Over the Hills and Far Away (que los fans simplifican como OTHAFW) está dentro de mis favoritas. Escucharla en la mañana es como recibir una brisa fresca mientras paseas por el campo. Parte del primer lado del  Houses of the Holy (1973), la canción representa lo mejor de Zeppelin: la capacidad de mezclar distintos estilos de forma sólida y única.

Comienza con unos dulces acordes acústicos, a los que se suma una tenue voz de Plant, en lo que parece una simple composición folk, al estilo That’s the Way y Going to California. Pero de repente la canción toma la forma de una canción de rock y nos hace recordar que se trata de Led Zeppelin, con un Robert Plant cantando por las nubes sobre las maravillas y misterios de la vida:

Many times I loved
Many times been bitten
Many times Ive gazed
Along the open road.Many times Ive lied
Many times Ive listened
Many times Ive wondered
How much there is to know. Many dreams come true
And some have silver linings
I live for my dream
And a pocketful of gold (acapulco gold!)

Cuando arranca el solo, quedan en evidencia las influencias funk. La base llena de groove que logran Jones y Bonham sostiene al psicodelico solo de Page, que se extendía bastantes minutos más en vivo. Luego se vuelve al estribillo para concluir de forma redonda con los dulces acordes acústicos de la introducción.

En general, las canciones Houses of the Holy se podrían clasificar en dos grupos: las que consolidan el estilo que habían logrado en los discos anteriores (especialmente el IV), y las más experimentales (como No Quarter, The Crunge y D’yer Mak’er. Sin duda OTHAFW forma parte de las primeras, ya que en esencia es un crescendo desde los sonidos acústicos a los más eléctricos, tal como Stairway to Heaven. Pero por otra parte es una canción mucho más simple y menos ambiciosa que Stairway, y además cuenta con ese feeling de música negra que invita a seguir el ritmo con el cuerpo.

Así también, junto a las primeras dos canciones del disco: The Song Remains the Same y The Rain Song, forman un trío con ciertos acordes en común, algo único en los álbumes de Zeppelin. Solo escúchalas de corrido y te darás cuenta.  Quizás incluso encuentres alguna respuesta trascendental sobre la vida… En todo caso el tema que sigue y cierra el primer lado del disco, The Cruge, rompe de golpe el esquema (¡un golpe de puro funk!).

El tema formaba parte del setlist habitual de las giras, aunque Robert Plant tuvo que cantarla en algunos tonos más bajos luego de su cambio de voz entre el 72′ y el 73′. Hay que considerar que el tono original es extremadamente alto, y sin duda son pocos los vocalistas capaces de alcanzarlo con la facilidad de Plant en la versión original. En todo caso, logró reacomodación muy sobria e inteligente en vivo (aunque a algunos les choque el cambio) y la parte instrumental, en especial el solo, logra momentos excitantes, como se nota en las versiones del Madison Square Garden del 73′ y la del Earls Court del ‘75.

Otro datillo: en vivo Plant cantaba “Acapuco Gold!” (de donde robé el título del blog) luego del verso “I live for my dream, and a pocketful of gold”. Acapulco Gold es una mítica y muy potente variedad de marihuana, transformando el sentido de la frase en “Yo vivo por mi sueño, y un bolsillo lleno de marihuana!”.

Recently in the Seventies Cheese series, I featured Peter Frampton playing Show Me the Way.

Thanks to Russell my north eastern cultural correspondent I can now bring you this most remarkable version of the song by “manualist” Jerry Philips :

Edit:

And Stairway to Heaven!

As Russell points out, this is a man with an array of audio equipment to enhance the (frankly) farty noises he makes with his hands. Isn’t the internet wonderful?

Atores da Disney

Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears e Justin Timberlake vieram do clube do Mickey, onde faziam participações artisticas e onde a carreira deles teve início. High School Musical (Zac Efron, Vanessa Hudgens e Ashley Tisdale), Demi Lovato, Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez entre outros, encontraram na música o sucesso que alcançaram atuando.

Johnny Depp

Ele começou pela Guitarra: “Eu tinha 13 anos quando formei minha primeira banda com uns amigos da vizinhança. Tinha um cara que tinha um baixo e sabíamos de outro que tinha um PA. Fizemos nossas própias luzes e saímos tocando em festinhas particulares músicas dos Beatles e do Led Zeppelin.

