If You'Re Listening To Music Now... Whats Playing? (2018)

[bannork]

Tippers needs some Tibetan tea.

 

[bannork]

6 hours ago, Tippaporn said:

Trying to spot you in the audience, Slaps.  Where's Waldo?

 

I envy you greatly if you were there to see this live.  Sends shivers up my spine.

 

 

i think it's fairly obvious by now that Slaps is indeed Roger Waters.

 

Edited January 12, 2019 by bannork

[Tippaporn]

1 hour ago, talahtnut said:

It'd be nice if you put less speed in yer brekky nosh, I can't

keep up wiv yer, and me speekers is steemin.

 

 

DB is missing in action so I'm trying to fill his shoes.

 

I swear, there are so many drop dead gorgeous women in music videos.  Who needs porn?  It's funny, everyone here thinks I'm listening to the music, 5555555555!!

 

 

 

[Tippaporn]

27 minutes ago, bannork said:

i think it's fairly obvious by now that Slaps is indeed Roger Waters.

 

Ya know, the thought never occurred to me but I think you're right, bannork.  Either that or I bet he's reaping some financial gain from it.  I just need to figure out how he's doing it so I can get in on it.  Come on, Slaps, share with us.

 

 

[Tippaporn]

56 minutes ago, bannork said:

Tippers needs some Tibetan tea.

 

A lovely, tender little song, ain't it, bannork?

 

 

[Tippaporn]

For all you potato lovers out there.

 

 

[tutsiwarrior]

9 minutes ago, Tippaporn said:

For all you potato lovers out there.

 

 

The Old Bell republican pub, Kilburn High Road NW6 late 1980s and some kid about 25 y.o. with a squeeze box fell into a trance with guitar and fiddle...his eyes were glazed over and he took the rest of us in the bar along with him, never seen nothin' like it...he whaled on it for nearly 20mins...

 

memorable times...

 

 

[Slaps]

8 hours ago, Tippaporn said:

Trying to spot you in the audience, Slaps.  Where's Waldo?

 

I envy you greatly if you were there to see this live.  Sends shivers up my spine.

 

 

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..

And you and bannork could be,

Morecambe And Wise

..

Edited January 12, 2019 by Slaps

[Tippaporn]

1 hour ago, tutsiwarrior said:

The Old Bell republican pub, Kilburn High Road NW6 late 1980s and some kid about 25 y.o. with a squeeze box fell into a trance with guitar and fiddle...his eyes were glazed over and he took the rest of us in the bar along with him, never seen nothin' like it...he whaled on it for nearly 20mins...

 

memorable times...

In '99 I was working in Tullamore.  I remember Tullamore Thursdays at the old Bridge House Restaurant & Pub.  Ladies drink for free and they came in droves.  Some of the prettiest fair-skinned lasses you can lay your eyes on.  Live music and packed like a sardine can.  Best Chinese food I ever ate was in Tullamore as well.  The Jade Inn on Church Street, and it's still there.  Best duck I've ever eaten as well, at Billabong's.  Smothered in mushroom gravy.  Though I went with a group I never uttered a word while I ate.  It was gastronomical ecstasy.  

 

We stayed at the Shelbourne across from St. Stephen's Green and just down from Grafton Street while in Dublin.  I can't recall the pub we went to one night but they had a live band playing with an elderly fiddler sitting on a stool.  His hair was down to his arse and his beard rested on his lap.  Still have the CD of that band.  So utterly packed that if you were to pass out from too much Guinness you'd never hit the floor.

 

Never slept more than 4 hours a night while I was there.  It was brutal but, yes, memorable times.

 

 

Edited January 12, 2019 by Tippaporn

[Slaps]

..

Close My Eye's, 

And Drift Away

..

 

Edited January 12, 2019 by Slaps

[jvs]

 

[Tippaporn]

On 1/7/2019 at 8:10 PM, talahtnut said:

There's a neighbourhood subwoofer alert out.

 

 

Music from Planet X for the Xians who post here.  We know who you are (the big ears are a dead giveaway).

 

And now, presenting ein kleines Nachtmusik for us Earthlings . . . 

