Motorhead last night was absolutely epic. We were standing throughout the whole thing, and everyone else in the sitting area was sitting, so he said “Stand up you lazy cunts, it’s not fucking Shakespeare is it?, you two, yes, you two, you’ve been standing up for the whole thing, thank you!” So Lemmy spoke to us
The Damned opened for them, and ‘Captain Sensible’ (guitarist) was testing out the spotlight, and shone it on us, we waved and he stuck his two fingers up at us, haha.

When Motorhead played Overkill at the end, it was unbelievably good. They played it extended for about 8 minutes, strobe lights flashing, crazy lights. And the drum solo, WOW, Mikkey Dee is amazing. He soloed for about 5 minutes straight without stopping, he was AMAZING. His drum kit was huge too. I saw loads of guitars and basses behind the amps, but Lemmy only used his 1 bass, and Phil Campbell (guitarist) only used 3 guitars, a white Les Paul, a green Les Paul and a X shaped, I think it may have been a Kramer but I’m not entirely sure. Captain Sensible from the Damned seemed to be using an LTD (lower grade of ESP).

The Damned: “Having a good night?”
Audience: “YEAH”
The Damned: “Better than fucking Simon Cowell and xfactor isn’t it?”
Audience: “YEAH”
The Damned: “This song’s called ’smash it up’, and I hope Simon Cowel does take this advice”

Epic

1. Abacus W.B. Pg 31.

2. Maths handout, shopping, draw and colour the coins you use.

3. Handwriting Pgs 30 and 31 for Friday.

4. Finish Oxford Reading Tree handouts and read well, for Friday.

5. English Pronouns handout Paper 1 Ex B on blue.

6. Maltese Composition ‘Jiena Ktieb’ on orange copybook.  Use the questions handout to help you build sentences where you are going to imagine that you are a book, not a boy or a girl.   The handout with lines will give you an idea how sentences should be placed.

7. Start to prepare a Christmas card from re-cycled material addressed to the teacher, Ms Alison and the whole class.  Try to be original.  These cards will be exhibited in the school.  All children have to do it, please.

Tim Bennett, the president of HARPO, just released this statement:

“Tomorrow, Oprah will announce live on ‘The Oprah Winfrey Show’ that she has decided to end what is arguably one of the most popular, influential and enduring programs in television history. The sun will set on the “Oprah” show as its 25th season draws to a close on September 9, 2011.”

The end is near. Obviously.

I’m sad.

Love is like magic, and it always will be,
For love still remains life’s sweet mystery.
Love works in ways that are marvelous and strange,
There’s nothing in life that love cannot change!
Love can transform the most commonplace
Into beauty and grandeur and sweetness and grace.
Love is unselfish, understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart, and not with its mind.
Love is the answer that everyone seeks;
Love is the language that everyone speaks.
Love can’t be bought, it is priceless and free.
Love, like pure magic, is life’s sweet mystery.

-Author unknown

Celebrate the love you have for each other by giving our Personalized Anniversary Picture Frame featuring a lovely engraved poem along with your loving sentiments.

While U2 are remembering The Unforgettable Fire on its 25th anniversary, a bunch of our @U2 staff spent some time last month remembering a different album: The Joshua Tree. It was part of a staff meetup that coincided with U2’s concert in Las Vegas. We met in Las Vegas the night before the concert and paid a visit to Fremont St., site of the video for “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” We saw the concert itself on October 23rd. The day after the concert, we made a pilgrimage out into the California desert to see the real Joshua Tree itself (which fell over back in 2000) and Zabriskie Point, site of the cover photo from The Joshua Tree.

It took a couple weeks, but our best photos and videos are now online, and you’re welcome to share in what we saw during a terrific weekend in the great southwest.

@U2 at Fremont Street, Las Vegas

Flickr: 10 photos
YouTube video: 23 seconds

U2 concert, Sam Boyd Stadium, Las Vegas

Flickr: 12 photos
YouTube: “Until the End of the World” (HD video)

@U2 at Zabriskie Point, California

Flickr: 36 photos
YouTube: Video collage set to “In God’s Country”

@U2 at the Joshua Tree site, California

Flickr: 41 photos
YouTube: Video collage set to “Where the Streets Have No Name”

We’ll also embed this last video below. The text moves a bit quickly at the beginning. Enjoy!

I’d like to introduce you to a very good friend and mentor of mine. I consider him to be one of the last living masters of this music that we call jazz. He plays drums and I place him in the same category of a Tony Williams or Roy Haynes (he actually knows both of them and would go over to Tony’s house and play drum duets with him when he was younger). Chick Corea considers him to be one of the world’s greatest drummers. I saw that quote in a magazine a few years ago. He taught at Berklee College of Music and he continues to educate and inspire many musicians worldwide via his vast collection of instructional/inspirational drumming videos.

