Dixie Chicks are accused of being, too, but I have several 'wants' for this great land and I am willing (and have and will continue to) to make these wants into achieved actions. I want better use of my tax dollars and I want the introduction of lobby reform to make it happen. I want a third political party financed and supported as well as the two major, but corrupt, existing ones. I want my borders secure, and English the primary language spoken (the same language my ancestors from Clan Chattan in the Scottish highlands learned and taught for generations now). And while I oppose what idiocy this current administration has entered us into the last half decade, I want my military forces well-cared for and their families not dependent on food stamps to survive. I want us out of wars where we don't have a plan on what the hell we are doing, not only now but also in the future.

I also want, though, a formulated plan for not only helping the homeless in Iraq find shelter but also those still living in tents from New Orleans...why am I, as a taxpayer, still paying for 10,000+ mobile homes (caravans) to sit empty in an Arkansas prairie while hundreds could use that home, no matter where they are from??? After we get those 10,000+ occupied, let's build some affordable homes, somehow and someway, for everyone else who needs it. I want food for the hungry and especially the children, if that means school breakfasts and/or school lunches for them to survive, so be it: let the proud farmers and the parents of this country see these young ones flourish and live. I want basic (non-rote memorization) education for those same students because not everything in life is going to be a multiple choice test nor are we going to be given the answers ahead of time for us to memorize...I want to see the kids think on their own again. I want us, as a country, to think on our own again.

And not wants, but demands: bring in the fair tax (as espoused by Neal Boortz) and provide national healthcare for all US citizens (stress the 'US' and 'citizens' words especially). And also I demand we investigate just how well this "John Wayne Global Policy" we've been on for decades now is working...while we're still a superpower and can modify those policies before we're overtaken by others.

And, as a native born citizen of this fine land, one final demand: to dream again, and dream big. I'm so, so weary of being intimidated into a bottomless well of self-doubt and self-inaction. Let me be proud and unafraid once more...let me be an American without shame.

(The above article was linked from Real Clear Politics.)

19 June 2006

Whatever It Takes: Stanley Cup Champions 2006

Copyright © 2006 Carolina Hurricanes Hockey Club.

Yeah, that pretty much says it all. It is bedlam here in central North Carolina. I didn't have the $1000 to go buy a seat from a scalper, but there was much joy here in my humble abode as well (as my neighbours can attest).

College basketball, college women's soccer, and now National Hockey League champs. Who would've thunk it for the Triangle?

I would like to add I would gladly marry Cam Ward right now, even though he is 14 years my junior and also engaged...but I wish him and the fiancee every bit of success and joy. A great guy, future leader, soft-spoken. Very deserving of the MVP honour. A tremendous job at goal, truly! They've won another hockey convert.

Links to news reports and videos here:

"Carolina Edges Oilers To Win Stanley Cup"

"Stanley Cup Champs! Canes Win Game 7"

"Hurricanes Win the Stanley Cup"

The Stanley Cup Champs 2006: The Carolina Hurricanes

And the official Carolina Hurricanes website.

Congratulations, champs. You got it done...and with style, teamship, and hard work. We're very, very proud.

17 June 2006

Guilty Pleasure Saturday: "Voices" by Russ Ballard

It has been a stressful, stressful day. The computer, work, family, friends, the Hurricanes playing Game 6 tonight in Edmonton, payday's on Thursday and I'm depleted of adult beverages, my discipline regarding keeping on budget is waning, Father's Day is tomorrow, on and on ad nauseum...

I know, get the hell off my high horse and STFU already. There are people dying not only overseas, but also just down the street. And you're right. Today I'm just not coping well...at all.

In what must be a record for me, I found another music video from what seems like eons ago (1984) to supplement my 'frazzled but yet not altered' mental state. I can never HEAR this song on the radio anymore (not even on the 'retro' radio stations nor even on the 'all-80's' weekend marathons)...imagine my shock and disbelief when I actually came across the link to the VIDEO of it on YouTube (the source I always use for my video uploads here). The world is a funny, funny place but thank God I'm not the only one who remembers the songs of my adolescent youth with mild to heavy fondness (frequently the music was the only thing I had, especially in high school). And thank God so many of those hooked on to musical nostalgia also know how to upload old music videos.

