One year later...

I read something recently about how we think time moves faster as we age.  It's about encoding memories, and when we're younger there are more new things to encode.  As we get older there are fewer such events, and so we perceive time is moving more quickly. 

That thought popped into my head as I thought about this year.  For me, I had LOTS of new experiences, and so I think it's been at least two years since 2018 ended.  So, to feed my ongoing narcsisitic tendencies I'll give you the Cliff's Notes version:

• I became officially Disabled.  In and of itself this is no relevation--it's been three years since I passed out in front of Samsonite's corporate HQ and began my life on the Disabled List.  But in May I sat in front of a Federal Judge and my attorney laid out why I should be "disabled" per the Social Security's standards.  It was about 30 minutes, and it recapped the long, strange trip I had been on.  At the end of my hearing the Judge said "I am ruling you completely disabled.  Good Luck."  
• As a result of that half hour, I became a Ward of the State, receiving payments (which MetLife deducted from the Long Term Disability they were paying me) and attaining eligibility for Medicare. I guess the more Libertarian amongst us would call me a "Taker".  I'd be happy to trade that for just about any iteration of my life prior to 2011 (the Original Sin of a-fib) for the monthly Direct Deposits.
• Marjorie (the Patron Saint of Lost Causes) said to the first of two psychologists I'm seeing "He's in mourning for his career".  Truer words were never spoken.  But the fall has seen me go through the 45 stages of grief and I've put all that on the side of the road.  I had no idea how to move forward, no tools to stanch the bleeding of my emotional state.  So one shrink handles the meds, the other handles the therapy.  Both say my progress has been amazing.  At least I'm not thinking about how things might be better if I was left by the side of the road with my grief.
• I became a College Student again.  South Carolina lets seniors take classes at any state supported university and not pay tuition.  No degree and no grade, but who cares?  My first class was Intro to Buddhism.  I learned that all Karma is bad (a sad moment for Marjorie).  I meditate 15 minutes a day and it's helping the quality of my sleep.  
• We're beginning the Great Home Renovation.  A new kitchen, an enclosed side porch, and an enclosed back porch.  Marjorie already has her SheShed.  

That's the Executive Summary.  I'm "better", meaning that I'm not suicidal.  It also means that I'm seeing more sunshine than clouds these days.  We're approaching our 40th wedding anniversity, a time lapse that has boggled my mind.  Marjorie is working at Starbucks essentially for benefits, 20 hours a week gets health care and while the cost is about her entire pay it's saving us a fortune.  

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May 2020 bring you peace, good health, and contentment.  Remember to wallow in your employment, as it can be taken away from you at any minute with zero warning.  I am a walking personification of that axiom.  Be safe...

Pete

To warm the cockles of your heart...

Welcome to thatwasrockandroll. 

With 211 MILLION people facing zero or below temperatures tonight and tomorrow, thought I'd send some virtual warmth into the ether and see what comes of it.  Let's dig (oops, poor choice of words) right in, shall we?

First off is "It's Hot Tonight", the leadoff single from Alice Cooper's Lace and Whiskey.  Like Welcome to My Nightmare and Alice Cooper Goes to Hell, L&W was a "concept album" when there were such things as "albums", and the pressure to deliver something new every other month was not as fierce as it is now. 

Cooper would release one more of these wannabe epics, From the Inside, a running diary of his time in rehab.  I saw the concert he created to promote this album, and it began with a short film projected onto a wall at the rear of the set.  At the end of the movie, Alice runs towards the camera, and the actual Alice breaks through previously-unseen slats in the wall.  He breaks into "From the Inside" and we were off to the races.  To my knowledge he was less adventurous in the studio from that point on.

So, put on your gumshoes and strap on your .38 holster.  It's hot tonight...

And while we're on the subjects of heat and Alice Cooper, let's try on some serious hotness with the title track to the album BEFORE L&W.  Might be my favorite AC tune ever, due in no small part to the autobiographical nature of the tune and how it follows nicely on the theme of "No More Mister Nice Guy" from a couple years earlier.  The opening verse says it all:

For criminal acts and violence on the stage
For being a brat, refusing to act your age
For all the decent citizens you've enraged
You.  Can.  Go.  To.  Hell...

Finally, a shameless opportunity to plug my favorite Pop/Rock/Prog band, Toto.  Last week I attended a concert by the LA Philharmonic at the Walt Disney Concert Hall in LA.  The program was devoted to the music of John Williams, he of Jaws/Star Wars/ET/Superman/Harry Potter fame.  The Great Man was even there himself to rapturous applause when he came on stage.  By the way, I highly recommend seeing a concert--ANY concert at the WDCH.  Even upstairs and way back, the acoustics are incredible.  Plus, the building is nothing short of amazing.

Why did I digress?  Well, turns out John Williams has three children--a daughter and two sons.  It's the second son that brings me full circle.  Joseph Williams (born 1960) is the lead singer of Toto.  Has been off and on since 1987.  It's obvious that the fruit didn't fall far from the tree, as Joseph writes music for the TV series Roswell amongst other projects.

Feel the burn, and stay inside for a day or two...



Pete

Ah ha ha ha...

Welcome to thatwasrockandroll.

If you came on board the Guy Ritchie Bandwagon around, say, Sherlock Holmes (2008) you're missing some truly bizarre movies.  Go out right now and see his genius at work in Snatch or Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels.  

My madness has a method.  One of the really superior traits of a Guy Ritchie film is the soundtrack, exposing a younger audience to things they might not ever hear over the din of Pitbull, Katy Perry, and R. Kelly (currently recording "can I stay one step in front of the Feds" for a fall 2054 street date, assuming he is paroled).

The Song of the Day is from Snatch.  It's actually from the late '50s, and you can hear how much this track is influenced by Fats Domino, Dr. John, and it fit the mood of the movie perfectly.  So, let's get to it:

Always makes me smile...


Pete

ah ha ha ha

Welcome to thatwasrockandroll.

Got a chance to see Spider Man:  Into the Spider-Verse and it was spectacular.  Sorta animation, sorta anime, sorta CGI.  With a Nic Cage voice performance (try and guess it--I doubledog dare you).  And of course, there's the obligatory riff on the TV series theme, with modern flourishes included.

Since the movie was targeted, ahem, slightly younger than I am, it was something of an adventure to listen to the music.  As someone who believes that 98% of all current popular music is unlistenable, it was somewhat jarring to be watching something and having no cues to my upbringing.  Except the theme, of course.

But the TV theme brought me back to afternoons after school and hours spent reading comic books (alas, my mom threw them out, along with my baseball/football cards and other stuff that would be worth a small fortune now).  I was more a Flash guy, and Green Hornet (the TV version with Van Johnson and BRUCE FRICKIN LEE).

Now that I've roamed all over the pasture, let's get to today's song.  While I am on record having a distaste for remakes, sometimes I make an exception.  Bur first, let's luxuriate in the original:

While nothing can be as good to my closed-off mind (especially the dischord at the end), there IS a version that is damned near perfect.  And by someone who I don't listen to all that much.  Chances are you forgot about it, as it's from the first Tobey Maguire movie.  But it's worth a listen because it's just SO different...

It's a take that Sinatra would have endorsed.  Way cool...


Pete