Without music, life would be a mistake. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
I have started to buy proper records again ~ and why did I stop?
Allegedly, last year 4,100,000 vinyl albums were sold in the UK. I didn’t know that many people still had record players.
Some people have never heard a proper record played on a decent hi-fi, but perhaps they are part of a lost generation.
Some say that there is nothing better than listening to a band live. And, that any recorded music is a pale shadow of the real thing. All I know is those people don’t own 12 inches of black vinyl.
a proper record
on a proper record player
The harder I try, the better I get.
I may never ride bareback again ~ it’s much harder than it looks.
Please watch and listen responsibly.
If you want to be a better man,
try reading M. Scott Peck’s ,
Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman ~ As Time Goes By
In Casablanca, Rick never said; ‘Play it again Sam’, but he should have
Women can drive a man to remember, and to think
all that may make a guy so take just one more drink
and booze does no good, but his love is treacherous
he can do better, and he will always have memories
I never truly told a friend how much I loved her, and I should have.
jack collier firstname.lastname@example.org
A woman in love with her life is simply irresistible to men.
love’s lust permissible
she’s just simply irresistible
Some other sorts of women seem to be irresistible to some sorts of impressionable men
It’s really understandable
Music is the tonal analogue of emotive life.
A few days ago I bought a couple of Florence + the Machine albums ~ and we’re talking about 12 inches of black vinyl. Consequently I had to power up the turntable and fiddle with my amp a little before I played Lungs. The first couple of notes of Dog Days Are Over came pounding out of my big speakers and HOLY FUCK!
I had forgotten just how much better the full-fat analogue version of a track is in comparison with the wimpy, cut-down, digitised version of the same tune. As a matter of a fact analogue is literally infinitely better than digital. Truly it blows your mind!
Even TechRepublic says that digital is nothing more than a cut-down version of the original analogue recording ~ they grudgingly admit that analogue is better than digital, as far as recorded music is concerned.
There are a couple or three snags with my playing proper records;
- The sound quality is so good it DEMANDS your attention. Playing proper records is not really ‘background music’.
- Playing proper records is more labour intensive than sticking a cd in the player.
- You need to handle your records with great care.
On the other hand there are some side benefits to proper long-playing records, such as the album sleeves are works of art in themselves, worthy of sticking in a frame and hanging on the wall.
I Like my proper records ~ a lot. It’s almost spiritual.
Trust me on this one, take a woman back to your place, play a couple of proper records, and listen to her purrrrr.
Just don’t get anal about it ~ analogue music I mean.
you can’t / shouldn’t play decent records on an old tin box
I get knocked down, but I get up again
you are never gonna keep me down
Some say that when the going gets tough, the tough get going. And, it’s not how many times you get knocked down that matters, but how many times you get up again. All I know is that when you’re walking through Hell, you’d better keep going.
From the movie The Jewel of the Nile.
Please listen responsibly.
get off your damn ass and get out of your comfort zone
There are no moralities nor rules to be found in arson.
This is a live version of the song ~ not the single release. I like the raw energy, and the pictures. (The lyrics are cool too.)
You know what? If you can’t handle me at my very worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my very best. You have lit the spark in my bonfire heart, and I don’t want to get burned again.
Please listen responsibly. And, never, ever play with fire.
“I don’t know who invented high heels, but all women owe him a lot…..”
“give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world…..”
Never try to impress a woman ~ she’s seen and heard it all before.
What’s likely to impress a woman, and what isn’t?
Outside of a new love’s first bliss, I don’t know any really cool woman who isn’t going to think this line is totally sick making; The darkest hour of my day is the hour in which I don’t get to see you. ~ Amit Kalantri. It’s a cute line, but to me it’s not cool, and not impressive.
Actually, that may not be quite true, it’s all about the mood, the moment, the time, the place, and the delivery. But, in my experience, a line like that is just trying too hard.
In general terms, the harder a guy tries to impress a cool, mature, together woman, the less impressed she is likely to be. The thing is, boys have been trying to impress her ever since they first noticed that she was a girl ~ so you’ve got twenty years of her cynicism to overcome.
Unless you’re Steve McQueen forget about impressing her, and just be true to yourself. If that’s not enough then politely say goodbye ~ some say there’s always a nicer, prettier, sexier girl just around the corner. Me I’m not always so certain.
Next to Snoopy, who was ever cooler?
This above all; to thine own self be true.
Something I re-learned this week. Your comfort zone is nothing but a prison of your own making. And that when we allow parents, family, friends, coworkers, or those in authority to rule our lives we are just adding another set of bars to our own prison.
Be yourself, turn up for life, and don’t back down.
Please listen responsibly.
Englishmen say ‘sorry’ as often as Americans say “have a nice day” ~ and both are meaningless
Sometimes unexpected Magic happens.
Taking a vacation with no expectations, other than reading a book by the pool, has lead me down a surreal rabbit-hole of fun.
This sleepy little seaside town of Oludeniz has a street that comes alive at night time, when it’s called The Strip.
Last night, our organised excursion was to visit some bars and clubs, so come ten o’clock, 18 of us hit The Strip.
Starting at Oh Yes cocktail bar, via Reef Bar, we all ended up in Bitter’s Cocktail Karaoke Bar.
Turns out I can’t sing, but I can dance. 😈