 

 

[tutsiwarrior]

5 hours ago, Tippaporn said:

In '99 I was working in Tullamore.  I remember Tullamore Thursdays at the old Bridge House Restaurant & Pub.  Ladies drink for free and they came in droves.  Some of the prettiest fair-skinned lasses you can lay your eyes on.  Live music and packed like a sardine can.  Best Chinese food I ever ate was in Tullamore as well.  The Jade Inn on Church Street, and it's still there.  Best duck I've ever eaten as well, at Billabong's.  Smothered in mushroom gravy.  Though I went with a group I never uttered a word while I ate.  It was gastronomical ecstasy.  

 

We stayed at the Shelbourne across from St. Stephen's Green and just down from Grafton Street while in Dublin.  I can't recall the pub we went to one night but they had a live band playing with an elderly fiddler sitting on a stool.  His hair was down to his arse and his beard rested on his lap.  Still have the CD of that band.  So utterly packed that if you were to pass out from too much Guinness you'd never hit the floor.

 

Never slept more than 4 hours a night while I was there.  It was brutal but, yes, memorable times.

 

 

 

got married in Dublin in 1988 (ex - wifey from Co Laois) and stayed at the Clarence Hotel (known in them times as a fleabag before Bono bought it and made it hip)...never did get to see no music although we were close to downtown, with all the preparation and activity on my wedding night I was too tired to phurk...

 

my favorite irish whisky is Tullamore Dew, my ex father - in - law's tipple...rest his soul...

 

 

Edited January 12, 2019 by tutsiwarrior

[Tippaporn]

12 hours ago, tutsiwarrior said:

got married in Dublin in 1988 (ex - wifey from Co Laois) and stayed at the Clarence Hotel (known in them times as a fleabag before Bono bought it and made it hip)...never did get to see no music although we were close to downtown, with all the preparation and activity on my wedding night I was too tired to phurk...

 

my favorite irish whisky is Tullamore Dew, my ex father - in - law's tipple...rest his soul...

Ho! Ho!  Who would of thought, tutsi.  I would have pegged you for certain to have latched on to a chaquita from somewhere south of the border.  Oh, boy, this seems ripe for the telling of another verse from, "The Tutsi Memoirs:  Tales of Lust And Love (In No Particular Order)."

 

What, no band at the wedding??  Seems inconceivable . . . and possibly criminal.

 

Guinness and Baileys for me.  Every so often as I'm nearing the end of a work day I like to pull out the Baileys and just start sipping straight out of the bottle.  When I start to feel a bit of a head rush then that's the signal to shut down and call it quits for the day.  Ah, the small pleasures of life!

 

 

 

 

Edited January 13, 2019 by Tippaporn

[bannork]

I lived in Connemara, County Galway for a summer in the mid 70s, helping a friend build his house right on the ocean. Absolutely stunning views, when the sea was still, all the isles offshore looked like they were floating in the sky. I'd never been to Ireland before and it was a shock to realize how different the rural parts were to England. We only ever saw a policeman once, a new rozzer who marched into the village pub and told the landlord to obey the law and close at midnight. Everyone shook their heads and muttered, 'He won't last long here.'

 

[tutsiwarrior]

nah...we didn't have much money when we got back to the Kilburn High Road from Nicaragua and Mexico City...no music at the reception just some pints at the bar and bacon and cabbage at the Clarence Hotel cafe...but it was boisterous and some dude sitting nearby was a journo for a local rag and wanted to note our celebration in his column...

 

but yeah, I had lots of gurlfrens from lotsa places because I useta be a handsome lad...a rake and ramblin' boy...

 

 

 

 

Edited January 13, 2019 by tutsiwarrior

[talahtnut]

We had a Irish copper in the village, on his first patrol, it

was a dark winters night, steaming his bicycle down the

steep hill he ploughed into the 5' deep ford..but he was

a good friend and I was able to dodge several speed

tickets, for the price of a bottle of the amber nectar.

Soon after my ex chucked me out, I met a nice young

lady at a party, who turned out to be a psychologist.

She took me here, and I still haven't recovered...

So many different clubs in London, I used to go every

night...