Johnny Depp não sabe se comprou ou ganhou, mas lembra de que o primeiro disco a que deu atenção foi “Everybody loves somebody”, do Dean Martin. As primeiras canções que tocou foi “Smoke on the water” (Deep Purple), “25 or 6 to 4″ (Chicago) e “Stairway to heaven”.

Robert Pattinson

O ator, que interpreta o Edward de “Crepúsculo”, toca piano, violão e ainda tem uma voz linda demais. Quando morava em Londres, o gato conciliava a carreira no teatro com a de músico (ele se apresentava em barzinhos). Aliás, duas de suas canções estão na trilha sonora oficial do primeiro filme da saga de vampiros, “Never Think” (vídeo) e “Let me Sign”.

Taylor Momsen

A Jenny, de “Gossip Girl”, se jogou de vez na carreira paralela com a sua banda, a “The Pretty Reckless”.

Will Smith

O ator mais bem pago do mundo também aposta na carreira como cantor. Ele arrasa no rap e hip hop e, por isso, até teve uma de suas músicas no filme “Homens de Preto” (vídeo), em 1997. Will já ganhou 4 Grammys e tem 11 álbuns lançados. Ouça também “The Two Of Us”.

Hilary Duff

A moça começou na carreira de atriz em 1998, mas só em 2002 é que começou a fazer aulas de canto e se dedicar mais a música (já aí ela gravou a música “I Can’t Wait”, para a trilha sonora de “Lizzie McGuire”). Seu primeiro álbum, “Metamorphosis”, saiu em 2003, chegou ao topo das paradas e fez todo mundo cantar “So Yesterday” (vídeo). Desde lá, ela já lançou mais 3 álbuns, incluindo “Dignity”, de 2007.

Adam Brody

A banda “Big Japan” nem é tão conhecida, mas só por ter como baterista o ator Adam Brody (o Seth, de “The O.C.”), a gente já ama demais. Por causa das gravações do nosso nerd mais fofo do mundo, os caras só tocam de vez enquando.

Marjorie Estiano

Lembram da “Vagabanda”, bandinha da novela “Malhação” em 2005? A gente amava demais as músicas “Por mais que eu tente” (vídeo) e “Você sempre será”. Mas a Marjorie, que era a vocal da banda ficticia, não caiu nessa do nada. a moça já havia cursado faculdade de música e tudo mais. Depois da novela, a atriz estourou nas rádios e vendeu mais de 150 mil cópias de seu CD.

Leighton Meester

A gente ama músicas pra dançar. E é por isso que a gente ama a atriz, que faz a patricinha Blair. Ela também apostou na carreira como cantora e lançou a música “Birthday”, superanimada e incrível.

Jackson Rathbone

Quanta gente que ama rock! O ator Jackson Rathbone, que faz o personagem Jasper Hale, em “Crepúsculo”, também tem uma banda, na qual toca guitarra e canta. vejam o que acham da banda “100 Monkeys”.

Paris Hilton

A nossa patricinha bafo não se contentou em ser rica, famosa e ter todos os gatos aos seus pés. Ela virou atriz e mais… cantora! A música “Stars are blind” fez o maior sucesso na internet, mas a que bombou mesmo foi “Nothing in This World, que tem um clipe super fofo que condena o bullying na escola de uma forma super engraçadinha.

Ed Westwick

Mas esses atores de “Gossip Girl” gostam mesmo de soltar a voz, hein? E todos são super descoladinhos na música. O Ed, que faz o “Chuck” no seriado, tem uma banda mega indie chamada “The Filthy Youth”. O ator é o vocalista e também só toca quando não está gravando.

Lindsay Lohan

A atriz começou a se dedicar a música em 1999, mas lançou seu primeiro single só em 2004. “Rumors”, que atingiu o topo das paradas também ganhou muuuito espaço na MTV. O segundo álbum, “A Little More Personal” foi um fracasso e desde então Lindsay não divulga nada.

