Saturday, November 24, 2007
Two books I have found.
I remember I found that suicide handbook (insert title) first. And it was a hardbound edition. Either I still have it or Dr Borrego|Miami has it. The second book was, well, I can't remember paperback or handbound.
It was Dale Carnegie's HOW TO WIN FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE PEOPLE. And it was a particularly rough time in my life (read: drama and/or "aren't they all") when it was hurled in my direction.
Blah blah blah.
Today in 1888 Mr Carnegie was born. Let's find his chart.
Freddie Mercury + Union Jack
In the beginning: 1977
We Will Rock You
We Are the Champions
There are two major dates in the history of sports, 1977:
B.Q. and A.Q.
Before Queen, and After Queen.
Greatest Flix I and Greatest Flix II has a great three-part version: We Are the Champions, We Will Rock You (slow) and We Will Rock You (fast).
Enjoy the triple-threat here.
Venue: The New Haven Coliseum
implosion © original photographer via Wikipedia
Queen rocked the Coliseum on 16 November 1977 as one of the stops on their legendary NEWS OF THE WORLD tour of the USA. Their appearance in Houston that year is widely lauded as one of the best of their career, and remains heavily bootlegged, and is rumoured to be the next in line for a DVD release.
New Haven saw fit to demolish the Coliseum on 20 January 2007.
Queen, fittingly, shook New Haven more than this implosion.
In Only Seven Days (UK)
More Of That Jazz (US)
Release Date –
UK 26 January 1978
US 20 February 1978
Highest Chart Position – UK No.9 / US No.86
The video for DON'T STOP ME NOW is notable in that Freddie Mercury is not sporting his mustache, although he did have his Samsonian locks trimmed, unfortunately, by a modern-day Delilah. (No, not his cat. Freddie's kitty wouldn't turn up until the 1990s.) Looking suspiciously like Liza (with a Z!), Freddie's sporting full-leather regalia here, with a rock 'n roll edge, rather than the gay sado-masochistic look fancied by Glenn Hughes of THE VILLAGE PEOPLE.
Even death couldn't keep Freddie Mercury down. The perfect companion piece to LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU, check out DON'T STOP ME NOW here.
January 1979 saw Queen once again reach the UK top ten, this time with the energetic 'Don't Stop Me Now'. Once again, an attempt at capturing the band live on stage, the promotional video was shot by Jorgen Kliebenst at the Forrest Nationale in Belgium.
At that time, Queen preparing to embark on their self titled 'Crazy Tour' of Europe - a step away from the enormous stadiums they had come to perform in, back to humbler, more intimate theatres with smaller capacities but a stronger sense of a connection with the audience.
The video is, like many of Queen's seventies clips, somewhat primitive. Shot with a single camera, the band were somewhat artificially grouped close together on the stage, so that Freddie's piano stands almost directly below Roger's drumkit, with John and Brian standing close by. Unlike some of the previous promos, however, the director didn't chose to focus entirely on Freddie - the entire band were well represented in the finished product, and the use of film instead of video upped the visual quality of the piece, something which cannot be said for Roger's bright green and red outfit! The video, first included on the 'Greatest Flix' vhs compilation now features on the 'Greatest Video Hits 1' dvd.
Some time ago, if you googled "FREDDIE MERCURY" with "THE POPE" you would find a curious quote. To paraphrase: only two people knew how to control a crowd: the Pope and Freddie Mercury.
The ultimate in crowd participation, no matter where they were in the world, Queen could always count on the spotlight shining on Freddie Mercury as he led the masses in a duet ("because that's the way we like it") of LOVE OF MY LIFE.
The rare video from Queen's Greatest Flix I and Queen's Greatest Flix II can be seen here, in its entirety.
Friday, November 23, 2007
By Jeffrey Ressner
FREDDIE MERCURY, THE OUTLANDISH frontman for Queen, whose worldwide hits like ``Bohemian Rhapsody'' and ``We Are the Champions'' combined gaudy theatrical pomp with heavy-metal bluster, became the first major rock star to die of AIDS when he succumbed to complications from the disease on November 24th at his London home. He was forty-five years old.
Mercury, whose real name was Frederick Bulsara, had not performed with Queen in concert since 1986. He had become a virtual recluse over the past two years, yet he repeatedly denied reports that he had contracted AIDS until the day before his death.