Hands down, one of THE favourite songs of mine from the '80s. I have no idea why this guy only had 'one' hit (he even had that Ric Ocasek look from The Cars that was all the rage there for a bit, crossed with possible drug user sunken in cheeks look, too), but this one hit was a great one. He used to be the lead singer of Argent and is a great guitarist...you'd think that would get him some kind of marketing. But, alas, no apparently. My fellow Aquarian Michael Mann (from his "Miami Vice" days) apparently inspired this (like so many other vids and even songs..."All She Wants to Do Is Dance" by Don Henley, anyone?). I have a friend that argues that Mr Mann's 1980s works inspired the style of filmmaking used to much fame in "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and "Traffic". I argue it's just because they all featured drugs, deserts, and irrational people a wee bit too much. (My friend, by the way, doesn't even remember much of the 80's, as he was then aspiring to be the next Tony Montana of suburban Atlanta. Now he's cleaned up his act and gives drug smuggling training to the State Bureaus of Investigation along the Atlantic seaboard.)

Listen to the lyrics...while I've often wondered if there isn't a verse 'missing in action' on a menu somewhere, these are pretty good. Simplistic, yet universal. Oppressed, repressed, angry, dangerous, doubtful. Not too wordy...a Goldlilocks song of '80s angst, if you will. My SBI friend loves this song, too, as he steadfastly believes it's about drug-induced paranoia. I argue (never having even remotely been to that stage of 'mental unconsciousness' myself) that it is still highly applicable to Hollywood today still and maybe even now to mainstream politics (would perhaps explain a few things.)

Incidentally, this is one of the two songs I've ever done completely solo live in all of my years of being onstage in one capacity or another...and *this* was the one that went over well. LOL. Both Ballard's radio version and ours featured a killer guitar solo sequence before the last two sets of the repeating chorus, which is sadly missing from the video. (I'm guessing to help it get airplay on MTV?)

I give you Russ Ballard and his phenomenal one hit: "Voices"




Lyrics can be found here from Leo's Lyrics.


VH1 has a very limited biography on Mr. Ballard, and I have yet to find a comprehensive 'artist' website on him. (If you do, please email me.)


(And, yes, I know I need to get back to some 'serious' blogging. Tomorrow's shaping up to be a tough day for me, "but come Monday...it may just be alright", to plagerize Jimmy Buffett a bit there. I vow to don my more Concerned Citizen Hat next week and stick with it, for a few days at least.)

16 June 2006

I don't love you, I don't want you to love me

So tonight, after a fairly productive day at work, I was kindly asked by new neighbours if I had a TV with VCR, and if I did, could they pay me $20 to have their 5 year old child come watch a video while they continued to unload the rental. The poor dears looked worn out from the heat and the mother, almost six months along with child numero dos, appeared she was on the express bus to temporary insanity. I looked at the child (who was very shy and retiring, just like I like them and as I was to some degree myself at that age), looked at the weary parents, declined the money, and agreed to surrender my boob tube and VCR over to the very audience for which it now exists: the exceptionally impressionable preschool youth.

I was preparing some pork chops for the oven, and had just popped some popcorn for my young Mr Ebert (being a good hostess and all), when the door knock came. I came eagerly to the door, Orville Redenbacher's lightly buttered best in hand, to the sight of a very relieved mother and small shy one holding an oversized 'sippy' cup. A purple one, in fact. An oversized, purple 'sippy' cup with Barney arms as handles. At that point, I should have known to bring out the beer, but somehow I thought that would make a bad impression on the child so I kept it cold in the fridge, untouched. Little did I know then I had nothing to fear from the kitchen or its fine beverages, but from the TV instead.

We started off well enough, about a half hour of "Dora the Explorer" on one of the kids networks, then at my insistence to try out the DVD player we watched the first 20 minutes or so of "Finding Nemo". I love anal-retentive clown fish, my little new friend Max did not. So I was brave and asked if he had brought videos. Silently but with a beaming smile, he dug into his little grocery bag and promptly handed over 5 (not 1 or 2, even 3...but 5) Barney videos. And only Barney videos. Then he held up the Cup of Lucifer and asked for some apple juice.