Scarlett Johansson

A gente já conhece a atriz pelo papel de Charlotte em “Encontros e Desencontros” e por Anna em “Ele Não Está Tão a Fim de Você”, mas sabemos que ela tem uma quedinha muuuito grande por música. É por isso que Scarlett já tem até um álbum pop inteiro gravado, chamado “Anywhere I Lay My Head”.

Lady Gaga

Lady Gaga já se vê atuando – depois de ter feito uma participação em um capítulo da série Gossip Girl a cantora agora quer participar de um musical. Uma fonte próxima da cantora afirma que ela gostaria de mesclar ópera e rock nas telonas e talvez em um futuro próximo atuar em um filme do gênero drama.

Fontes: O Globo, Capricho e Telenoticias

Not really about harm reduction but a curious story from the Guardian.

Was the secret to Stairway to Heaven’s success the fact that it gave DJs the chance to nip out for a cigarette? That’s the theory of Led Zeppelinbiographer Charles R Cross, who claims that 100 radio presenters “literally … swore” that they aired the now classic tune because it was the “perfect length” for a cigarette break.

“The song became successful by accident,” Cross told the New York Post. “[I] had 100 DJs swear to me that they only played the song because they needed a long break to go and smoke a cigarette. If it had been a minute shorter, you couldn’t have smoked a full cigarette. If it had been a minute longer, it would have been too long.”

This brings up an interesting point in comparing traditional smoking and ecigarettes. One of the factors that make cigarettes so compelling are not only the easy delivery of a very controllable and yet effective drug of just the kind of effect that not only does not interfere with production but for some people improves it, but the way it works as a timing mechanism.

Having a cigarette means not needing a watch for taking the appropriate time off from the day. It also works as a timer in structuring your day through the cigarettes in the pack and a sense of completion at the ends of either the smoke or the pack. Among the many advantages of the ecigarette, what might end up being a lack is the loss of this aspect.

With ecigs there is no real end to the smoke. Rather than the product controlling you, you control when to end the smoke. The behavior becomes more free form; you could say more analogue than digital. Or if you consider the puff a shorter discrete version of the cigarette, then you have the new behavior mirroring the increasing speed of the times.

-PLB

Aunque en los países más desarrollados la especie humana vive sensorialmente atrofiada por los aromas artificiales, las grasas saturadas y la televisión, tenemos una capacidad innata, que se pone en forma con un poquito de ejercicio de vez en cuando. Tenemos la capacidad de subir al cielo sin necesidad de sufrir el engorro que es la muerte, ni el calvario de vivir sin cometer pecado alguno.

Quizás haya hecho mal diciendo que hay que hacer un poquito de ejercicio, pues soy consciente que la palabra “ejercicio” provoca un inmediato chaparrón de pereza. De hecho, puede que muchos hayan dejado ya de leer y estén zampándose el primer bollo que han pillado mientras se rascan las ingles. Bravo por ellos y vivan los pequeños placeres.

No obstante, este no es ejercicio del de sudar, al menos no del de sudar por fuera. Este ejercicio es mental, suave y además le vendrá bien a tu sistema nervioso. Es como follar pero en plan mental, y aunque no te dará un orgasmo puede hacerte la vida un poquito más agradable. Pruébalo, que vale la pena y sobre todo, es gratis.

El ejercicio en sí es simple, y además es el ideal para todo aquel que presuma de tener el culo tatuado en el sofá de su casa. No hay que hacer nada. Repito, no tienes que moverte.

Sólo hay que buscar un momento de silencio, ponerte cómodo, relajarte y respirar hondo de forma lenta. Es como prepararte para recibir sexo oral pero sin la emoción previa y pudiendo relajar esfínteres.

Para poder despertar a tus sentidos más vagos y poder captar a flor de piel todos los sentimientos, será necesario que liberes prejuicios. No es fácil.

Hazle un formateo temporal a tu mente y deja de pensar en el trabajo, en los niños, en tu pareja e incluso en tí mismo. Olvida que te gusta un tipo de música y que te caen bien un tipo de personas. Olvida que unos chistes te hacen gracia y otros no. Olvida que unos blogs son entretenidos de leer y otros son unos pastelazos que aburren a las ovejas. Deja de pensar, y siente.