``The time has now come for my friends and fans around the world to know the truth,'' he said in his statement, explaining that he had waited so long to make the announcement because ``my privacy has always been very special to me.''
Although Mercury's condition was long rumored in the tabloid press and virtually an open secret in the music industry, his death still startled many fans and colleagues. Bouquets from Elton John, David Bowie, U2, Ringo Starr and the Scorpions adorned the West London Crematorium, where a brief funeral service in the Zoroastrian faith was held for his family and a few close friends, including the surviving Queen members, Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon.
``Of all the more theatrical rock performers, Freddie took it further than the rest,'' says Bowie, who collaborated with Mercury and Queen on their 1981 hit ``Under Pressure.'' ``He took it over the edge. And of course, I always admired a man who wears tights. I only saw him in concert once, and as they say, he was definitely a man who could hold an audience in the palm of his hand. He could always turn a cliche to his advantage.''
Beginning in the early Seventies, the flamboyant Mercury - who cited Jimi Hendrix and Liza Minnelli as his main influences - led Queen through eighteen albums that sold 80 million copies worldwide, amassing almost a dozen U.S. hit singles, including his campy ``Killer Queen,'' the Elvis spoof ``Crazy Little Thing Called Love'' and the bass-heavy anthem ``Another One Bites the Dust.'' Queen's popularity nose-dived in the United States during the Eighties, but the group remained popular in England and around the world.
Queen laced British glam pop with swooping arias, corny vaudeville themes and heavy-rock bombast, but it was Mercury's wicked taste for wretched excess that set the band apart. ``Freddie was clearly out in left field someplace, outrageous onstage and offstage,'' says Capitol-EMI president and CEO Joe Smith, who headed Queen's American label, Elektra Records, at the peak of the group's success. ``He was the band's driving force, a tremendously creative man.''
Elektra's release of Mercury's overwrought, six-minute mock opera ``Bohemian Rhapsody'' - complete with a goofy choir chirping ``Mama mia, Mama mia'' - was only one example of his musical extravagance. He was even more extreme when it came to his concert performances, appearing in leather storm-trooper outfits or women's clothes and taking an arch, gay-macho stance that both challenged and poked fun at the decidedly homophobic hard-rock world.
Offstage, Mercury was known for his wild antics and the lavish gifts he bestowed upon friends. To celebrate his forty-first birthday, for instance, he flew eighty pals to an exclusive hotel on the resort isle of Ibiza, where they were treated to fireworks displays, flamenco dancers and a twenty-foot-long cake carried by waiters dressed in gold and white costumes. ``All I can remember about the whole time we were making records and hanging out was that it was like one continuous party,'' says producer Roy Thomas Baker, who worked on five Queen albums.
Excess also defined Mercury's sexual lifestyle. Though he lived with girlfriend Mary Austin for much of Queen's early career, he often boasted about his numerous trysts, claiming he'd had ``more lovers than Elizabeth Taylor.'' A former associate remembers seeing a line of men dressed in sailor suits marching into Mercury's dressing room after a concert date. Once the AIDS epidemic began taking its toll, however, he panicked about his promiscuity; he said that he refused to tour the U.S. for fear he might contract the disease. But as late as 1987, Mercury was telling interviewers that he had tested negative for HIV.
BORN SEPTEMBER 5th, 1946, ON THE AFRICAN island of Zanzibar, to a British-government accountant and his wife, the young Frederick Bulsara was raised in Bombay, India, and moved to England with his parents shortly before reaching his teens. Earning a degree in graphic design at art college during the late Sixties, he joined a local blues-rock group called Wreckage; he dubbed himself Freddie Mercury after the mythological messenger of the gods. Around this time he also became friendly with members of Smile, a power quartet featuring guitarist Brian May and drummer Roger Taylor.
``Freddie always looked like a star and acted like a star even when he was penniless,'' says May. ``The first thing I remember about meeting him was that he seemed like a gypsy. He was nominally living with his parents but stayed with whomever he wanted. He invited me round to his house, where he had this little stereo, and played me some Hendrix. Freddie said, `This guy really makes use of stereo,' so we went from one speaker to the other, finding out how he produced those sounds.''
Smile soon split, and the three struggling musicians started a new band that Mercury christened with his own regal touch. ``I'd had the idea of calling a group Queen for a long time,'' he said in a 1977 ROLLING STONE interview. ``It was a very strong name, very universal and very immediate; it had a lot of visual potential and was open to all sorts of interpretations. I was certainly aware of the gay connotations, but that was just one facet of it.''
