November 29, 2006


It's funny how stars of Real World, etc are on all kinds of great reality shows. When they do appear, their occupation is listed as "TV Personality". What am I going to be when I'm obsolete? "Open Source Personality"? Is that better, or worse?

Posted by pinkerton at 11:35 PM

November 24, 2006

And you are...?

Sometimes it's nice that nobody knows who you are. For all my braying about being recognized, it goes both ways. When things go wrong, nobody puts your name in lights and lobs grenades and chuckles. Why didn't they mention me too? Oh right, thank god nobody cares.

My eyes are slowly getting worse; I am getting older. Try not to get in front of me on the road. I may not see you until it's too late. Maybe I should drive a Hummer. Then at least I'd be sure to win.

Ben and LH will be here shortly, Ben hasn't been to my house for 5 years. Last time he was here my furniture hadn't yet been delivered. Hopefully I won't get too drunk tonight. I think those two sentences have something to do with each other.

Posted by pinkerton at 1:43 PM

November 11, 2006

How dare you be the one to assess...

A taste of one of Townshend's best in years, and another I can not get out of my head: A Man In A Purple Dress, from the Letterman show.

Posted by pinkerton at 5:48 PM

Endless Wire

I've thought a lot over the past few days about what I wanted to say regarding The Who's first album in 24 years. I heard chunks of it when they played Wire and Glass at the concert, and I'd heard snippets from the iTunes music store while eagerly anticipating delivery. When I finally got my grubby little hands on it, I whipped it into the CD player and sat back, still not really knowing what I was about to hear.

I gave it a couple of listens, at home and in the car that night on the way to band. My first reaction was "this is what everyone's been raving about?" There were moments, hints almost, of greatness, but stretches seemed tired and forced. I was disappointed and wondering what I everyone was hearing that I wasn't.

Over the next few days, however, I realized I just couldn't get certain songs out of my head, even the parts that I thought were tired. They're catchy, and I couldn't shake them. A few more listens, starting to hear the words, taking more of it in. More parts sticking in my head, more parts finding their way out of my mouth in the shower. I gave it another listen today while I was doing some work and it all sort of gelled. I find myself, loving...more of it than I dislike.

Roger's voice isn't as strong, but it's still can be just as tough and just as sweet as it used to be. It's aged well. Townshend's songwriting continues to deliver lines that stick in your head, begging you to peel back the layers of meaning. It's a complex mix, I really needed to hear it on my studio monitors before I could appreciate it. For some reason my headphones don't do it justice. If asked to characterize it, the style seems very much a blend of the last 25 years. It sounds like It's Hard (their last studio album) in places, sounding like Townshend's solo work (notably White City, Iron Man) in others, and as punchy and brute force as some of the things they did in the 60s and 70s.

There are still a few weak moments, but there is greatness here, after all this time.

Interestingly enough, I found this on Pete's blog recently:

Looking forward to blowing the cobwebs away at Leeds Uni this Saturday. Among other things we will be playing Wire & Glass which is dedicated to Dr Vint Cerf (who in 1970 helped create TCP/IP, the protocol code that eventually unleashed the real power of data transfer by computer and wire).

Somehow being near greatness allows me to be closer to one my idols. One doesn't get that feeling very often.

Posted by pinkerton at 2:39 PM

That's Just Not Right

I went to see Borat last night in the theather, probably the first movie I've been to in a year or more. If I can sit at home and watch in my pajamas and drink beer, why go out?

Let's just say that it wasn't what I was expecting. Sure, I'd seen the skits on HBO, and I am a peripheral fan of Da Ali G Show, I was not simply not ready. Potential movie-goers deserve a warning, not because of any of it offended me -- hell I found it hysterical and a touching commentary on the real America -- but for the love of god I did not need to see fat, naked, hairy, man-wresting. I especially didn't need 5 full minutes of it. You've been warned.

Posted by pinkerton at 2:33 PM