Let's just say, after tonight's 3 hour experience, I want to be mentally incapicitated in about 20 years (some could argue that I am now already, I know). I do not want the likes of beloved Max making decisions for my money, nor sending our youth to war, and certainly not trying to implement any sort of social program. I thought the Teletubbies were so hysterically bad that they could only be appreciated by those over 18 and appropriately drunk and/or stoned. The Teletubbies, in comparison to Barney, are friggin' geniuses, even the gay "Tinky Winky" one. Barney, dear friends, is the anti-Christ for the mind. Or the spirit. Or the sane adult personality. I've currently lost mine, about 10 minutes and 3 renditions into "I Love You, You Love Me"...Barney's singalong theme song. Which Max did a Axl Rose on and yelled over and over, despite my attempts to calm him down.

Just Above Sunset recaps the whole horrific affair between Barney and the Christian Right, although I don't care who opposes him...just make it quick and painless for the rest of us, I beg you):

And Barney? Barney – that purple singing dinosaur? Joseph Chambers, a Pentecostal minister from Charlotte, North Carolina, is the author of "Barney: The Purple Messiah" – a booklet that denounces the faux dinosaur as “a tool of Satan and homosexuals.” (Buy the booklet here for only a dollar). (Ed note: 6/16/2006, item pulled from sale, as it was also from other vendors for fear of legal action by Barney's creators). It's not just that Barney is purple (a clear sign of deviant sexuality) - Chambers is REALLY worried about something more -

Barney is much more than just a fun creature of kids' imaginations. He is a politically correct teacher of everything on the liberal left's agenda, from New Age evolution to radical ecology.

To many children Barney has become a guru of sorts. He teaches transcendental thought and mystical ideas. Nothing comes through Barney's teachings more clearly than the New Age idea of using our minds to create miracles. No one should deny that positive or negative thinking can tremendously affect our lives. But such powers are clearly physical and end with the normal experiences we enjoy. God alone is supernatural.

Got it. Flaming and ALSO heretical. And purple.

Thank God, though, a dear friend was home after this ordeal...someone who could listen, relate, perhaps even empathize. She did one better...she found a way for me to 'kill' Barney. And I'm damn happy right now.

The Barney Fun Page

Since I may still be in recovery over the next few days, it's unknown still if I'll be back online to post tomorrow. Either way, take care until we 'meet' again.

15 June 2006

Songs of the Week, (Country Goes Pop), June 15

As a sure sign that I must be getting older, I am recalling with much fondness these days of when 'pop/Top 40' singers and the like used to copy older country acts. With everyone from Johnny Cash to Hank Williams, Sr., to Jim Reeves, it seems to come in cycles about how 'newer' acts seem to feel a need to pay homage to the 'old ones'. You can blame it on Willie Nelson, Elvis Presley, Lynard Skynard or even Kris Kristofferson...but no matter whose mantle you lay this burden upon, somewhere many years ago it became hip for 'pop' to become 'country'. I cut my teeth on the older style of country as a child, but then went straight for heavy metal (and then more stylish over-produced '80s British stuff) as I rebelled as a teen. Now, I can barely stand to listen to the childish monotony of what passes as Top 40, and can't handle the endless (and frequently mindless) drone of talk radio. And let's not even get me started on about corporate radio stations such as the behemoth Clear Channel Communications, which is hands down the most frightening thing we have in the American mass media today. (Salon.com did a wonderful series about this monopolistic company recently.) I'm not sure when it happened actually, but if I can't find it and download it off Napster or listen to internet online radio from wilds unknown, I find myself turning the radio dial back to country.

It is now with a great deal of amused surprise that I see that the cycle is coming around. Perhaps I just didn't pay attention when Garth Brooks was doing this many years ago by remaking Billy Joel songs, but he definitely has brought on a pack with him. As country has found a rougher, rockier edge what used to pass for rock is being swallowed whole by lyrics-defeatist rap or over-sampled dance acts. To be honest it's depressing when you think about it...if a great band such as The Kinks were to drop in on the music scene now, they most likely would never get a recording contract, let alone any airplay (and they had a hard enough time doing that very thing, anyway). So while Garth apes Billy, Travis Tritt vocalizes The Eagles, and Merle Haggard redoes the classical standard (the latter album, "Unforgettable" by The Hag HIGHLY recommended, by the way), I also bring out two of my best contenders for Country Goes Pop this week. Will the circle be unbroken, indeed.