Recruited through a classified ad, bassist John Deacon filled out the new quartet, which rehearsed in private for nearly two years while some of the members finished school. Its 1973 debut album, Queen, went unnoticed, but its more eclectic second album, Queen II, released in early 1974, made the British charts. The group's third effort, Sheer Heart Attack, finally broke the band in America on the strength of a hit single about a high-class call girl, ``Killer Queen.''
Although a 1975 headlining tour in the U.S. was interrupted because Mercury suffered from voice problems, a trek to Japan that year proved overwhelmingly successful. ``It was like the second coming of the Beatles,'' says Jack Nelson, the group's first manager. ``Somehow, word got out we were on the Hikari Express, and the train stations were mobbed with people beating on the railway cars. When the band played Budokan, the audience rushed the stage like a tidal wave. We had barricades in front with sumo wrestlers behind them, but the crowd just climbed over en masse.''
Recharged by that Japanese invasion, Queen began recording A Night at the Opera, an album highlighted by Mercury's over-the-top ``Bohemian Rhapsody.'' ``I went over to Freddie's apartment,'' says Roy Thomas Baker, ``and he played me the first part on piano, which was like a ballad. Suddenly he said, `Now this is where the opera section comes in, dear,' and I fell down laughing. It was originally supposed to be five or ten seconds, but when we started the sessions, it went to a minute, then more. We just went `More, more, more,' until the recording head on the tape machine literally broke off.''
The band's next album, News of the World, went platinum in the U.S., thanks to a double A-side single pairing Mercury's ``We Are the Champions'' with May's ``We Will Rock You.'' Both songs became instant hits. Around the same time, however, Queen incurred the wrath of the emerging punk movement. While recording ``We Will Rock You'' at Wessex studios, Mercury came face to face with Sex Pistols bassist Sid Vicious. ``So you're this Freddie Platinum bloke that's supposed to be bringing ballet to the masses,'' Vicious snarled, prompting a completely unfazed response from Mercury: ``Ah, Mr. Ferocious, we're trying our best, dear.''
Ignoring the venom of punks and other critics, the band stayed as extravagant as ever. To celebrate Queen's album Jazz, Elektra and EMI, the group's British label, sponsored the rock party to end all rock parties in New Orleans, with Mercury's orchestrating every last detail. The $200,000 bash was a tribute to debauchery, a Sodom-and-Gomorrah-style orgy complete with dwarfs, transvestites, snake charmers and a stripper who puffed cigarettes with her crotch. There were ample servings of champagne and more exotic intoxicants.
``It was definitely a Freddie party,'' says Joe Smith. ``He was testing the limits of what he could get away with, and people were kind of dazed, because there had never been anything quite like it.''
Queen then reigned as one of the biggest rock acts in the world, a position solidified with ``Crazy Little Thing Called Love,'' from 1979, which became the group's first Number One single in America. John Deacon's thumping ``Another One Bites the Dust'' also topped the U.S. charts and was adopted as the Detroit Lions' fight song. But only three more singles - ``Under Pressure,'' ``Radio Ga Ga'' and ``Body Language'' - cracked the U.S. Top Forty after that. Some believe Queen's fall began after Mercury changed his look, cutting his hair short and growing a mustache.
``When Freddie grew his mustache, people started throwing razor blades onstage,'' says a former associate. ``They began to suspect he was gay, and that's when they turned on him.'' The backlash intensified in 1984 when he dressed as a big-bosomed housewife for the video to ``I Want to Break Free.'' Mercury contested press reports that he was homosexual. ``If I tried that on,'' he said at the time, ``people would start yawning, `Oh, God, here's Freddie saying he's gay because it's very trendy.' ''
``When we did the video in drag, everyone in England thought it was very funny, but America hated it and looked on it as some gross insult,'' says May.
Queen also took a drubbing for its decision to play Sun City, the plush resort in Bophuthatswana, a bogus ``tribal homeland'' in South Africa. ``There's lots of money to be made,'' said Mercury shamelessly. The move placed Queen on a United Nations blacklist for breaking the cultural boycott against the racist regime. The self-described ``apolitical'' band members justified their action by saying that they were antiapartheid and that they had performed to mixed audiences in Sun City, but the incident still tarnished their image.