Esto se dice pronto pero se puede tardar varios minutos en conseguirlo de forma más o menos eficaz. Si el tiempo no te apremia y puedes dedicarle unos momentos, te recomiendo que lo hagas. Si tienes prisa o estás trabajando,  y siempre pensando en tí y no en mí, te pido que dejes de leer en este momento y emplees tu tiempo en algo que te sea más gratificante e inmediato. Los escalofríos por tu cuerpo son difíciles de atraer y necesitan un buen cebo.

Existen momentos de nuestra vida en los que la estupidez se aleja temporalmente de nosotros, momento el cual podemos y debemos aprovechar para escapar y sentarnos bajo un árbol a saborear la madre Tierra y a sonreír mientras notamos que nuestro corazón nos sigue siendo fiel, sigue latiendo por nosotros. Seguimos vivos. La estupidez es muy rápida y no tardará en encontrarnos si no nos escondemos bien, así que el rato en que le demos esquinazo debe ser plenamente aprovechado. En uno de estos momentos podemos subir al cielo y observarlo todo con calma, desde la distancia.

Una vez estés en silencio y tanto tu cabeza como tu cuerpo estén en un completo estado de relajación, será necesario que enciendas los altavoces del ordenador, o mejor aún, que busques unos buenos auriculares.

Creo que todos los consejos están ya dados. A partir de este momento seréis tú y tus interpretaciones quienes guiaréis esta experiencia, de la cual puedes salir con lágrimas en los ojos, con indiferencia, con sentimientos increíbles o con un visceral y rencoroso “mierda de blog” entre tus labios. Yo sólo soy un mensajero y si no quieres leer la carta, por favor, no me pegues que tengo una vida que mantener.

Por último, y dicho ya todo lo que creo que debía decir, sólo me queda darte el utensilio básico para poder subir al cielo. Para poder subir, en definitiva, a cualquier sitio. Aquí tienes tu escalera hacia el paraíso.

Es muy posible que hayas escuchado mil veces esta canción. Puede que de esta forma la re-descubras o la vuelvas a disfrutar como me pasó a mí. Vale la pena.

Este grupo se llama Led Zeppelin en honor a un comentario que les hizo el batería de “The Who” cuando estaban empezando con sus primeras maquetas. Les dijo “you will crash like a lead zeppelin” (caeréis como un zeppelin hecho de plomo).  De listos así está el mundo lleno, no te creas a ninguno.

i really don’t like “Stairway to Heaven”.

Hitting the car didn’t hurt much but I was quite upset when, instead of the stairway to heaven coming down, I fell into Hell. Many ask, “If the angel plays the harp, what does the devil play?” Satan’s first sentence to me answered that: “Welcome to Hell; here’s your accordion.”

(via Tom Gill)

Well, Art C. Clarke wrote about it in a book that I will never read and now scientists are trying to make it a reality. An elevator to space! I guess my first question is, “Why do we need one?” And then my next question is, “What would the Space Elevator Repairman Job pay?”

The space elevator experts are saying that the cable would need to be 22,000 miles long. To me, the scientists that are plugging away at this mean as much to science as Kevin Federline means to music and Ghandi means to the shoe business. If you can put together an elevator that goes to space, then you’re probably smart enough to do something a lot more important.

Really, what is wrong with people? Let’s work on Earth a little bit before we start worrying about a big ball made of cheese.

Chapter 3

There was a flash. At least to my eyes there was. And I found myself looking down at the Universe. I had no body, but my awareness was standing outside all of creation in the great nothing and staring down at the entire universe. Then it spoke. When the Universe talks it kind of sparkles. That’s how you know its It talking. Its kind of like this old record player I had as a kid that had small colored light bulbs stuck on the front that would flash in time with and varying in intensity based on the song or story playing on the record. Anyway, It spoke.

“I don’t get it.”

That makes two of us, I thought to myself.

“Of all the creatures in the universe, it had to be you. You! There’s nothing special about you at all! You’re normal, average, mediocre! There’s only two things that make you stand out at all!”

I found my voice. “And they are…?”

“You’re annoying. Annoying as hell. Nothing’s ever enough for you. Always asking questions. Can’t just take anything on faith. I even put you in paradise and you aren’t happy. I can’t stand you.”