The first is what has been recently done and attempted by country stud du jour Tim McGraw, a wonderful song called "When The Stars Go Blue". I have listened to both versions, and as much as I would like to support Mr Faith, I feel I just have to go with the original and much better version, a duet featuring The Corrs and U2 frontman Bono. While this song was originally done by them as part of a fundraiser, the clip below is them performing it live last year for Live 8.

All clips featured below are from YouTube, as I always do here.

"When the Stars Go Blue", duet with The Corrs and Bono




Lyrics here (original as written by Ryan Adams, and featured on the as the album "VH1 Presents The Corrs Live In Dublin", and featuring Bono), from www.leoslyrics.com)

The Corrs website

U2 website (Bono's the lead singer, in case you've been living under a rock for the last 20 years or so)


The second is the all-powerful (and FAR superior than the original version) wonder that was the late Johnny Cash's last hit. Initially this song is an industrial, pseudo-S&M kinda mood from none other than Nine Inch Nails. However, what Rick Rubin did by bringing this song to Mr Cash and making it into the transfixing gem it is...is nothing short of astounding. Arguably this is one of Cash's best songs in the latter part of his career, and it also deserves the highest acclaim of best video certainly for Cash, but probably for the whole genre as well. Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you:

"Hurt", as performed by none other than the late, great Johnny Cash




Lyrics here (original as written by Trent Reznor, was modified by Johnny Cash and Rick Rubin for the cover version, also from www.leoslyrics.com)

The Johnny Cash website

The Nine Inch Nails website (Trent Reznor is the lead singer and songwriter)


There's an interesting article about "Hurt" here (from Wikipedia). I hate to say it, but I think Reznor's (lead singer and songwriter of NIN) right when he says the song is 'not mine anymore'. Mr Cash blew the thing out of the water, and what he didn't achieve vocally, he more than did so in the video. Of all the images I carry with me from The Man in Black (and I grew up listening and singing to his songs like millions have and still do), it is perhaps these last images from the video, with his beloved June Carter overlooking him as his Guardian Angel...this frail, frail man with a voice still capable of human thunder, just months before his untimely death.

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These two choices also offer a great contrast in emotion: The Corrs/Bono contribution is one of hopefulness and imagination (especially in consideration of the event of which it was performed), while Cash's work is one of sadness yet resolve at his impending mortality. Honestly, I can't decide which I like more, for I love what both are trying so desperately to tell me.

And, on a much lighter note, something that proves that all this divergence and co-mingling can have its detrimental effects if not properly done: former Van Halen lead singer David Lee Roth has recorded bluegrass versions of his glorious Van Halen heavy metal classics for a new album called "Strummin' With the Devil: The Southern Side of Van Halen". I shudder to think of "Jamie's Cryin'" with a mandolin or any version of "Jump" for that matter (the latter being the song that most true Van Halen fans signal as the beginning of the end for this once great band). For real, not as a joke, people. (Actually, I'm horrified yet strangely intrigued at the same time.)

14 June 2006

Local Home Builders Blitz Countdown showcases Habitat for Humanity®

I have but just a short amount of time this morning for a post, but I wanted to say a much-appreciated "THANK YOU" to all of the countless volunteers and businesses that made this past weekend's "Builders' Blitz" campaign such a stunning success. Given the growing numbers of the homeless and also those unable to buy a home through standard means in this country, it's thrilling to see such an uptick in the donations of time, money, and especially skill and labour. The local RDU area (which comprises most of Durham, Orange, and Wake counties) is still showing a boom in numbers and growth for the immediate future...and given all of these factors, it is quite gratifying to know that local builders and citizens alike are stepping up to the plate to contribute.