His name is Lenny “The 25th” Nelson. He’s one of the nicest, humble, down-to-earth individuals that you probably have never met. I’ve known him for about eleven or twelve years. He frequents Wally’s Café on the weekends and every time he visits, we talk and I always asked him to play. He kindly refused up until about 3 or 4 months ago. We played Just One of Those Things and it was FAST!! Lenny’s a master at the uptempos. Here’s a video of one of his earlier videos, he has over 1,000 of these in his library:

Why is Lenny known as Lenny “The 25th”? I’ll tell but it’s a long story! I’ll give it to you.

Let’s go back to the opening of Spike Lee’s The 25th Hour in the theatres. So my wife (then girlfriend) Colleen are standing in line waiting to buy tickets. I look over my back and see Lenny with his wife and I asked him what they were going to see. He said they were going to see The 25th Hour. He was excited because he calls himself the 25th. I was a bit confused so I asked him why. He then gives me his business card. It has his name “Lenny the 25th”Nelson on it and nothing else. I chuckled a bit because I think that’s the first and only time I’d received a card with no number on it!

Now fast forward several years to this past Friday night. Lenny came down to Wally’s and I hung out with him on our set break. We started a conversation that somehow got to the subject of his childhood. He then tells me that he is the 25th BORN OF 26!!! The 26th child passed away at 1 year so Lenny got all of the attention. When he was born it was headline news here in Boston. President Roosevelt contacted Lenny’s parents because he wanted to send a TV crew to their home and document their home life. This would have essentially been the first reality tv show (forget John and Kate plus 8, lol). But Lenny’s mother declined. He then described living in a household of this size. Imagine sitting at a dinner table 20 yards wide every meal!!

Lenny was a celebrity here in Boston. He was recognized everywhere he went and a social magnet to all creeds and colors. Needless to say that after all of those years of living in the public eye, Lenny now enjoys a little solitude, but when he gets on the set, he brings everyone together.

Here’s a big CHEERS to Lenny “The 25th” Nelson!!

Jason Palmer

Lu’s mixtape series expands…Fahrenheit 1/15 number 6 drops November 25th, 2009. The official title will come soon enough…
Be on the lookout! Check out those first 5 if you haven’t heard them yet.

Peace, and remember to smile, love.

Katy Perry turned 25 on October 25 and celebrated the day with fast!
After the mega-party on which attended guests like Perez Hilton and Taylor Swift (among others), the star born in Scorpio stopped several times on the streets of LA, to sign autographs.
Katy looked sexier and more graceful than ever: he chose to wear a tiny top that let you guess the shapes under it, encouraging the paparazzi and also our imagination.

The premiere of the 25th Night of the Proms edition in Antwerp(B), with Roxette, Sharon den Adel (Within Temptation), Orchestral Manoeuvers in the Dark, Toots Thielemans, Peter and Zoltan Katona, John Miles and more was highly appreciated! There are some very small issues that need some attention, but it was really a great show! Although it was very stress-full sometimes with more than 20 photographers on a small place between the catwalk and the crowd! But hey… that’s part of the job! No?

No more words… just enjoy the pictures… maybe you can hear the music already!

And off course many thanks to Bernard!

It’d been a long time since she had had time to think. Or maybe she had just chosen not to. But this voice in her head came up time and again – so this must be what thinking sounded like. She shifted uncomfortably. The rocks were pointy and her flesh was complaining. She hesitated before adjusting herself – perhaps if she rocked a little, maybe she would be able to prolong the pleasure from this pain. The ocean roared, echoing her own anguish. The waves rose, higher and higher, before they crashed, one big gasping sob after the next, spraying her with the surfs tears.

A stray tendril of hair blew across her face- an invisible hand trying to wipe away the damp. She smiled at the irony. The person she needed was far away – on a mission, he said. He was gone for long long periods, even more so lately. Something had been amiss since his past few visits. His eyes didn’t meet hers, and he shied from her touch. His big bear hugs had reduced themselves to chaste kisses on the head. She ached inside for his touch, for his warmth, for the reassurance that she felt in his arms.

Evening was falling. It was getting chilly. She rubbed her the flesh above her elbows vigorously, trying to stay warm. A sharp pain shot through her left arm. Tears filled her eyes, and overflowed. She winced. The bruise wasn’t getting any better. Perhaps it was her heart that wasn’t healing. She had become so disillusioned with their relationship. He, who would tenderly kiss her goodnight, now displaced his affection by throwing her down the stairs, or beating her with the iron. Her arm had been a particularly nasty blow. He had struck her with a heeled shoe.