 

[Tippaporn]

On 12/27/2018 at 8:11 PM, tutsiwarrior said:

watched a red moon rise over the beach one night in front of my bungalow on the north central coast of VN and drifting over the water 'the night I was born, the moon turned a fire red...'

 

Reminds me of a two week camping holiday a mate and I took to the Florida panhandle during the summer off season.  Spent a week at Fort Pickens, Pensacola and the campsite was deader than a graveyard.  After 4 days we're sittin' around the campsite and in rolls a Volkswagen minibus with California plates and two chicks inside.  Too many stories to tell from our last 3 days there.

 

We headed out east to Port St. Joe and camped another week on the St. Joseph Peninsula.  Again, the site was completely deserted and after another 4 days of solitude in rolls a Volkswagen bug with California plates.  My buddy and I eye each other devilishly with feelings of déjà vu and as the bug rolls past, sure enough, two chicks.

 

We invited them over for dinner that night and afterwards we took to the beach separately as couples.  For those not familiar the sands on the peninsula are magnificently sun bleached white.  There was a full moon overhead on the deserted beach and you could see as far in any direction as if it were daylight.  My gal and I laid down on the beach with the surf lapping our toes and she starts the conversation off by telling me about her concern for her girlfriend when they passed through New Orleans.  Apparently, while at a local bar, her gf vanished.  Turns out she had gone home with one of the bartenders.  Enough said as the swim gear came off.

 

Absolutely the most exotic surroundings for a romp I'd ever had.  The only thing missing was this song.  I did learn, though, never to be on the bottom while making love in the sand as it damn-near scrubbed the skin off my lower back.  I felt the pain when I woke the next morning . . . which was alleviated somewhat by the girl still sleeping in my arms.

 

 

[tutsiwarrior]

gotta look out for them deserted golf courses at night as well...woke up one mornin' with me knees rubbed down to the epidermis and then remembered what I was up to the night before, very drunk and it took me a long time to come...and the grass on them fairways is unforgiving...

 

she was a large girl and a class mate in Eng Lit 2 and comp lit and the banter was always entertaining...shakespeare riffing offa chris marlowe...'french is an inferior language and relatively expressionless and I don't understand yer interest in the original Bovary' and as I was fluent in spanish another romance language the burden was on me to explain the intellectual necessity...

 

and there was 'little susie' on the side...she was into the Urantia Book and studied anthro...we sat naked and studied the text and she said 'this looks like gospel text' and I said we'd need a king James to check, lets phurk instead...

 

 

liberal arts education is where it's at...engineering is tiresome and mostly hard work...but it pays well unlike liberal arts...

 

maybe too harsh on engineering as you can model any process mathematically, set up a control loop for any variation and then continue...

 

does this mean that we can mathematically model everything that goes on in the universe??? indeed, yes we can...

 

 

tutsi is the god of hellfire...sounds better than a retired drunken slob in some beat little town in SE Asia...

 

 

 

Edited January 13, 2019 by tutsiwarrior

[Tippaporn]

46 minutes ago, talahtnut said:

We had a Irish copper in the village, on his first patrol, it

was a dark winters night, steaming his bicycle down the

steep hill he ploughed into the 5' deep ford..but he was

a good friend and I was able to dodge several speed

tickets, for the price of a bottle of the amber nectar.

Soon after my ex chucked me out, I met a nice young

lady at a party, who turned out to be a psychologist.

She took me here, and I still haven't recovered...

So many different clubs in London, I used to go every

night...

 

Bizarre-O, talahtnut!  And she was a psychologist and took you here?  Not sure I'd want to let her into my head, LOL!  Looks sinister.

 

I've never been to a club as fantastic as this.  The most freakish bar I'd ever gone to was back in the late 70's when I was bartending at a pizzeria in Lincoln Park, Chicago.  One of our waiters was a gay Italian who had the classic Italian male visage.  He had the potential to be an outright lady killer had he been straight.  After closing he took me to one of his favourite haunts somewhere down on Lake Street on Chicago's near north side.  Parking was tight so I dropped him at the entrance and found parking around the corner.  As soon as I got out of the car I was confronted with the scene of someone kicking the <deleted> out of a transvestite laying curled up on the sidewalk attempting to fend off the blows.  Ooookaaaaay!

