This is day 3, of 5, in my Certified Ethical Hacker class. It’s been 2 days of review for me, so I’m bored. But that has nothing to do with what’s stuck in my head.
When Cracked Rear View came out in 1994, I was immediately taken in by the group’s sound. It was a great blend of acoustic and electric pop rock and the emerging new country sound. But was so different that the “grunge” style that was just gathering steam. To me, it was an updated Loggins and Messina.
I also found the band name silly; Hootie and the Blowfish. I remember seeing front man Darius Rucker on an interview and he said that the name came from the nicknames they had given two guys while in college. It wasn’t exactly a nice nickname either. May not be a “nice” nickname, but it makes for a great band name! And it proves that something good can come out of USC. (That’s the University of South Carolina, not the University of Southern California).*
(*) I have have no dog in any fight over any college, sports team, or whatever. I only says this because my SC family seems to think that Clemson is the only university in the state, maybe the country. I have no idea why. Not a single one of them have attended any college, in any state or country. But I do have one nephew that graduated from Clemson, so I guess that’s it.
Seems like today is the second anniversary of this blog. I would like to give my faithful, and casual, readers a big thank you! I realize that I do not post anything world-changing. In fact I tend to post mostly useless stuff!
But if you really want useless stuff, then today is also my eleventh anniversary on Twitter! Talk about useless stuff. You should see my feed, it’s all over the place.
This one got stuck yesterday morning. They played a demo version on SiriusXM’s Deep Tracks channel. I had never heard this version, and it was beautiful. I cannot find any media to play here of that demo.
This track is usually viewed as George’s statement of the breakup of The Beatles;
The subject matter deals with the transient nature of human existence, and in Harrison’s All Things Must Pass reading, words and music combine to reflect impressions of optimism against fatalism. On release, together with Barry Feinstein‘s album cover image, commentators viewed the song as a statement on the Beatles’ break-up. Widely regarded as one of Harrison’s finest compositions, its rejection by his former band has provoked comment from biographers and reviewers. Music critic Ian MacDonald described “All Things Must Pass” as “the wisest song never recorded by The Beatles”, while author Simon Leng considers it “perhaps the greatest solo Beatle composition”. The recording was co-produced by Phil Spector in London; it features an orchestral arrangement by John Barham and contributions from musicians such as Ringo Starr, Pete Drake, Bobby Whitlock, Eric Clapton and Klaus Voormann.
The main reason I truly love this song is the lyrics. The words combined with the beautiful musical arrangement show a view of optimism over fatalism. It’s not an overly religious song, although George was the most spiritual of the Beatles. But when taken along with all the songs on this three-album set you can see where George “finds hope and meaning only in God, who does not pass away”.
Normally I don’t like videos with lyrics, but I’m using one this time so that you can read the poem at the heart of this song. But George’s vocal is clear enough that you don’t really need to read, just listen. And enjoy!
(A.K.A. The longest post ever!! In start to finish time)
So, yes, I started this post about 5:30 AM this morning, and it right at 8:30 PM now. I had this song in my head (as the title implies) for several days. I just couldn’t come up with anything to say about it other than how much I enjoyed the song.
The song is a beaut. In its album version, the song segues from “Have A Cigar” (A wonderful semi-true story) as such;
In the original album version, the song segues from “Have a Cigar” as if a radio had been tuned away from one station, through several others (including a radio play and one playing the opening of the finale movement of Tchaikovsky‘s Fourth Symphony), and finally to a new station where “Wish You Were Here” is beginning. The radio was recorded from Gilmour’s car radio. He performed the intro on a twelve-string guitar, processed to sound like it was playing through an AM radio, and then overdubbed a fuller-sounding acoustic guitar solo. This passage was mixed to sound as though a guitarist were listening to the radio and playing along. As the acoustic part becomes more complex, the ‘radio broadcast’ fades away and Gilmour’s voice enters, becoming joined by the full band.