Tears fell down her cheeks. What had happened to the promises never to hit her. Where was the supposed fulfillment and content he used to promise her before they eloped. She had willingly left behind oppression. Now she missed her mother. Alone, with no one to talk to, all she seemed to do was cry. It was almost all there was to do. She lived alone. Slept alone. Ate alone. All the neighbourhood women kept their distance. They heard the shouting, and her cries late into the night. But no one stepped forward to save her, even when she was being beaten to within an inch of her life. Na rey baba, who wanted the jhanjhat.

She was drowning. Suffocating within herself. The way he had kicked her till she lost the baby. Smothered in the love inflicted by his father. “Hopelessness lies at the outermost limits of intense longing”, she’d read somewhere. Oh yes, it was from that Premchand book. What wisdom there was in his words. After all, what did life have to offer her now. She had chosen this road, she should suffer it out, her relatives had laughed. To hope was futile. He was gone for long periods, yes, but he left his indelible marks on her life. Even when he wasn’t there, they were watching. Watching and waiting. Even one slip, and she was dead.

She lived in fear, and he was the one spreading it. She had suspected her had gotten involved with the wrong crowd. It had all begun when he decided to journey up country to find a job. Times were hard, and with a baby on the way, their savings couldn’t have lasted very long. She had planned to put her education to good use, and get a respectable teaching job. But then she had gotten pregnant. He had put on a brave face, decided to play the role of the provider, and set out to find a job. Days went by, there was no word. Days turned into weeks, and her panic grew. One day, a slight knock was heard on the door, and she rushed to open it – just before she got to the door, she was overcome by a bout of heaving, and when she had wiped the spittle from her face, she found an envelope under the door. He had written her a letter. Relief brought angry questions to her lips, and she asked them aloud, even though he couldn’t hear her.

His mobile had gotten snatched. She shook her head at the news, he was so stubborn, he wouldn’t replace it. But his note was full of hope. He had found a job that would suffice. He would send home money every month, and as soon as he found accomodation, he would send for her. A home, he had enthused. A home at last. This hope had sustained her for the first few weeks. Then, slowly, she’d gotten lonely. Money was infrequent. Some nights her stomach would cramp with hunger, and she would press her parched lips to the tap for water. Loneliness turned into desolation. A few months passed. The season changed. She had started out in the spring of love, weathered the summer of fruitfulness, and when she had all but given hope, he turned up at the door.

He stood before her, gaunt, and bearded, clutching her letters. Unopened. All of them. About twenty. She had jumped into his arms. He stood, stiff, unmoving. She had looked up at him questioningly, the voice in her head wondering why he didn’t seem happy to see her. He had kissed her on the head – a fatherly kiss, and walked away. She had run after him, clutched his arm, eyes wide, her voice cracking with tears. She hadn’t seen it coming. The large crystal vase had come flying at her temple. The world had gone dark. When she had woken, he was gone. From there on the terror began.

He had returned some days later, begging, wheedling, apologizing. She immediately dissolved in tears and forgave him, clutching him to her chest, trying to heal the wound he had left inside. Even then, he grabbed her by the arms and shook her hard, and told her not to touch him. Her questions went unheard. His guilty conscience had made him enter a vicious cycle of abuse. Now he didn’t even offer apologies.

She rose, stood and faced the wind. Night had descended. Her body hurt from being in one position. She strolled under the stars. What a ride her life had been. A year had past, living in fear. A year had past since she’d lost her child. Darkness had become a familiar friend. The waves lapped the rocks gently, swooshing as they emptied the crevices in the rock surface. It would be so easy to walk into the water, and vanish. No one would miss her. Her footsteps took her forward, then back.

She walked headlong down the rocky strip. The stars twinkled down at her, aligned , guiding her towards her final jump. Suddenly, she stumbled. Her foot hit something warm, and wet. She jumped. Her hand went down to investigate. The clouds parted, and the moon briefly shone through. It was blood. A scream rose in her throat and choked.

A hand grabbed her from behind and spun her around. “Quiet. Say one word and I’ll show you what else my knife can do.” She froze. Felt his hand travel over her throat and come settle on her shoulder. “I’ve seen the way your husband has been treating you. I’ve been watching you, silently, patiently. Waiting for the right moment”. She stammered out “Wh-who a-a-are yo-you?”. She could feel the smile in his voice. “I’m just someone trying to give you the new life you crave. The life you deserve”.

“Wha- What have you d-d-done?”. She felt faint.