Despite its loss of stateside credibility, Queen was hardly without an audience. In 1981, Queen became the first rock act to play stadiums in Argentina and Brazil, where the band had acquired an enormous following.
Other musical diversions - including Queen's soundtrack to a cheesy remake of Flash Gordon and a Mercury solo album titled Mr. Bad Guy - hardly broke new ground. Far and away Mercury's greatest achievement during this period was a shattering performance at Live Aid, the 1985 benefit concert for African famine relief. On a day filled with sets by Bob Dylan, Paul McCartney, Madonna and even a reunited Led Zeppelin, some of the most dynamic moments came from Mercury, who had rehearsed diligently with Queen on a tight, roughly fifteen-minute overview of its greatest hits.
``The rest of us played okay,'' says May, ``but Freddie was out there and took it to another level. It just wasn't Queen fans - he connected with everyone.'' In Queen's video autobiography, Magic Years, Live Aid organizer Bob Geldof called it ``absolutely the best band on the day, whatever your personal preference.''
``It was the perfect stage for Freddie,'' Geldof added. ``He could ponce about in front of the whole world.''
Follow-up dates in Eastern Europe and the U.K. led up to a 1986 Knebworth Park concert, the group's last hurrah onstage. Although Mercury continued to record with Queen until his death, he worked on outside projects as well, including a gooey cover of the Platters' 1955 oldie ``The Great Pretender'' and an operatic duet with Spanish diva Montserrat Caballe. He also penned a few songs for Time, a stage musical produced by Dave Clark, formerly drummer for the Sixties group the Dave Clark Five.
Fittingly enough, it was another performer with a taste for pomposity - white rapper Vanilla Ice - who gave Queen its biggest boost in recent years by stealing a sample of ``Under Pressure'' for his annoying hit ``Ice, Ice Baby.'' More renewed interest came as Hollywood Records, a fledgling label funded by the Walt Disney Company, bought North American rights to the entire Queen catalog, as well as four new albums, for an estimated $10 million.
In February 1991, to celebrate Innuendo, the first new album released under the deal, Disney held a gala reception aboard the Queen Mary cruise liner in Southern California. Two thousand music-industry types feasted on overflowing buffets of shrimp, lamb chops and rich desserts. There was entertainment provided by mimes, magicians, jugglers and other acts, capped by an amazing fireworks display that lit up the sky to the booming strains of ``Bohemian Rhapsody.''
Like the New Orleans bacchanalia held a decade before, the Queen Mary bash was obviously ``a Freddie party.'' Except this time around, the guest of honor was nowhere to be found. Brian May and Roger Taylor, the only group members who attended the soiree, delicately dodged questions regarding their lead singer. But both men knew what many of the guests were only whispering about - their once-robust friend, who always believed in living life to the hilt, was slowly dying of AIDS.
MERCURY SPENT MUCH OF HIS LAST years sequestered within the confines of his sprawling Edwardian mansion in London's swank Kensington district. The three-story red-brick building, which Mercury called his ``dream home,'' had been completely gutted when Mercury purchased it and then painstakingly decorated over time with expensive gold antiques, Hokusai woodcuts, deco Erte prints and other objets d'art.
As the soulful voice of Aretha Franklin - Mercury's favorite singer - wafted from his stereo system through the halls of the twenty-eight-room mansion, the now-gaunt singer would snuggle in bed with his favorite Persian cats and try to carry on in the face of his illness. He chose not to abandon his music and, according to one close friend, completed several vocal tracks that may be released later as part of a Queen box set or as a posthumous ``farewell album.''
Throughout his final months, Mercury was tended to by Mary Austin, who remained his closest confidante even after their relationship as lovers ended. By early November of this year, Mercury's condition took a turn for the worst. Although doctors specializing in the disease tried their best to comfort him, the singer suffered from pneumonia, which his immune system was no longer equipped to battle. Extreme body aches and blind spells plagued him constantly during his last days.
The gates of his home besieged by the London press, Mercury is said to have finally released his announcement about AIDS the day before he died because of ``media pressure.'' Austin explains that ``he felt he couldn't be ill in peace.'' Although Mercury was drifting in and out of consciousness, Queen spokeswoman Roxy Meade says Mercury personally approved the statement.