For those of you who are unaware, the Home Builders' Blitz Countdown is a national challenge for home builders across the United States to build 400 homes in one week in communities across the country. Specifically, Wake County's Habitat® (which represents Raleigh, Apex, and Cary, as well as many other of Raleigh's suburbs here in the Triangle region) led in this national challenge. A recent article in The Philanthrophy Journal gives you an idea of the dedication and community spirit here:
With Habitat affiliates in Chatham, Durham and Orange counties planning to build a total of 13 houses during the blitz, the Triangle will be building more houses that week than Habitat affiliates in any other region of the United States, says Kevin Campbell, Apex (NC)-based director of the national effort for Habitat for Humanity International®.
And, contrary to popular urban legend, these homes are not substandard...but instead are of the same quality and effort of those built through more 'commerical' means. Local media reports on television vary of the amount of donations actually involved (and some of the following does not include labour costs, which is the most prevalent cost of any construction), but the donated amounts range between $60,000-$72,000 (USD) per home.

Welcome home, indeed, new homeowners. Now pass on the miracle of community spirit and homeownership along to others...make us proud.

For more information on how you can support and/or volunteer, try these:

5 Homes, 5 Cities, 5 Days

In Durham County, NC, contact Habitat for Humanity® of Durham. They also run the Habitat Hand-Me-Ups, Inc., resale store, where you can buy used furniture and household supplies and support Habitat for Humanity® that way. I can speak from experience when I fully endorse their furniture items, and especially their nightstands and end tables.

There are also many local Habitat ReStore Centers throughout the US and in Canada, too. These stores sell surplus and used building and remodeling supplies to the general public, with the sales from these items going to support new Habitat for Humanity® projects as well. (Homeowners and DIY'ers: check these places out for flooring, tiles, woodwork, and wood detail moldings especially. Also the bulk paint can be a find if you don't necessarily need large amounts for your particular project(s).)

And, finally, the main Habitat for Humanity International® website, so readers elsewhere can support and/or donate their time, energy, and skill to local chapters nearest to them...wherever in the world that may be.

13 June 2006

Today's Moment of Zen: Hurricanes Lead Series 3-1 in Quest for Stanley Cup

And now the boys are coming back home to finish the job, Wednesday night 14 June. Yeah, daddyo.

Leave it to a society where we are incapable (excepting the transplanted Yankees and Canadians) of driving on the ice every winter (the very limited amounts we do get), to go completely ape-shit about a game that must be played at all times on the ice. We are a strange and puzzling group of people down here, to be sure.

Copyright © 2006 Carolina Hurricanes Hockey Club. Above downloadable wallpaper and commerative poster available here.

The Carolina Hurricanes website.

And you gotta also appreciate the local community support. Local rock great radio statio 96 Rock (WBBB 96.1) has temporarily changed their name to 96.1 "The Cup" until the Canes bring home The Stanley Cup.

GO CANES!!

12 June 2006

Henry Rollins, Thinking Woman's Muse

For those of you that know me, you know I adore Henry Rollins. (Yes, Henry, you are loved...although I'm not so sure that I'm the lover that you have in mind. LOL.) As much joy as I had in glorious Oz this past December and January, I know I shall burn in a cultural and intellectual hell for missing Henry's shows there...and one in Newcastle, especially after I moved Heaven and earth to make it there to see another act. (But it was scheduled for February, mate, and I was on a limited budget and timeframe to leave before then...) Please, oh Henry, forgive?



Henry is the wisdom in the sea of insanity, a yell of the intellectual savage amongest men who wimper through insipid mediocrity. I can't say I've particularly been keen on the music, but the words...oh, the words, sweet Jesus the words...have me melting every synapse whenever I hear or read them. (Henry has his own publishing company and his own television show on the Independent Film Channel , if you're not aware of him. Henry Rollins website, where his dispatches are a true joy. And, please, folks, BECOME AWARE OF HIM. You're doing yourself a huge disservice if you don't. Gotta support my fellow Aquarians!) I love his approach to life, love, the development of one's mind, the enrichment of one's soul, the sacrifice of one's gluttony in the desire to be a better person. I don't know how to classify Henry except to say that he has the mind and spirit that mine wants so desperately to be one day. That's a cop-out, I know, but damn it if you 'get' Henry like I think I do, he is nothing short of inspirational.

And my beloved Henry has struck back with an open letter to that idiot of the airwaves, Ann Coulter (whom I will not give links to as she's gotten way too much media attention already, but if you're unfamiliar with what this unbound woman has been saying/has written lately, you're more than able to Google her on your own). The following video (ed 6-13-06: confirmed personally now by email) comes from Henry's new IFC show credited above, so by all means please watch and enjoy "Letters from Henry". (Personal thanks to Sunshine for the original link...good onya, girl.)