The intro riff is repeated several times, before Gilmour plays further solos with scat singing accompaniment. A third verse follows, featuring an increasingly expressive vocal from Gilmour and audible backing vocals. At the end of the recorded song, the final solo crossfades with wind sound effects, and finally segues into the second section of the multi-part suite “Shine On You Crazy Diamond“.
I really loved the “AM Radio” sound of the 12 string with the overlay of the full on six string acoustic.
The song is often thought to be tribute to Syd Barrett, one of the founding members of Pink Floyd. But as Co-writer (along with David Gilmour) Roger Waters said, and as the best music always is;
Waters later adds that the song is nevertheless open to interpretation.
And, of course, that’s not what I came here to talk to you about. Today has been a bittersweet day for Wifey and I. Son-The-Elder is once again deploying with his National Gauard unit overseas. Do not ask me where is is going, I will not tell you. As an Army retiree I strongly believe in Operational Security policies. “Loose lips sink ships” was an old military poster, and it still is the truth today. I will only tell you, he is not going to a war zone. So family members can rest easy.
Although he may not have left yet, we already miss him. Here is Wish You Were Here. This is for any and all service members the world over that are seperated from family and loved ones for any damn reason. Hopefully one day there will no longer be any armies and we can all live in peace.
While this song has been a favorite of mine since I first heard it many years ago, it only bubbles up to my conscience now and then. But we heard it several time during our visit to Scotland earlier this month. (We’re ready to go back too!)
It’s not surprising that the song was featured during our trip. The Proclaimers are a set of Scottish twins, they sing in a thick Scottish accent, and the song has been featured and covered by lots of folks, including a Comic Relief 2007: The Big One version for the BBC. It took it’s inclusion on the Johnny Depp movie Benny & June for the song to take off in America. It reached #3 on the Billboard Top 100 in 1993.
Not everybody on our tour knew all the words, in fact I don’t think any of us Americans knew them all, but everybody sang along on the chorus! Almost all of us could sing along when Puff The Magic Dragon came on. Out tour director claims that Puff is actually about Nessie. And while I never thought of that connection, it kinda makes sense!
Once again, I had the pleasure of attending the KnowBe4 Security Awareness Conference. This is the second year they’ve held the conference, and my second year of attending. As usual, the wonderful folks at KnowBe4 put on a great conference. I will admit that there were some things I thought were better last year than this year, but I will hold those criticisms for the email survey they will send. I’m sure the problems I found were more related to me, and not the conference itself. I am by definition a “grumpy old man”. The majority of attendees were probably younger than my kids. So, I’ll leave it at that.
I will mention one issue here. One night there is a “customer appreciation dinner”. No issue there, except for one like me with some severe social anxiety. This year there were almost 1000 attendees (up from only 300 or so last year). Before the dinner, there was an open bar (big plus in my book). My problem (all me, not the folks that set everything up), was that even with free beer, there were so many people in such a small space. The crowd noise was so overwhelming (added to my tinnitus) that I had to leave quickly. I only had 2 beers and went back to my room. My head was pounding, and the anxiety was so high, I’m surprised I didn’t have tears running down my face. I would have stopped and ordered food and drinks at one of the restaurants, but at $9 for a local craft beer that was not an option ( and the scotch/bourbon prices were way above anything I’ve ever seen before). If I attend this event next year, I will go back to the Holiday Inn across the street. Drinks and food prices there are much more reasonable.
ProTip: In the Orlando, FL area avoid the Marriott World Centre unless you have big bucks backing you. Everything is extremely overpriced.
Of course, that is not what I came to talk about. Let ‘s talk traffic. Regular readers of this blog (both of you) know how much I hate traffic. There are several posts about this already. For this conference I had to travel to Lake Buena Vista. Basically, into the heart of Disney. If there is one thing I hate more than driving Interstate 4 (we used to call it the devil’s highway. Not it’s God’s Highway – because nobody else will claim it!), it’s Disney.
ProTip: Orlando’s Airport code is MCO. It stands for Mickey Controls Orlando. And they control much more than that. Their environmental policy sucks. They only bow down to the almighty dollar.