I was a bit taken aback. Its one thing to have another person tell you they don’t like you. But the entire Universe? Still, I am who I am.

“Paradise? Why was that paradise?”

“Its perfection itself! The climate, the food, the people! Perfection! Paradise!” The Universe sparkled so brightly it hurt my eyes, the ones I didn’t have…

“But what about people who love to ski…” Like I said, I am who I am.

“There’s mountains, OK? Big fucking mountains with perfect powder that you can ski naked in because it isn’t cold. Man you’re infuriating.”

I had no idea the Universe was so foul-mouthed. Maybe I bring that out in… people.

“And the other thing? You said two things make me stand out despite my mediocrity.”

“She loves you.” The Universe flashed, tersely. “The closest thing to perfeciton ever created, and she loves you. You’re soul mates Perfectly matched. Destined to be together. My greatest creation and you.”

Chapter 4

Despite the situation and the obvious venom with the way It said it, I felt all warm and fuzzy. She loves me! We’re soul mates! Destined! There has to be some way to find her!

“Oh there is.” Apparently the Universe could hear my thoughts. “That’s why I brought you here. See, she’s the closest thing I’ve got to perfection. So when she died on your world, I couldn’t just send her to paradise. I had to share her with all the other worlds.”

“You mean she’s on another planet?”

“No! Not worlds like Jupiter, Saturn, Mercury… Like, other dimensions, alternate planes of existence, all the realities of creation. Don’t be so damn literal. But my plan has a flaw.”

“A flaw? You’re the creator, how do your plans have flaws?”

“I’m not God, for crying out loud. I’m the Universe. I create and set things in motion. After that things are largely out of my hands.”

Standing there outside of all creation I was a bit skeptical about the Universe’s true power, but I played along. “So what’s the flaw?”

“She’s miserable. She’s absolutely miserable and it kills me to see my greatest creation so sad. That’s why you’re here. You make her happy. You’re her true love.”

“So You should let me go to these other realities and find her.”

“No shit, Sherlock. And I’m going to make you a deal. I’m going to send you to the reality she’s in.”

“Really! Thank you! Thank you so much!”

“Not so fast. Remember, she may love you but I can’t stand you. You’ve got to prove to me that you deserve her. I know what destiny says, but I created destiny, so I’m the final judge.”

“How!? How can I prove it to you!”

“You’ve got to find her.”

“But you said…”

The Universe cut me off with a bright flash “I know what I said. I said I’d send you to the reality. I didn’t say I’d send you right to her. Once you’re in the right reality, you have to find her and make her love you.”

“I can do that! We’re soul mates! I can make her love me again!”

“Oh, of that part I’m certain, its the finding her part that may prove difficult.”

“I can do it. I can find her. Just send me to her reality and I’ll take care of it.”

“So you agree then? You accept the deal? I send you to whatever reality she’s in, and you make her happy?”

“Yes! Yes! Anything to see her again!”

“Done.”

Flash 

Chapter 5

Fucking zombie planet.

It drops me down on a planet overrun by zombies without so much as a shovel. It wasn’t all of five minutes before I was torn to pieces. Dead.

And I found myself back outside creation.

“Back so soon?” The Universe flashed sweetly.

“Fucking… Zombie… Planet…”

“I know.”

“Not so much as a shovel to protect myself!”

“I am aware.”

“Why?!”

“I told you, I hate you. Challenge number two, numbnuts. You have to find her and make her happy. What? Did you think you’d just google her and there you’d have it? Ha!”

If I had a body I would have been flipping the Universe off.

“Don’t think I can’t tell you’re giving me the finger.”

“But how am I supposed to find her if I just die?!”

“Oh, did I forget to mention! Cheat mode on. Infinite lives! Like an FPS.”

The Universe was apparently up on its gamer lingo. I was not amused.

“Just send me back. Send me back and I’ll figure something out. I prefer the zombies to talking to you.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

Flash

Chapter 1

The Universe hates me.

Now, I’m not saying that in some sort of “I had a bad day” type statement. No, I mean, quite literally, the Universe took time out of its busy schedule to tell me, man to Universe, that It can’t stand me and would be happier if I died.