"C'mon, Ann, you fuckin' psycho...let's do this!" (Says it all, doesn't it?)

If only dear Henry were put in charge for a few weeks...my God, what would be possible and what would be actually accomplished! All hail the thinking man!

11 June 2006

Blender magazine's "The 50 Worst Things Ever to Happen to Music"

From time to time, I will surf around for some useless bit of knowledge because (a) I like useless knowledge, (b) my head is hurting from work and/or home budgeting, (c) I can't get to sleep, (d) I really don't want to dwell on how extremely illogical the world at large has become, or (e) I want something to talk about with my friends that does not mention expensive gasoline, raising interest rates, their significant others or their children. (Yes, I am the Bridget Jones-like character of my immediate friendset on a daily basis...the only one who isn't married, with children, without a mortgage and not in a gay relationship at my age. Sometimes we have to strike back for our own sanity, folks.) So, some time ago, I happened across a happy, and occasionally sappy, magazine called Blender. It hails itself as "the ultimate guide for music and more", and while that is a bit grandiose to put it mildly, it can be entertaining. Especially so is its infamous "50 List": lists they create about the top or worst 50 things in music, videos, entertainment. Some of these lists are childish, some are just poorly conceived, some (like their "The 50 Most Awesomely Dead Rock Stars") was genius but poorly chosen and even worsely researched. But, God bless them and all of these faults, the folks at Blender keep churning them out without fail.

Of particular highlight this go around is their recent addition: "The 50 Worst Things Ever to Happen to Music". While some of these entries are obviously lame attempts to be witty (4 entries regarding Van Halen's lead singer merry-go-round?, nos. 32-35), some are dead on as well (Woodstock '99, number 23; The Age of 27, number 8). Some highlights and arguments for the others:

38. Sting
Apparently, these idiots have never heard of Sting's first major gig at stardom, in a little outfit called The Police. (I'll allow that the yoga-inspired new-age Sting is not for everyone's musical tastes, although I still like the music a great deal.) "Roxanne", "Message in a Bottle", and "Synchronicity II" are the stuff of musical legend and talent. Oh, wait...maybe they're just like me and giving credit for that band's drive to whom it belongs: the long-suffering, over-achieving and manic-drumming Thor-god Stewart Copeland.

10. “Colonel” Tom Parker
Meet the Slobodan Milosevic of artist management: Before Suge Knight, Lou Pearlman or even Allen Klein came the “Colonel” — inventor of ruinously exploitative rock management. Getting his hooks into Elvis in 1955, the Dutch con man artfully steered the King away from making music (which he had something of a knack for) and towards the likes of Clambake, Kissin’ Cousins, Kid Galahad and the 30-odd other Hollywood forgettables he made instead of recording or touring for most of the next decade.
Agreed, so agreed. I'm always curious as to what would have happened had The King been allowed to delve into the first musical path outside of rock n' roll that held his interest: opera. ("It's Now or Never" was directly influenced and literally 'sampled' "O Sole Mio".) Instead, poor Elvis was a man of his word and held the promise he made as a young man to the Colonel...to never fire him. One has to also wonder how much Elvis' paranoia and drug abuse can also be directly attributed to Parker. It's a damn shame professional wrestling wasn't around then, for that's a gig the Colonel was born to be a part of.

3. “The Star-spangled banner”
Here’s an idea: Let’s have the theme song for the world’s biggest and most diverse democracy be: 1) boring; 2) violently militaristic; and 3) next to impossible to sing. Not enough? OK, now let’s bring in Roseanne Barr to perform. She’s too busy? Get me William Hung!
Um, partially correct. (The kids that write this stuff...come across as having memories that only go back to like 1980, geez.) I'm not sure I have the heart to tell them there was this guy named Jimi Hemdrix (who they mention elsewhere on this same list, by the way) who did the version of "The Star-Spangled Banner" at Woodstock in 1969. Look it up and listen, kids...that's why some of us believe that's everything this country stands for...good and bad...and have done so now for decades. Jimi's rendition isn't disrespectful, it's instead just as real as this country's inhabitants...and arguably is the only known widely-known rendition that is so.