``He realized the end was coming, and he faced it with incredible bravery,'' says Austin. ``The man did suffer, emotionally as well as physically. In the last few days, he couldn't eat and was under heavy sedation. . . . But he was a great fighter, and that kept him going.'' Finally on November 24th, just ten minutes after Austin left his room and a doctor had recently departed, Mercury died with friend Dave Clark at his bedside. ``I stayed in there with him, and then he just fell asleep,'' says Clark, who described the moment as ``very peaceful.''
Tributes poured in from Phil Collins, Diana Ross and Boy George; longtime friend Elton John, who attended the funeral service, was said to be particularly devastated. In Los Angeles, Guns n' Roses singer Axl Rose also grieved over the loss of the artist he cited as his most important early influence.
Rose, appearing on the Rockline radio call-in show a few days after Mercury's death, played Queen's ``Who Wants to Live Forever'' and recalled how much the singer's work meant to him. ``If I didn't have Freddie Mercury's lyrics to hold on to as a kid, I don't know where I would be,'' he said. ``It taught me about all forms of music. . . . It would open my mind. I never really had a bigger teacher in my whole life.''
In the immediate wake of Mercury's death, many others questioned why he had waited so long to make the announcement about his disease. At a London AIDS conference titled Living for Tomorrow, held just four days after Mercury died, one researcher, Dr. Roger Ingham, criticized the singer's eleventh-hour statement. ``Maybe if Freddie Mercury had revealed his illness much earlier, it would have brought discussion out into the open,'' he said.
Those close to Mercury feel he waited so long because he was an intensely private man, despite his extroverted stage persona. ``Freddie had a fabulous sense of humor and was absolutely outrageous,'' says Bryn Bridenthal, who handled U.S. publicity for the group during its glory days. ``But when we went out in public he was very quiet. He had the power to vibrate the air around him at will, yet he could also turn it off. He never got caught up in the star thing of wanting to be seen everywhere; what was happening in his own life was more important to him. He wasn't a big socializer, but he threw the best parties of anyone on the face of the earth, hands down.''
Mercury reportedly donated heavily to AIDS charities during the last years of his life, and following his death there were plans to contribute more money through the re-release of Queen's music. In Britain, the proceeds of a rush release of ``Bohemian Rhapsody'' in early December were earmarked for the Terrence Higgins Trust, a prominent U.K. AIDS charity that provides education, legal help and counseling.
``I think the fact that he was so beloved - straight or gay - will focus some people on the fact that AIDS knows no boundaries,'' says David Bowie, who questions whether the music world will address AIDS more directly as a result of Mercury's demise. ``He will be missed primarily as a personality, I think, and the cause of his death will become secondary. Unfortunately, there's still a very juvenile approach to AIDS in the rock community, almost a forced indifference and a desire to carry on the way bands have always carried on.''
David Bubis, West Coast director of the T.J. Martell Foundation, a music-industry-supported organization that funds AIDS, cancer and leukemia research, adds that getting rock stars to participate in AIDS-related events has been very difficult. ``Recently, a restaurant in Southern California attempted to raise money for the foundation,'' Bubis says, ``and they contacted several bands - not to play, just to sign autographs that could be auctioned off. No one was willing to come out. That's fairly typical in the music industry.
``Freddie Mercury is not an isolated case, unfortunately,'' adds Bubis. ``There will be others coming out in the months and years ahead. Hopefully, out of this tragedy, we'll be able to use the momentum to do something.''
SOMEBODY TO LOVE, the lead single from A DAY AT THE RACES, was the erstwhile companion to Queen's signature, BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY, taken from A NIGHT AT THE OPERA. Containing a more robust gospel feel, this is a perfect showcase for Freddie Mercury's vocal range. The video for SOMEBODY TO LOVE is the lead-in to TIE YOUR MOTHER DOWN, the opening cut from A DAY AT THE RACES. With the long, slow build-up contained in the long-version of the song, the energy in any arena was palpable, what with the "crown" rising above the billowing smoke and flashing lights. Forever a live favorite, this version only hinted at the madness to come.
Taken from Queen's Greatest Flix 1 and Queen's Greatest Flix 2, enjoy both QuickTime videos here.
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, Marine,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Marine waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Marine,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
Thursday, November 22, 2007
This day in history: 1968
Television's first inter-racial kiss
was between Kirk and Uhura of STAR TREK.
Somehow, I'm not surprised. Society is more accepting of something "foreign" if it is between creatures in outerspace, rather than two "humans." Granted, Kirk was "human", but something about Uhura's exotic looks lends to a more "fantastical" situation.