Please, allow me to explain. After all, that’s a hell of a bizarre way to start a love story.

Chapter 2

My life started out fairly normal. Farm kid born in Wisconsin. Grew up, went to college, got a degree, got a job (in TV actually), worked for a few years (reporter, producer, anchor), and finally met the perfect woman.

Now, I didn’t say I met a perfect woman, I said I met the perfect woman. I wouldn’t want to meet a perfect woman, she’d probably bore me to tears. But Meagan is the perfect woman. Beautiful, smart, fun and never, ever boring. A whirlwind courtship flew by and we were married. We settled down together and got down to the business of creating a life together.

Then she died.

I won’t belabor you with the how, its too painful. Or the why, because I can’t answer that one. Its enough that you know she died.

Shortly after her funeral I was in her office, cleaning out her stuff so I could take it home. She was a band teacher in a small town and I was sitting on the floor of the band room, going through her stuff. Understandably, I think, I started crying. I cried so hard I exhausted myself and I fell asleep.

I had the most amazing dream. Meagan and I were in paradise. It was warm and green and perfect. And the best part about it was, we were never apart. For the first time since she died, I was happy.

Then I woke up. (I promise I’ll stop using this device after I get the back story out of the way.)

Well, most of me did. My legs were still thoroughly asleep. Logical since I’d fallen asleep sitting cross legged on the floor. As I was pondering the fate of my oxygen deprived toes, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

I turned and looked over my shoulder. On the ground behind me was a marching band podium. One of those that the drum major stands on on the field. Its like a big, folding stepladder. Well it was folded up on the floor behind me, and at the far end was a doorway. Through the portal I could see paradise, the same one from the dream! I quickly looked away, afraid that if I stared I’d realize it was an illusion. I stole another quick glance… Still there!

I had a feeling time was of the essence here, but my legs weren’t going to do me any good. So how the hell was I going to get through this portal and find Meagan? My solution, you may have come up with a better one, was a backwards somersault-roll-type-thing over the ladder and through the opening.

I found myself rolling through long green grass on a sunlit hillside. And, it being paradise, my legs worked again! I glanced back once, thinking of family, and what my disappearance would do to them, and then my need to see Her took over and I flew over the grass covered hills, calling her name.

For days I searched those hills and valleys. And though I found plenty of people, saw beautiful sights and ate the best food, I couldn’t find her. Finally I broke down crying again. Some of the residents of paradise found me, and asked me why I cried. I could tell they were shocked. There’s not a lot of crying in paradise. I explained my loss and they laughed (jerks).

“She’s not here. Its not her time yet.” I was told.

“But I saw her die! She was holding my hand!” I sobbed.

“That world and paradise are not the only worlds in creation.”

Ever slow to pick up on these things, I could only stare.

“She will be here, eventually. She is made for it.”

“But I don’t want to be here if she’s not here. I want to be with her.”

They smiled sadly then, and left me to my grief. The people of paradise do not deal well with grief.

Eventually, I stumbled my way into one of the homes and curled up in a corner, miserable, in paradise. When I’d cried myself out, I found myself sharing a room with an odd structure. It was a kind of stepladder with a platform at the top, but this time it was unfolded and standing erect. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I got up, walked over to it and reached out to touch it.

Outro dia, em uma famosa loja de materiais de construção, encontrei algo que posso considerar a coisa mais inútil já feita pela mão do homem.

Cuidado! Escada somente para demonstração, não é permitida sua utilização

Não, não estou falando da escada que não vai para lugar algum. Isso é uma escada de demonstração, tá na cara. Estou falando da placa que "explica" que a escada é apenas demonstração e não deve ser usada. Pô, minha gente. Se a loja não quer que ninguém a “use”, é só colocar uma corrente para impedir o acesso e pronto. Não insultem minha inteligência!