 

Now this was the disco era, and Urban Cowboy had just come out.  Everyone seemed to get in on the fad of dressing up as a cowpoke.  So I walk in and take a seat next to the waiter at this circular bar.  Directly across from me were a couple of dudes dressed as though they had just come off a western movie set.  As I looked at them they started tonguing each other.  Ooookaaaaay!

 

The waiter caught me eyeing what appeared to me to be genuine females and he'd laugh and, as if he were reading my mind, would simply say, "Nooo."  "Look for the Adam's apple," he'd tell me.  Ooookaaaaay!

 

Off to one side of the bar was a small platform for any patron who wanted to spotlight their dancing.  Two transvestites mounted and started dancing sensually with each other.  My jaw literally dropped as I couldn't previously imagine two humans capable of looking as grotesque, unnatural and repulsive.  Ooookaaaaay!

 

At one point during the night a bona fide female came and sat down on the empty stool next to me.  Well, we started conversing and not long after took me by the hand and led me to the dance floor.  So we're dancing just fine until some dude dancing shirtless with himself nears us.  His pants are unbuttoned and the zipper is down but he's paying us no mind.  The chick surprisingly cops a mean attitude over his indecency and begins to rant in my ear over it.  Now I understand that, both of us being straight, we're in completely foreign territory and, to be prudent,  you don't make waves as you're totally outnumbered.  Well, she can't control her indignation and tells me she's going to go over and tell him to zip up his pants.  Ooookaaaaay!

 

So she walks up to him and they start exchanging some heated barbs at each other and then when finished comes back to me.  Of course he refused her demand.  We dance a bit more and she gets all huffed up again and tells me she's going in for a second round.  I strongly advised against but, hey, it was her life and she was free to end it at her choosing.  My philosophical leaning is to live and let live but this seemed to be the reverse . . . live and let die.  So ooookaaaaay!

 

She starts cussing him out like a snake shooting venom so he grabs a shot glass from off the bar top and baps her on the head with it.  By this time a couple the bar's security gorillas pounce on her and bounce her out of the bar on her arse.  Ooookaaaaay!

 

I'm outta here!

 

This was a gay troupe but whatever anyone's sexual leanings their Age Of Consent LP was admittedly pure gold.

 

I chalked up another tale for the grandkids . . . when they get a lot older.

 

 

[Tippaporn]

4 hours ago, tutsiwarrior said:

nah...we didn't have much money when we got back to the Kilburn High Road from Nicaragua and Mexico City...no music at the reception just some pints at the bar and bacon and cabbage at the Clarence Hotel cafe...but it was boisterous and some dude sitting nearby was a journo for a local rag and wanted to note our celebration in his column...

 

but yeah, I had lots of gurlfrens from lotsa places because I useta be a handsome lad...a rake and ramblin' boy...

 

 

 

 

Wow!!  Now tell me the similarities aren't striking!  Our own tutsi, a true revolutionary in our midst.  And here we thought Che was dead.  Alive and well and living in some dusty, non-descript Thai village.  Perón o muerte!!!

 

You'll have to provide us translation for the lyrics, tutsi.

 

 

 

 

 

Edited January 13, 2019 by Tippaporn

[Tippaporn]

I discovered Buena Vista Social Club quite some time ago and never realized that they're a Cuban band.

 

 

[Tippaporn]

 

[talahtnut]

4 hours ago, tutsiwarrior said:

 

4 hours ago, tutsiwarrior said:

Edited 3 hours ago by tutsiwarrior

I'm sure I've seen that face on the village police station

notice board.

I'm not saying why I was in there.

[Tippaporn]

This song was made famous back in the 60's but I like this version better.

 

 

[Tippaporn]

4 minutes ago, talahtnut said:

 

I'm sure I've seen that face on the village police station

notice board.

I'm not saying why I was in there.

Thinking he had been nicked, you were there to break him out!  Geesh, not hard to figure out there.

[tutsiwarrior]

ah, it's just the ethnic similarity, ol' che was from Argentina and my mom's folks were up country in Bolivia...justa couple of andean homies...