God forbid television's first inter-racial kiss be between two people in an ordinary circumstance. Somewhat sadly, and shockingly, I remember walking the streets of downtown when I was younger...and "salt-and-pepper couples" (the semi-accepted slang term for inter-racial) were cause enough to cross the street, and avoid at all costs.
Whispering the "c" word (cancer), avoiding mentally-retarded and crippled people, inter-racial couples, and, God forbid, homosexuals (ironically not lesbians, just men) is all something lumped into my past as remnants of very closed society.
While most of this is now out in the open, I can't say I believe society is more accepting. Just more cunning in the way its prejudices are exhibited (read: hidden.)
I thank you for...
A Thousand Beautiful Things...
Every day I write the list
Of reasons why I still believe they do exist
(a thousand beautiful things)
And even though it's hard to see
The glass is full and not half empty
(a thousand beautiful things)
So... light me up like the sun
To cool down with your rain
I never want to close my eyes again
Never close my eyes
Never close my eyes
I thank you for the air to breathe
The heart to beat
The eyes to see again
(a thousand beautiful things)
And all the things that's been and done
The battle's won
The good and bad in everyone
(this is mine to remember)
Here I go again
Singin' by your window
Pickin' up the pieces of what's left to find
The world was meant for you and me
To figure out our destiny
(a thousand beautiful things)
To try to make your life complete
Light me up like the sun
To cool down with your rain
I never want to close my eyes again
Never close my eyes
never close my eyes ...
That is everything I have to say
(that's all I have to say)
Labels: Annie Lennox
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I'm sure there are no soldiers spending their "Thanksgiving" in Iraq or Afghanistan.
I'm sure there's nothing going on in the world...
so I am forced to watch Rick Sanchez pull his family out for all to see.
You've really sunk to new lows.
Time for The SciFi Channel.
What the 1st gen, 5g iPod is good for...
Lock and Load!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Gimme more. Gimme gimme Hed.
Don't let the lovely ladies fool the hard four-on-the-floor boys!
There's no better salve to the weary feet and anxious ears of disco afficionados than HED KANDI. Easily bearing the torch and lighting the way into the middle of the first decade of a new century, HED KANDI rocks more than a few iPods with their killer mixes and breakout artists.
More potent than crack, one listen, and you know you're hooked. Download this live mix and nail your feet to the floor.
Tampa, Florida – Monday night Finn Walling of Tampa was planning on taking his 9-year old daughter Madison to the sold-out Hannah Montana concert. But when Walling’s daughter got sick he wasn’t sure what to do with the tickets. Then it hit him, he decided to give them away for free.
So Walling headed to the St. Pete Times Forum and began looking for a family that needed some tickets. After a 20 minute search, Walling met Lind Adams and her two daughters. Adams says she couldn’t afford concert tickets but brought her kids to the Forum so they could enjoy the outdoor festivities before the show. When Walling then offered the family free tickets, Adam’s oldest daughter started to cry. “I’m very happy” Emily said while wiping away some tears.
As the family walked away Walling said “When I saw her cry I started to tear up a little bit and I just felt so great.”
Prior to Monday’s show some scalpers were asking as much as $300 for tickets that originally sold for just $66.
Monday, November 19, 2007
The High Price of Ignorance.
Obama offers plan for free community college
FORT DODGE, Iowa (CNN) — Sen. Barack Obama, D-Illinois, announced Monday a proposed tax credit that he says would cover the cost of community college for most high school graduates.
"For too long policy makers in Washington have treated community colleges as a step child of the higher education system instead of essential resources for training and preparing the workers of tomorrow," Obama said at a press conference.
The presidential hopeful said the tax credit would cover the first $4,000 of college, which according to him would make community college "completely free for most Americans."
"These schools produce the lifeblood of our communities and the backbone of our workforce," Obama added. "As our changing economy demands a more skilled workforce, America's community colleges must be at the forefront of higher education and economic competitiveness."
Obama made the comments in front of students and reporters gathered at Iowa Central Community College in Fort Dodge, Iowa.
– CNN Iowa Producer Chris Welch
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Sunday, November 18, 2007
This show shocks me.
With everything that's going on in the world, MTV's really hit new lows. Guys crying over being voted "least compatible" with this whore; some guy telling this cooze "I love you" in a life-size champagne glass? I just can't figure this out, not that it really needs any figuring (or that it WARRANTS any figuring!)