Cred ca in curand o sa ajung sa postez cate 50 de articole pe zi, pe putin, avand in vedere ca ascult in permanenta ROCK SOFT TV. O piesa care a mai fost este “stairway to heaven” de la  LED ZEPPELIN

Cred ca in curand o sa ajung sa postez cate 50 de articole pe zi, pe putin, avand in vedere ca ascult in permanenta ROCK SOFT TV. O piesa care a mai fost este “stairway to heaven” de la  LED ZEPPELIN

Cred ca in curand o sa ajung sa postez cate 50 de articole pe zi, pe putin, avand in vedere ca ascult in permanenta ROCK SOFT TV. O piesa care a mai fost este “stairway to heaven” de la  LED ZEPPELIN

I think the most interesting Halloween costume I came across last night while attending Lake Havasu City Fright Night 2009 on our city’s main street, was the Ladder Man. . . 

The Ladder Man is pictured on the dance floor at a popular LHC bar Oct. 31, 2009

This costume, from what I could tell, was a great crowd pleaser. As I watched for about an hour, the Ladder would continually ask random people to climb his ladder. I saw at least a dozen people happily indulge, while a handful of I-am-wearing-heels excuses pardoned a few ladies.

The ladder man’s costume was complete with a cup holder/ashtray seen in the photo attached to one of the rungs. He was approached throughout the night in reference to Jacob’s ladder, stairway to heaven and simply The Ladder. 

The bar’s live entertainment even picked him out of the crowd. Oh, how I love clever people. : )

Other costumes were many run-of-the-mill pirates, convicts, fairies and super heroes. I saw one really good jester costume, a very large spotted Dalmatian costume (that full-body costume looked REALLY warm to wear), a Labrador dressed like the tooth fairy and a Chihuahua dressed like a hot dog. 

Too much fun. But, I must say. The Ladder was, by far, the most original costume in the mix. I mean, how does one think to dress up as a ladder??

I went as Julia Child, but it just didn’t translate. You just know it didn’t work when you have to explain to everyone just who you are. I ended up peeing on my apron strings to boot. : (

The scariest?? I saw a couple of skate kids wearing ski masks. Umm, no. Now, that’s just too creepy.

Have You Seen Grey’s Anatomy: Season 5 Episode 12 – Stairway to Heaven?

Episode Synopsis:

Meredith and Miranda each cross a line, William Dunn regrets his decision and Izzie finally confronts what Denny’s appearance means.

So what do you think of this episode?

If you missed it, you can watch it here.

Die unbestrittene Nummer 1 im Wilden Süden der Republik ist und bleibt auch im 20.Jahr der SWRHörerHitparade: Stairway to heaven von Led Zeppelin.

Auch in diesem Jahr war es spannend bis zum Schluß. Die alljährliche Hörerhitparade des Südwestrundfunks in Baden-Württemberg brachte in den vergangenen 5 Tagen den Countdown der beliebtesten Hörerhits zum Genuß. 24 Stunden, rund um die Uhr, wurden 1.111 Plätze abgespielt und gefeiert.

Kurz vor 22Uhr am heutigen 30.Oktober 2009 stand dann fest, dass die Schwaben weiterhin ihrer Hymne treu sind. Wie im ersten Jahr der Hörerhitparade vor 20 Jahren wählten sie Stairway to heaven von Led Zeppelin.

Derhjemme, inde i min stue, der har jeg et spisebord.

Min romantiske idé om, hvad dette spisebord skal benyttes til, er, at det skal være ryddet, rent, pænt og parat til, at der kan sidde fem mennesker ved det og spise foie gras med sorte Perigord trøfler og drikke uartige mængder Chateu Haut-Brion 1. Grand Cru Classé 2003 lørdag aften. For hvad skulle man ellers lave lørdag aften?

Men ak og ve, mit spisebord indbyder slet ikke til den slags udskejelser. I går da jeg ryddede op i den bunke af papirer og andre sjove ting, jeg havde liggende (for hvad skulle man ellers lave onsdag aften?) med lige præcis det formål at få bunken smidt ud og få foie gras’en og rødvinen ind, fandt jeg derimod følgende:

Fire lapper papir, hvorpå der står hadefulde ytringer om Norge

Et kort over Monterey, Californien

To halvfærdige sudokuer fra Ud & Se

Tre stykker tyggegummi uden papir om

En sort terning

En rød terning

En yatzyblok med ordet ”LOSER” skrevet med sort tusch over

Flere eksemplarer af Tipsbladet fra foråret 2009, der er klippet rubrikker ud af

Eksemplarer af BT og EB fra samme periode, ligeledes med ord klippet ud af

Cirka 30 små udklip fra ovenstående blade med ord som ”af pornomodel,” ”dræbt mor til tre,” ”der er ingen krise,” ”flået i småstykker” og ”Heine Fernandez”

