Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowin' Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring
And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Oh but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on down south, way on down south London town
You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
but he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doin' alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin' it up for Friday night
With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans... yeah the Sultans play Creole
Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Goodnight, now it's time to go home'
And he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing'
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowin' Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring
And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Oh but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on down south, way on down south London town
You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
but he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing
Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doin' alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin' it up for Friday night
With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans... yeah the Sultans play Creole
Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Goodnight, now it's time to go home'
And he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing'
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
"Come see American Football, featuring the most overpaid athletes in the world."
Music from one of my favorite music scenes of all time. I will one day visit chicago and see and hear it for myself.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Perfect From Now On
I heard about Built To Spill thru my friend Stephen Kugelberg. In payment for exposing me to yet another good band and it was his birthday I took him to see them play Perfect From Now On in its entirety. One of the best shows I've witnessed. Thanks Stevie and thank you Built To Spill.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
"I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!"
— Charles Bukowski
— Charles Bukowski
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
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Follow up bike fit session went well. Flexibility has increased, still needs work though. Picked up another foam roller to help my muscles recover after workouts etc. Just keeping an eye on my bike while aubry does some shopping.
Check damon roberson out at surf city cyclery for your bike fit needs.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Rosebowl Half Marathon/Superbowl Weekend
Worked the Rosebowl Half Marathon this weekend. Awesome race! super nice participants and good people to work with. Got home and jumped on the bike for an 18 mile ride to officially conclude a very tiring weekend (feels good).
Long Beach
7th Street exit bridge, Long Beach
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Porta III
Friday, September 3, 2010
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