First off: I'd like to see MTV have the C. O. Jones to mix up a bisexual BACHELOR with 16 gay guys and 16 gals. 'Cept that would make gay guys look, well, like dicks and asses (check out the leading hook-up site, and you'll see EXACTLY what I mean!)
Second: on a network known for revolutionizing the music industry by pushing sounds appealing to the eyes, they've hit new lows by book-ending a Sunday with MY SUPER SWEET SIXTEEN and TILA TEQUILA.
The way to stop this is by NOT watching and by boycotting the advertisers. Still, it won't work.
I still say MTV's got to pony up to the bar and bring a bisexual guy to the screen...making out with both guys and girls in the one hour time slot. What's good for the goose...
Rather than post what I'm really thinking, let's just put it this way: line up a boatload of bottles on a wall, and give me a slingshot.
Labels: Tila Tequila
The price of gas...
Gas prices near all-time high
The average price of gasoline is just nine cents below the inflation-adjusted peak set in 1981; new record likely in coming weeks.
November 18 2007: 3:40 PM EST
(CNN) -- The price of gasoline has jumped another 13 cents in the last two weeks, close to the all-time high set earlier this year, according to a survey published Sunday.
The average price of a gallon of self-serve regular is $3.09, the Lundberg Survey found. That's just 9 cents below the record set in May.
The latest price is also 9 cents below the inflation-adjusted all-time high, said survey publisher Trilby Lundberg. In 1981, the price peaked at $1.35 -- which, in today's dollars, comes out to $3.10 using the latest Consumer Price Index data, she said.
Don't be surprised if the records are shattered in the coming weeks, Lundberg said. Even if crude oil doesn't climb further, "we can easily see another dime at the pump," she said, "because refiners are severely squeezed between their oil buying price and their gasoline selling price."
The survey looked at thousands of gas stations nationwide on Friday, two weeks after the previous survey. The lowest average price for a gallon of self-serve regular was in Tucson, Ariz., at $2.91; the highest was in San Francisco, at $3.48.
Here are prices in some other cities:
Des Moines, Iowa - $3.02
Manchester, N.H. - $2.97
Houston - $2.90
St. Louis - 2.96
Salt Lake City - $2.97
Atlanta - $3.03
Washington - $3.08
Portland, Ore. - $3.10
Miami - $3.17
Hartford, Conn. - $3.20
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Death of the Ghost Parking Lot
After years of wanting to see The Ghost Parking Lot (Hamden CT) for myself, I wandered up Rt 10 north today in search of my quarry.
Beckoned by Marshalls and PetCo, I wandered into the Hamden Shopping Plaza. And what do I see to the right of the entrance of Marshalls?
Several photographs of The Ghost Parking Lot, 1978 – 2003.
Once again, late for the prom.
That big fuckingsucking sound in the south.
In 1993, after the dinner and drinks at C. O. Jones, Mexican Food and Tequila Bar, Vincente Fox as able to convince the US House of Representatives to pass NAFTA: The North American Free Trade Agreement.
Afterwards, the keys were taken from each member of the House as they were so intoxicated, they could not drive.
There were several accidents in the parking lot, and quite a few broken dishes in the kitchen. Nothing could be done about either situation as all the "employees" were undocumented aliens.
In another story, UFOs were seen over the US Capitol.
My Super-Stupid Sweet Sixteen slut sentences...
You love me. Don't you?
Everyone's gonna be jealous.
When everyone see me, they're gonna lose control.
It's really important I have a big stage in the VIP room.
It's small, and there's not enough space on the stage.
How much this all cost? (A quarter-million.) Yeah? Cool. This is fly. I want everyone to notice me. I'm worth it.
They better be concentratin' on me, and only me.
Where's my limo? What? It's late? My day is ruined!
***I hate to say it, but sometimes the word "m" and "o" is tooooo perfect.
As is the term "wigger."
Who the FUCK is Audrey?
She needs to be shot!
No, actually, she needs to work at fucking McDonald's...cleaning the toilets!
And it needs to be a McDonald's right off I-95.
The parents should be ashamed of themselves...except they are too fucking stupid and self-centered to know better.
Brilliant Instrumental...almost silent.
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Feel the gayest straight guy.
Well, that could be Robbie Williams, now that I think about it.
I'd feel him, but watch Dave!
Labels: depeche mode