“I’ve given him a taste of his own medicine. He was asking for it, saala! A woman is not to be taken for granted”.

“Why are you still here?”. The fear inside whispered that maybe tonight was the night she really would die.

“I was waiting to show you his face one last time.” And with that, a match struck in the darkness and filled a lamp. “I will show him to you one last time, and then shove his body to eternal death. This is how you will end your memories of him – put them to eternal death. But before I show you, you must answer me one question”.

“Anything”, she said, desperately wanting to get away from this man.

She smelt a cigarette being lit behind her, and heard him take a long drag. “Why did you forgive him, over and over again? Why did you take him back?”

She smiled. A tear rolled down her cheek. “He was all I had”.

The man took another drag. “You have more than you realise. You just need to take the time to look around”.With that, he swung the lamp over the body.

She gasped.

Bloody, distorted, mangled wounds stared up at her. Blood had flooded the rock pools. His eyes were open. Vacant. Empty.  She saw the lips that had caressed her flesh. Bile rose inside her, goosebumps covered her body.

Her defender spoke – “You like what you see?” He reached down, stubbed his cigarette in the corpse and blew the lantern out all in one breath.

She turned to her side and retched. The heaving wouldn’t stop. When her body finally stopped, she looked up and found her defender was gone.

The night was dark. She stood alone, under the stars. She understood. They hadn’t been guiding her to an end. They were guiding her to a new beginning. There was nothing but silence – silence and waves. Freedom assailed her nostrils. The smell of smoke lingered in the cool air – the smell of revenge.

i hostessed at katy perry’s 25th birthday tonight.  it was a pretty crazy, kaleidoscopic, fun, brightly colored bash.  a regular hollywood soiree.  taylor swift, julianne hough, perez hilton, jonny makeup – lots of famous faces were there.  grateful for a new opportunity to learn and grow – and be reminded of what really matters. the people in my life are what matters, they are my heart and without them i would be lost.  a few names especially come to mind–stacey, arthur, sara m., bonnie, jack, claire, renessa, debbie u., mama dana, johanna, shari, just a few of the people who have known me and know my heart and what i am made of.  a couple of them are new friends, yes, but friends who hold and carry pieces of my core.  hollywood may allure and twinkle, but my own reflection is what i have to live with.  i am reminded of the message i want my life to reflect.  a life loving people–i hope those in my life know how much i love them.  i hope my disposition reflects joy and love to strangers. i am reminded of my family and those who hold powerful stories.  of the children i nannied and mentor and love.  and i am reminded of greater issues.  of greater battles that are being fought.  of kate.

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This is an interesting year for my mother..

Happy 50th birthday.

Happy 25th anniversary.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERICA! Where would Alpha Zeta be without you?? Our Spirit of Perseverance… our line of CHANGE! God truly blessed us when he brought you to CUS!

To name a few of her Amazingly Zealous Accomplishments:

• 2003-2007 Dean’s List
• 2005-2006 CUS President AZ chapter
• 2006-2007 CUS VP AZ chapter
• 2007-2008 Omega Beta VP
• 2007 Sister of the Year
• 2008 Alumni of the Year TCU
• 2009 Promoted to Coordinator of Student Engagement & School Completion for FWISD

Instead of a blog I decided to make a new Tab, about me. You can click it above to find out a bit more about who is behind this brilliant writing.

Also, I am busy working on an article for the schoolpaper, and a short version of it might be placed in the local paper, so that has to be done TONIGHT, and I haven’t started yet and it is 23:02. Nice.

So, I am busy, but I would make a daily blog, never lacking quality. I allowed myself to make a Tab instead, and that turned out just how I wanted it to, so I have kept my promise. I will make it up to you, I promise.

Daily Quote: ‘Character may be manifested in the great moments, but it is made in the small ones.’

Have a happy day (:

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If you´re luck enough to get 3 numbers or more then you´ve won something.
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The reissues are coming thick and fast this week with both Devo and the Beastie Boys. Now it’s Ireland’s greatest export, U2, releasing a special remastered edition of The Unforgettable Fire to mark it’s 25th anniversary. Announced on the band’s official website, the album will be available in four formats:

* Limited Edition Box Set: containing 2 CDs (remastered album and bonus audio CD), a DVD with live footage, documentary and videos, a 56 page hardback book with liner notes by The Edge, Brian Eno, Danny Lanois, Bert Van de Kamp and Niall Stokes, and 5 photographic prints

* 12″ vinyl format: 16 page booklet with liner notes by Brian Eno, Danny Lanois and Bert Van de Kamp

Unforgettable Fire Remastered [via RollingStone]