10 June 2006

The Duke Lacrosse Saga Teeters Unchecked (Again)

For those of you who have been reading this blog, you know I initially was giving regular updates about the almost soap-opera like fiasco that is the Duke University Lacrosse Team alleged rape scandal. The incident, which happened supposedly during the late hours of 13 March into the early morning of 14 March, has been fraught with allegations, disputed facts, public press conferences, and repeated DNA testing. It became a bit much actually to keep up with all of the affairs, as they were coming quickly and any mention here would be outdated before it ever got read anyway. So I took a break from the story, although I have been trying to formulate a timeline that I will post here soon, with all of the additional 'facts' as they've been reported in the media.

In addition to all of the above, though, it would appear that what this story has become has absolutely nothing to do with an alleged rape, robbery and beating, but instead a bullseye microscope on the Durham City Police Department and the Durham County District Attorney Mike Nifong. (For clarity's sake, the city of Durham compromises almost the entirety of Durham County, so the same citizens are represented by both.) To say Nifong and the Durham Police's actions in this entire affair have been called into question may be one of the greatest understatements of this state in a great many years. Repeatedly, defense attorneys for the 3 alleged attackers have tore into the evidence presented to them...everything from a non-match of 2 sets of DNA testing, to a photographic timeline of one of the alleged attackers' activities on the night after the party, to the credibility of the two women involved (Kim Roberts, the second dancer, has allegedly changed her story at least once and has also apparently lied to the police at least twice...so far)...and Nifong and Co have yet to respond back, at least publicly. Unless Nifong has some major piece of incriminating evidence that has not been made available to the defense team (and, in theory, through them to the mass of public reporters), it would appear this whole investigation and subsequent arrest and future trial may have been foolhardy.

Introducing the latest updates, courtesy of the two local newspapers and also picked up by the majors (including websites such as The Drudge Report):

The Herald-Sun focuses on what Lead Investigator Himan (please, control the ironic smirk) may have omitted from his sworn probable-cause affidavit that eventually led to the DNA testing, police lineup and eventual arrest: "Officer's 'omissions' targeted in lacrosse motion". Keep in mind, the police lineup is an additional thing that is being highly contested, as it violated NC and US Department of Justice mandates about how it should be done: the Durham Police and District Attorney Nifong both freely admit that the lineup only consisted of Duke lacrosse team members. In essence, there is no way the alleged victim could not have selected a team member as her assailant(s), because that's the only options she was given. This article also points out some new details about the alleged victim's drinking and also her initial distrust of her fellow dancer's involvement concerning the alleged rape and robbery. (It should also be noted that Ms. Roberts has been convicted of embezzlement and was recently in court herself regarding a probation violation stemming from that crime.)

The News & Observer goes down a different path (which seems to be the standard process now against The Herald-Sun, each covering different facts instead of fighting over the same scraps): they give a detailed report of the inconsistencies of what Himan used in his affidavit versus what allegedly was actually told to the medical authorities after the attack on 14 March. In addition, further character attacks can be made by the defense team, as this article gives a timeline of the alleged victim's activities before the team party. Such activities include having 4 different appointments as an exotic dancer (which other publications and organizations here state have been sexual encounters and not just dancing, as the accuser did admit to using a vibrator at one of these visits), and a visit to a local strip club...all within 48 hours before the party on Buchanan got underway. "Filing disputes lacrosse probe" also has defense attorneys contending that all of this previously-unreleased evidence amounts to the unlawful DNA testing, police lineup, and subsequent identification.

And I finish with two other corkers from The News & Observer:

* Kim Roberts' initial statement to the police on 22 March does not support her fellow dancer, and also does not support her current statements about the timeline of events and how long she and the accuser were even there. However, this still does not explain why she called 911 that night and complained of racial epithets in a story that changed mid-call, but refused to give her name to operators nor stay around and wait to give a report to the police. (This was all previously mentioned in my earlier entries about this, and I won't bore you with any repeats now.) "Tale 'crock,' 2nd dancer told police" .

