Armistice Day

Lewinsk, sure. she's cute enough.
Smith, no.

Jonbon Ham (or, with a French twist: Jambon Ham)

maybe she was using metric years.

there's a bit in the "Electric Church / Red House" where he does a trill, while building volume and sliding up the neck, he kicks the fuzz and the whole thing just explodes - it gives me chills every time.

that little Fuzz Face is havin a grand ol time

nice hair, Linda

and many musicians don't listen to their own recordings.

a long air conditioner, no less.

hhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnds across the butter pie

oh noes. someone has hacked Disqus and discovered my real name, and that i'm a big proponent of internet work-at-home non-scams!

i've head Jet in my head for the past month. it's one of the worst cases of earworm i've ever had. and this week of McCartney songs is not helping.

is that the one with the melon-lovin', or is that Child Of God?

i read the first one and found the curious lack of attention to Newton's Laws to be pretty disturbing.

took me a couple of times to feel like i got it. but even so, there's absolutely no way i could explain Godel's theorem now.

just finished The English Passengers. a fun book. and i found the history of Tasmania (even as told through fictional characters) very interesting - even more interesting than a few of the sub-plots.

Uncle Albert almost sounds like Pink Floyd, something off Meddle, maybe; pre-Dark Side, post-Syd. the sound effects, obvs. but the melody and languid pacing has a strong Floyd vibe, to my ears.

a butter pie?

… and the 70s.

i've never seen anybody play it correctly. they always play that lousy E-string-only approximation.