USB stick med billeder af Mikkel Kessler på

En tegning af profetens kone med bombe-burka på kroppen og banjo i hånden

Lille papirblok fra MGM Grand samt en kuglepen fra samme sted

Fem dollar, 200 islandske kroner og ti britiske pund

En tørret fem(!)kløver

En side fra bladet Woman med guide til, hvordan man køber jeans efter sin kropstype 

Noderne til Led Zeppelins ”Stairway to heaven”

Opskrift på hjemmelavet brombærsyltetøj printet ud fra skoven-i-skolen.dk

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Måske skulle man bare indse, at man ikke er en rødvin-og-trøffel-person, men at man snarere er en uorganiseret tosse med hang til at slæbe papirrelaterede ting med hjem, som man alligevel ikke har brug for. Øv.

Indebrændtheden afventer

I dag har jeg ikke været sur over ret meget indtil videre. Vejret er herligt, vi har fået vagter nede ved hoveddøren, der vil se ID, når vi skal ind på arbejde, og jeg har spist havregryn til morgenmad. Man bliver simpelthen så glad og mæt og tilfreds af at spise havregryn (med rosiner) til morgenmad.

Så er det ligemeget, om der bliver skudt på Frederiksberg i mit eget fashionable postnummer i løbet af formiddagen… jeg vil gå så langt som til at sige, at det faktisk er meget morsomt, for det var da det mest patetiske forsøg på en likvidering, jeg nogensinde har hørt om. Af flere grunde:

a) Offeret hedder Bent Svane, men er bedre kendt som ”Blondie”

b) Blondie blev ifølge jp.dk ”for alvor landskendt i september 1983, da han dolkede to medlemmer af den daværende rivaliserende gruppe Bullshit ihjel” fordi de havde forvildet sig ind på HA’s stamsted Søpromenaden

c) Han er af sin med-rocker i forbindelse med rockerkrigen mellem HA og Bandidos blevet omtalt som “Den store Murer”

d) Gerningsmændene flygtede på scooter

e) Blondie-bent blev kun skudt i benet (hvilket er næsten lige så slemt som ham, der blev ramt i kæben, der oven i købet – angiveligt – var det forkerte offer. Det bringer mig til den åbenlyse konklusion, at nogle i indvandrermiljøet burde melde sig ind i en skydeklub eller fyre nogle lerduer eller noget, så de kan lære at ramme ordentligt)

Og så har jeg besluttet mig for, at jeg ikke gider ind og se This Is It. Ikke fordi jeg ikke er interesseret, men jeg nægter simpelthen at se en film, der indtil videre kun har fået omtale på, at anmelderne er uenige om, hvorvidt den er elendig eller topklasse. Alvorlig talt, anmeldere, kom ud over jer selv. Pøbelen er faktisk pænt ligeglad med, hvad I synes om ting alligevel, prætentiøse tågehoveder!

AWP FTW

Abdul Wahid er måske Danmarks sjoveste mand. Han kan sætte fut i selv Deadline, og det er godt nok noget af en præstation, så thumbs up herfra.

Abdul, fortsæt det gode arbejde (om end jeg foreslår, at du lige googler noget muslimsk/mødomsrelateret, inden du går på tv for at tale om det.) Vi er helt pjattede med dig.

I morgen tager jeg til Fyn og dør en lille smule indeni indtil på søndag, hvor jeg enten er helt død og derfor aldrig kan komme hjem igen, eller tager med toget tilbage til Kbh og ånder lettet op.

Hvilken af delene, det bliver, må du vente med at finde ud af til søndag sidst på eftermiddagen. Måske tweeter jeg lidt fra lorteøen, hvis deres 33,6 modemlinje virker (ja, det er alt, de har at gøre godt med på Fyn, siger én jeg kender, der hedder Hans og som derfor er et sandhedsorakel.)