Again, it's important to point out that this statement was apparently made before Ms. Roberts decided to contact public relations firms in New York to represent her 'to spin this to the best possible advantage', and also before she started giving interviews. A brief interview with her will be in the next issue of Vanity Fair magazine, which follows on the heels of a damning expose of Duke University party life in a recent edition of Rolling Stone's cover article: "Sex & Scandal at Duke". (This article is a fascinating read on so many levels, and not just because of the sex and party life on a major American university...because that's not new...but because it documents the changing attitudes of sexual hookups by the female college coed. I'm frankly not surprised given the culture these days, but I depressed about how little many of the women here seem to have of their own self-worth. If feminism was supposed to make things more equal among the sexes, and that now is starting to happen sexually as alleged in this article...why do women not feel any more empowered and proud sexually then of their conquests? But I digress...)

* And, then what many here locally is a sign of something Big Brotherish and also weirdly desperate: District Attorney Nifong's recent subpoena requests for sweeping amounts of information from Duke about all of the Duke lacrosse team members and 2 other students. It's a demand for information that smells to many here of a glorified fishing expedition, one that has Ahab realizing he has nothing unless he casts out a much larger net. Now, the targeted students' own attorneys are having none of it and are fighting back with legal action as well. Motion protests DA's bid for data.

This, folks, has become a glorified mess on a variety of fronts. Stay tuned, because no matter what the resolution, the handling and the attitudes about this entire process will resonate for years to come, and far beyond the hallowed confines of Duke University. God help Durham officials if this case is nothing but smoke and mirrors, yet they are blindly proceeding with it anyway. (Nifong did win a tough re-election runoff in May, and there have also been dozens of demonstrations for the accuser since this story broke, so the political pressure is formidable.) God help Durham also, though...and particularly her female residents who may be assaulted by someone of privilege or money in the future...if this entire accusation ends up being a horrific and devastating hoax.

05 June 2006

All I Need to Know is...'Shtop Thinking'

In my ever-ongoing attempt to re-organize my life on the weekends in between getting extra sleep and watching NASCAR, I went through some old clippings that I have kept forever. In theory, they were things I had clipped out to follow up on; in reality, they were things I just needed to read and most likely I didn't feel bold enough to take the whole magazine with me from the doctor's office. They were things that didn't even really have any practical application to them, but instead just things that I deemed interesting. Or did at one time, anyways.

A lot of them have hit the trash bin like they were doomed to do so many months ago. Some, though, have survived...and amazingily a lot of them are comic strip clippings. (I know, I know...comic strip clippings??? I know, I have a disease and it's called being a pack rat. But I'm in recovery now and toss/donate 15-20 things a week now...so there.) In a world full of 'read this', 'remember that', and 'follow through over here to happiness' treadmills we most all seem to be on these days, it's nice to know that pen, paper, and illustrated characters are still the greatest teachers. (Now if someone will just come out with an oversized Big Wheel cycle® for my 'underutilised' exercise program, I'm all set...LOL.)

And, so, without further delay: words of wisdom from Sunday (albeit a Sunday from 2004, but cut me some slack)...



("Mutts"© 2004 Patrick McDonnell Distributed by King Features Syndicate, as it appeared in The Durham Herald-Sun, Durham, NC.)

04 June 2006

A promissary note to all of my girlfriends...

...because some days, which apparently are in full swing now, require more patience with the human race than others. So many of my dear 'sisters' are contemplating homicide (only joking, folks) of their significant others. And, no, the moon is not yet full nor is everyone having a severe bout of PMS. Even some of my gay friends are complaining.

I normally don't pass these things along, except for the carefully selected forwarded email joke. But since I've repeated it often as of late and everyone seems to have loved it (well, everyone of the female persuasion, anywho), I'm posting it here. Don't know who the author is...if you know, please drop me a comment so I can give credit where credit is due. Parts of it are a little cutesy, to be sure, but not everyone has my sense of humour. ("Thank God", the world sighs in relief.) Otherwise, enjoy.
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Are you tired of all those sissy friendship poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a series of promises that actually speaks to true friendship:

1. When you are sad...I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry jerk who made you sad.

2. When you are blue...I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile...I will know that you finally got laid.

4. When you are scared...I will rag on you about it every chance I get.

5. When you are worried...I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.

6. When you are confused...I will use little words.

7. When you are sick...stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.

8. When you fall...I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

This is my oath. I pledge it until the end. Why?, you may ask. Because you are my friend.

Remember: A good friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you move a body! Let me know if I ever need to bring the shovel!