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today's musings
Aug. 22nd, 2005 01:15 pmOn impulse, I bought 4 Iron Maiden albums on Saturday: Fear of the Dark (7/10), Live After Death (8/10), Seventh Son of a Seventh Son (10/10), and Dance of Death (5/10). It was a bit of a substantial 'impulse' purchase, but hey, they were cheap. Dance of Death is definitely not very good though. It's like they took all the bad bits from The X-Factor and Virtual XI albums and condensed it into one handy package.
My purchase of these cds could be construed as supporting the band during a difficult time; that vilest of harridans, Sharon Osbourne, has gone out of her way to make Iron Maiden look bad on the Ozzfest tour, starting with the anti-Maiden message on the official Ozzfest t-shirt, through to cutting their set short, and most recently, turning off their PA repeatedly during the gig, getting various stage hands to mock them during the show, getting the announcer to chant for Ozzy while Maiden were still on stage, and apparently planting her daughter Kelly with a few other cronies at the front of the crowd so that they could throw eggs at the band! Is this the sort of woman that should get a major say in the promotion of rock music? Maybe she's just jealous that Maiden's Bruce Dickinson can actually sing, not to mention do gigs on subsequent nights, in stark contrast to her decrepit husband in both cases.
Speaking of decrepit, I really should start getting to sleep earlier instead of staying up late harassing people on MSN. Someone told me that I'd adjust to having less sleep after a while. Well, I've been doing this for 2 months now and I'm still almost dozing off in the mornings. Unfortunately everything gets interesting after 11pm and I don't particularly want to be in bed! Meh.
Anyway... As I was walking through town earlier on the way to hunt down edibles, a small kid ran out in front of me. His mother exclaimed, "Ben, look where you're going!" My smart-ass mental response obviously was, "I was, and I was nowhere near him!" Then I thought about how handy it would be if everybody - rather than just me and the navigationally-challenged child - all had the same name. Filling in forms would take less time. Christmas cards could come pre-printed with the "To Ben" bit at the top. And there'd be no more crying out the wrong name during sex! Uh... I think I'm all out of positive ideas now...
My purchase of these cds could be construed as supporting the band during a difficult time; that vilest of harridans, Sharon Osbourne, has gone out of her way to make Iron Maiden look bad on the Ozzfest tour, starting with the anti-Maiden message on the official Ozzfest t-shirt, through to cutting their set short, and most recently, turning off their PA repeatedly during the gig, getting various stage hands to mock them during the show, getting the announcer to chant for Ozzy while Maiden were still on stage, and apparently planting her daughter Kelly with a few other cronies at the front of the crowd so that they could throw eggs at the band! Is this the sort of woman that should get a major say in the promotion of rock music? Maybe she's just jealous that Maiden's Bruce Dickinson can actually sing, not to mention do gigs on subsequent nights, in stark contrast to her decrepit husband in both cases.
Speaking of decrepit, I really should start getting to sleep earlier instead of staying up late harassing people on MSN. Someone told me that I'd adjust to having less sleep after a while. Well, I've been doing this for 2 months now and I'm still almost dozing off in the mornings. Unfortunately everything gets interesting after 11pm and I don't particularly want to be in bed! Meh.
Anyway... As I was walking through town earlier on the way to hunt down edibles, a small kid ran out in front of me. His mother exclaimed, "Ben, look where you're going!" My smart-ass mental response obviously was, "I was, and I was nowhere near him!" Then I thought about how handy it would be if everybody - rather than just me and the navigationally-challenged child - all had the same name. Filling in forms would take less time. Christmas cards could come pre-printed with the "To Ben" bit at the top. And there'd be no more crying out the wrong name during sex! Uh... I think I'm all out of positive ideas now...