I-4 is undergoing a major “improvement”. They call it Ultimate I-4. As in an ultimate pain in the ass. There are daily lane and exit changes. What once was a simple right lane exit, has now become, overnight, a left lane exit.
On Wednesday afternoon. It only took maybe an hour and a half to travel the 60 or so miles to the hotel/conference center. The return trip home was a completely different story. Almost two and a half hours to make to 60-mile trip. Why? Because I-4 is a parking lot the majority of the day. It just happens on different sides depending on the time of time. Add in the Ultimate (pain in the ass) project, and most parts of I-4 are a parking lot most of the day. And since all the theme parks (Disney, SeaWorld, Universal, et al) are on the west side of Orlando, I avoid them at all costs. I hate I-4 and Orlando beyond belief. In fact I want out of #Floriduh in the worst way.
In “honor” of sitting in the parking lot also known as I-4 for the majority of my Friday afternoon into the evening, here’s “I Can’t Drive 55”, because I don’t think I ever got above 45!
First a little back story. I was in the Air Force, stationed at Homestead AFB, just south of Miami. My family home was also just south of Miami, just not as far south. My parents had a 32′ motorhome that was used to travel around the eastern seaboard for vacations.
This particular summer, my brother and his wife were going
to join mom and dad on vacation. Their
plan was to go to New Orleans, then up into the mountains of North Carolina,
then to the Atlanta area, finally ending in Disney World where my brother was
to play in a company golf tournament. My
plan was to take some leave and stay at the house and basically party the
Of course, I didn’t tell them that. As far as they knew my
leave was not approved, which was a big fat lie. I can say this now since both
mom and dad have passed.
During this trip, they would call back to the house on a
semi-regular basis. Obviously checking up on me. I’m guessing my brother knew
what was up.
Everything was fine until the one evening they called, and I
was, shall we say, just a bit drunk. While
talking to my brother I let it slip that my leave had been approved. Plans were immediately set for me to fly up
to Greensboro, NC to meet them and spend the rest of the trip with them. I was
not too happy about this plan. The motorhome didn’t have that many sleeping
places. Dad was an emphysema patient and had a nebulizer in the back of the RV
where his and mom’s beds were. Having spent several other vacations in that RV,
I knew how loud that nebulizer was at 2 AM.
I wasn’t looking forward to cramped sleeping quarters and being woken up
at any hour of the morning.
In the end, it was a good thing I joined them. The new plan was for me to fly into Greensboro and rent a car, then drive to meet them at the campground, just across the state line in Greensboro, SC. Big problem. I was only 20 at the time. The minimum age to rent a car was 26. Even with a military ID, they legally could not rent me any vehicle. So, the family unhooked the motorhome and drove up to the airport to rent a car and pick me up.
I’m not sure who exactly rented the car, but I was listed as the primary driver. Following them back to the campground I noticed something very bad. None of the lights on the back of the RV were working. No tail lights, no turn signals, no brake lights, nothing! When we made it back to the campground and got everything hooked back up we started looking at what was wrong.
If I remember correctly (always a challenge), we found a bundle of wires that had been burned out. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Every single wire in the RV was brown. Not brown as in burned or singed, but molded in brown plastic. None of the usual red, black, and green wires. Everything was the same dull brown, from the front to the rear. It would appear that the previous owner rewired the RV with only one color of wire. We had no idea which wire was hot, neutral, or ground! That meant one thing. I was to follow, as closely as possible, the RV to Atlanta where we would park it in a friend’s driveway and rewire the entire motorhome. An entire weekend of vacation would be lost. But it was something very critical.
As I remember (again – we’re talking shaky ground here), we
fixed all the wiring and all the lights worked, and we took off for Disney for
that golf outing. That’s when the next issue showed up. And now, we’re up to date, and where are
somewhere around Duluth, GA.
As I mentioned dad has emphysema. While we were working on the motorhome, we could all see he was sinking into a major breathing issue. That’s when we made the stop at a local hospital to see if we could get dad breathing better, hoping a more powerful breathing treatment would allow him to continue with us. It didn’t work. He spent a night or two in that hospital (my brother thinks it was “Joan Clancy Hospital”). Then he and mom flew back to Miami, while my brother, his wife and I went to Disney.