 

I was in Bolivia when che was murdered in 1967 and I was in a bar in Cochabamba with people that were associated with him and I remember funeral processions from the conflict...didn't know much about what was happening at the time, too much happenin' with the girls and I was only 17...a dude I knew that was a lieutenant in the army got gut shot and I helped him along the local prado to his destination at the 'circulo militar'...

 

I've carried che's feelings in my heart when I discovered an alternative way of looking at US cold war foreign policy regarding bullying and imperialism and that's why I left over 30 years ago never to return...Joanie's song says it all

 

 

organize and defeat the bully!

 

 

[Tippaporn]

22 minutes ago, tutsiwarrior said:

ah, it's just the ethnic similarity, ol' che was from Argentina and my mom's folks were up country in Bolivia...justa couple of andean homies...

 

I was in Bolivia when che was murdered in 1967 and I was in a bar in Cochabamba with people that were associated with him and I remember funeral processions from the conflict...didn't know much about what was happening at the time, too much happenin' with the girls and I was only 17...a dude I knew that was a lieutenant in the army got gut shot and I helped him along the local prado to his destination at the 'circulo militar'...

 

I've carried che's feelings in my heart when I discovered an alternative way of looking at US cold war foreign policy regarding bullying and imperialism and that's why I left over 30 years ago never to return...Joanie's song says it all

 

 

organize and defeat the bully!

 

 

Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.  Unfortunately, the sickness is within all governments, in my humble opinion.  I've come to the conclusion that there are few souls on this earth that would be capable of handling that power, and of those that could most probably have no desire to.  On the other hand, there's a great mass of people who are willing to kill each other in their quest for power.

 

Green cards used to be valid for life.  Up until '97.  Had to re-register for a token $25 fee.  Today the cost is $455 for the application and an $85 biometrics fee.  Meaning that green card holders by default have to provide the government with their personal data which is wholly unconstitutional.  Not my opinion.  It is.  Crooked lawyers will argue to the death otherwise with their learned legal-speak.  And the laws changed so that you could not be absent for more than one calendar year else you lose your green card.  Though I had been in the U.S. since age two I never became a U.S. citizen.  The only practical difference between a green card holder and a citizen was the right to vote.  As long as there were no other disadvantages I thought it prudent to wait until a day when perhaps there would be an advantage for me to get citizenship.  Back in '08 I had considered it as I was tired of the annual trip back.  Went to the U.S. embassy and was given an application.  One of the requirements was that you lived in the U.S. for five years consecutively with no absence.  At that time I had been resident cumulatively for 50 years and the entirety of those 50 years now meant nothing.  No way was I going to go back to do 5 years 'time' as I now view it.  I let the green card lapse and have no desire to return.

 

The problem with fighting them as I see it that you ultimately become them in the process.  I read Tolkien's Lord Of The Rings when I was in my teens.  There was another high fantasy trilogy written between '77 and '79 by Stephen Donaldson entitled The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, the Unbeliever.  Very well done, IMHO.  They were very similar as to the general story line - good vs. evil.  The difference between the two endings was the dark lord Sauron being defeated by use of force and The Chronicles version of Sauron being defeated by irrelevance.  It was realized that the more force that was brought to bear to defeat the antagonist caused the antagonist to gain ever greater power.  It was only then that he was 'defeated' by removing their power from him.  The short of it is that from my point of view the Joe Hills need to reclaim their power from those whom they've foolishly bequeathed it to.

 

Anyway, the Lord Of The Rings movie produced some great music.  A friend of mine once name his cat Éowyn, a beautiful, if fictional, name.  And round we come again to music.

 

 

[Slaps]

 

 

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Probably

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Edited January 13, 2019 by Slaps

[bannork]

Not many people know David Bowie wrote a song about Tutsi.

He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van
Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man
The only survivor of the National People's Gang
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit

He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom
The police had warned of repercussions
They followed none too soon
A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive
Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph
He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone
Panic in Detroit

Putting on some clothes I made my way to school
And I found my teacher crouching in his overalls
I screamed and ran to smash my favorite slot machine
And jumped…