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Cross this off your bucket list
Because I know that watching me eat a jalapeño bagel with ham and cheese is at the top of everyone’s bucket list, I present to you in all it’s full technicolor majesty:
Dan Gayle eating a jalapeño bagel with ham and cheese!
You may now cross that off your list.
Pink Floyd – A few thoughts
I thought I’d take a moment to discuss the merits of Pink Floyd’s two guitarists Syd Barret and David Gilmour, my two favorites, bar none.
How many bands can you say have had two of the most genius guitarists ever in their respective styles? Sure, the Yardbirds had Eric Clapton and Jimmy Page, but they weren’t doing anything spectacular when they were in that band. Fleetwood Mac had Peter Green, who like Syd went nuts on LSD and left the band, but they didn’t replace him with anyone fabulous. I suppose that Metallica had Dave Mustaine in it for a while, but that’s REALLY stretching the point.
Syd Barret
With Pink Floyd, you start with Syd Barret. There is none better than Syd at just pure guitar-as-noise-box psychedelia. (A close second would be his friend and replacement David Gilmour, not coincidentally.) Sure, Hendrix did some crazy stuff, but that’s not what he built his reputation on. Just listen to this recording of Interstellar Overdrive from 1966 or 1967, released as music for a short film in 1968. This was pre-Piper at the Gates of Dawn, and it’s a real gem.
David Gilmour
In 1968, Syd was totally out of it mentally, having fried his noggin’ on too much LSD, so the band hired his friend David Gilmour to be in the band to be the “second” guitarist, covering Syd’s detuning-strings-till-they-fall-off-while-staring-at-the-audience style of “guitar”. It’s really quite interesting, as he basically had to mimic Syd for over a year, using the exact same guitars, amps, effects and style that Syd had been using.
It took a while for Gilmour to really release himself from being Syd II, but when he did, he did it awesome. You want guitar noise? The song Echoes is as good as anything that Barret ever did, but in a totally different bluesy style. Fast forward to 1972/73, and you have David Gilmour playing slow, bluesy, soaring lead guitar. Gone was most of the psychedelic noise making, replaced instead with what is considered some of the best solo guitar playing in the history of rock.
If you have any doubts as to that claim, listen to this version of Time from a February 20, 1972, concert just before they recorded of Dark Side of the Moon:
I think I just peed a little!
Listen to that chainsaw fuzz! That exact solo might just make me go out and get a silicon transistor Dallas-Arbiter Fuzz Face and a Colorsound Booster, it’s so intense and awe inspiring.
Anyway, this post was mainly to share these two Floyd vids that I found. I have the complete bootleg of the ’72 DSOTM Rainbow concert if anyone is interested.
Cheers!
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My weird dream. With dolphins and buzzsaws.
Ok, so I woke up this morning, late for work. But before I did, I had a dream. Here it is in all its weirdo glory, just so I don’t forget.
It starts with a dolphin
So there’s a dolphin. We’re sitting next to a beach, and there’s an injured dolphin. I don’t remember why or how the dolphin was injured, thus it goes with most dreams. Several kids and myself, apparently I am a kid at this point, successfully help the dolphin swim back to sea and we all joyously jump around with joyful jumping.
(This, BTW, is an actual dolphin that I found on the beach when I visited Cannon Beach, Or.)
When I turn around, we transition into the backyard of a Minnesota-esque lake home. (So, yes, apparently there are dolphins that swim in Minnesota lakes. They feed off the bird-sized mosquitoes. You heard it here first.)
As we usually did every Fall, my family and I were helping my grandparents chop wood. Except, of course, that it was Summer in my dream. People were cleaning up this, and cleaning up that. Raking leaves, that sort of thing.
And then a ginormous tree falls on my head. Well, not on my head, around my head. It was like a great big oak tree with lots of limbs and leaves, and it spread out over something like 40 feet across. My dad, as dads tend to do in dreams, had an axe and was standing at the base of the tree, yelling at me for being in the way, as was usually the case in reality.
Enter the buzz saw
On the ground underneath the tree was a large buzz saw, the type of which you would imagine Snidely Whiplash trying to cut a tied up Dudley Do-Right with. Now folks, these saws are dangerous. (See the movie “Walk the Line” about Johnny Cash. His brother gets dead by one…)
(We actually had one that looked just like this, sitting in my yard in Mn. It was so cool. I think it’s still there. I’ll have to ask.)
I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to knock the buzz saw to the ground, while it was running. The saw blade broke off the machine, spinning across the yard.
Into the lake.
“Not again! We just got that back out of the water!”, my dad yells at me. And thus I discover the hows and why’s of the injured dolphin.
The End.