But, that’s not what I cam here to talk about. While dad was in that hospital, my brother pointed out someone to me. Down the hospital hall was a young guy with a big beard and longer than usual hair. His room was the only one that didn’t have a name outside the door. We would see this gentleman walk up and down the hall, stop and chat with the nurses, and really look like he didn’t need to be there. Plus, he looked very familiar to us. It took me a little bit, but then I saw it. If it wasn’t Kenny Loggins, then it was a doppelganger! It looked just like him. But why was he in the hospital? To complete the conspiracy theory, once he realized we noticed him he didn’t come back out of the room while we were there.
Was it Kenny?
Doubtful. But it’s fun to look back and wonder.
All this finally leads to today’s video. The song was originally released on the 1976 album The Best Of Friends. The video isn’t the best, but I used this version for two reasons. The live version, while musically beautiful, is very boring. They just stand there nothing exciting. Second, the image of Kenny Loggins (the guy on the left) is who we saw in the hospital!
Now I have to admit that the first time I heard this song it was a cover by The Lumineers. And even though I had never heard of The Lumineers at that time, I was totally entranced by the song and the band.
This is a Tom Petty song. Tom has long been one of my favorite musicians. Either solo, with The Heartbreakers, The Traveling Wilburys as “Charlie T. WIlbury Jr.”, and later (ironically since it was his first band) Mudcrutch. When Wifey got her new car and a subscription to SiriusXM Radio, she came home saying she had been listening to the Tom Petty channel, and was wondering about this band Mudcrutch and why they were being played on that channel. Once again my “music-savant” superpower came through!
This is part of the soundtrack from the movie, “She’s The One”. Needless to say, I’ve never seen the movie. Can’t even recall an advertisment for it. Judging by the listings on YouTube, it’s been covered many times. The cover by The Lumineers was on the first anniversary of Tom’s untimely death. The soundtrack actually has two versions of the song. I’m using (No. 3) version for the video. It’s a bit more mellow than the first release, although Jennifer Aniston isn’t in the video for (No. 3), but is in the video for (Circus). And no, I haven’t seen that either. I really don’t watch much TV or movies. Yeah, I’m boring.
Well enough of that, here’s “Walls (No. 3)”. And yeah, this video sucks, but the song is excellent!
The other evening, Wifey and I were relaxing having just got home from work and deciding what to make for dinner. As usual, I had music playing while we were talking. I have music playing all the time. If not out loud, it’s playing in my head. Hence this series of posts.
Instead of the usual streaming music, SiriusXM, Spotify or Pandora, I had a YouTube playlist going. Some song would come on, and I would interrupt, or just pop out with some obscure fact about the song, band, or event that was playing. Wifey usually just smiles and goes back to whatever she was doing. She tolerates me well.
But then this song came on. And she stopped what she was doing, picked up her wine glass and came over to the computer desk where I was sitting to see the video. My playlists tend to feature guitar playing. This particular list is heavy with Eric Clapton. But this isn’t a Clapton song, even though he’s featured in the video.
Tracy Chapman has been a favorite of ours since we first heard “Fast Car“. Her music is so deeply personal it almost hurts. And she is so expressive. Her smile can light up a room, and that smile is so present in this video. As wifey said, she must be thinking “Eric Clapton is playing my song!!!!!”. Who wouldn’t simile when that happens.
So here’s Tracy Chapman and Eric Clapton playing “Give Me One Reason” from 1999. Enjoy!
I imagine this post will be mostly directed to the guys out there, but I’ll leave it open for everyone.
Have you ever been in the middle of your day, either at work or relaxing, but there’s been something making your skin itchy. Maybe you back, or shoulder area. Maybe even on your leg. Then finally it just gets so overwhelming that you rip off your clothes and find one of these;
So, tell me.. Is it just me? Is Wifey playing games with me or what?
Here’s You Wear It Well. I figured it fit the theme and plus I mentioned it in this post, but didn’t link to it.