Showing posts with label Scorpions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scorpions. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

FUN STUFFS

Easily the best concert that I have been to in a very long time!

This is The Scorpions at the Douglas County Fair in Roseberg, Oregon.  That huge screen behind showed them up close, as well as scenes and even clips from Scorpion videos to match the music selections playing.

The sound quality was wonderful where we were in reserved seating, but distorted a bit if you were off to the side in the free area... where the beer venders flanked the side.
But hey... you have to get a beer.
Right?



Very cool beans.
Can they still sing and perform?
You bet they can!
There were some amazing solos... especially the drummer's.


The platform that the drums sat on could rise way up or lower down.  I wish I had not been so enthralled by his performance that I stopped taking photos and missed the chance to capture him, standing like King Kong, arms raised and sticks up in the air, roaring at the end.  It was something to see.
I do not have the words to do it justice.
Rock you like a hurricane?
Oh yeah.
But there were other sights to see at the fair as well.
Like this guy who talked to us and begged me to take his photo.

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I believe he said his name was Seamore.
He appeared to act independently, but was controlled by a man who casually pretended to be part of the crowd while talking into his drink straw.
That little dude behind was suspicious of him and I could not really coax him out to take a better photo.
Cute kid.  That's his mom and aunt.
We never made it to see the animals.
Or to look for the hat band that Randy wanted.
No matter.  We are going to our own county fair this weekend.  I can see the animals there.

My favorite Scorpions song is The Zoo,
people watcher that I am.
An appropriate sound track to one of the greatest "people zoos".
You should have seen the variety!
There were two women in our beer line who were so tightly stuffed into their skimpy dresses
that their boobs were exploding out the top.
We women were laughing at the response of the men that they passed.
Guess who sat right in front of us?
During the concert, when the big screen scanned the crowds, another woman bared her breasts.
Twice.
The first time, Randy was not looking up, talking to a neighbor.  I gave him a sharp elbow and told him that he'd missed them.
He said "Well did you at least get a picture of them?"
"Too bad, so sad."  I said... an old familiar Ananda School phrase.
I think he thought I was joking, but she proved that I was no liar.
Ha!
Of course he said the right thing after...
sometimes it's okay to lie.
I said "Good man!"

All in all, it was a fun weekend.  After the concert let out, we were all done in.  We made a short bathroom stop, then headed up a road toward the gate as the Scorpions passed us... close enough to reach out and touch the bus.
A sheriff yelled 
"Get back off the road or you're going to jail!"
Doesn't that sound a bit harsh?
Sheesh!

The motel that we stayed in was right across the street from a shuttle bus...
a team of local school buses.
So which one did we ride?


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The cool bus of course!
Ha!
(sorry for the poor photo... hard to see in the dark)

Now we are home again.
Back at the grind of looking for employment.
I spent a grueling day yesterday on line, filling out a monster bitch of an application.
Three hours of frustration for a job I don't really want.  But work is work.
Gotta pay the bills.

Today we are taking a field trip to put in applications, visit the employment office because their site has been malfunctioning, see a lawyer and maybe, if all works right...
surprise his mom with a visit.
Time NOT applying is required before our brains blow out all together.

Hope you all have fun in your own zoos.

(I wanted to put in a video of Scorpions doing 
The Zoo... but Youtube is not cooperating.)
That's all folks! 

Friday, September 11, 2009

WINDS OF CHANGE

Once upon a time there was a girl called Miss Bliss...


Somewhere in time she
fell right out of existence. I was not aware when it happened. I was surprised by it when I looked up from a jigsaw puzzle one day and
was forced to admit that she was
gone.



I looked up at Max, who must have been nine or ten. His face lit with a childish delight that had long since left me behind. He
was striped with dirt. His shirt was torn in at least two places. Neither of his shoes were tied. There was a hole in his cheek that was at least two inches long and deep enough to gape. It was peppered with debris from the woods. He grinned his best cheesy smile and said "I had the best day!"



It hit me t
hen that I no longer had those days. The ones where junk happens and you let it roll off because nothing can touch the feeling of falling out of a cedar tree, crashing through its limbs and surviving to tell the tale.


I was stunned by this.



My son skipped to the bathroom mirror. I heard him say "Coooool..." about his face. I no longer understood how exciting a great scar can be even though I could still recall not wearing a bandage on my stitches in fifth grade so that everyone could admire them.




Miss Bliss would have understood it. But she was little more than a limp shirt that I folded up and put away. No fanfare. No teary good-byes. That was a part of life that had passed by. Bye-bye Bliss!




My life has altered so much of late. As I was gearing up for my long weekend last week I glanced into the mirror and was shocked to see that Miss Bliss was back.


Interesting people have entered my life. Not just Larry... though yep... that's been a major interest. My children have grown into interesting people and when I once feared that I was losing them, I now know that I've gained something wonderful from their adult lives that I never expected beside grand children.


Squeaky is pretty much on his own these days with Lorn to help out. He does not need me and amazingly enough... I am feeling very good about that. Not long ago I worried over what I'd do with myself after he went to college. Now I'm wondering what I'll do with myself after he goes with antisipation, not anxiety.


How odd that I find Miss Bliss smiling back at me from the mirror with that same sparkle and feeling of expectation that something wonderful waits around the corner. I walked outside tonight and a very warm Chinook wind caressed me, the song below popped into my head and I began to think about all these changes and marveled that what I thought I feared was really what I want.

TIME KEEPS ON MOVING AND HERE I AM ALMOST BACK TO WHERE I WAS A BAZILLION YEARS AGO. . .

Thursday, June 4, 2009

ONE FLEW EAST, ONE FLEW WEST, ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO'S NEST



ONE LAST DAY! AND WE HAVE TO START WITH THIS JEWEL...

Alice Cooper - School's out 1972

I BOUGHT THIS ALBUM AND "JO JO GUN" AT THE MALL TWICE IN ONE DAY... THE FIRST 2 ALBUMS WERE STOLEN WITHIN MINUTES OF MY PAYING FOR THEM.





Wire, bliar, limber-lock

Three geese in a flock

One flew east, one flew west

One flew over the cuckoo's nest. (the children's rhyme that gives the book it's title)


Staring (Jack Nicholson Based on the 1962 novel by Ken Kesey that takes place in an Oregon asylum .
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

One good movie and one great read. Highly recommended.




THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE...



Highlander (film) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


This is where I saw "Brother Justin"
for the first time... as Connor MacLeod (Christopher Lambert) 's nemisis The Kurgan (Clancy Brown). We ate these up at our house... the movies, the series and the animated version.

The theme song is by Queen.
Highlander TV Intro Highlander: The Series - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The series featured Duncan MacLeod (Adrian Paul). Guess which one is my favorite MacLeod?

A single is one... here are a couple of singles with the word ONE in their titles.

Scorpions - No One Like You: Original - PCM Version

Metallica - One (live)

AND THIS ONE JUST BECAUSE I
LIKE IT:
Harry Nilsson - I'd Rather Be Dead
HARRY WAS A GOOD FRIEND OF BOTH JOHN LENNON AND RINGO STARR. IF YOU LISTEN AND KNOW THEIR VOICES, YOU CAN HEAR THEM SINGING.

WHAT HARRY AND PALS DID, WAS ROUND UP A BUNCH OF OLDER FOLK AND HAVE THEM SING THE BACK GROUND VOCALS... AFTER GIVING THEM ALL GLASSES OF SHERRY.

Short story time: When I was a little kid, my folks used to ship me off to stay with my great grandmother in Eaglerock by Los Angeles. Great Grandma was a sweet, very proper old lady who lived to be 103... mind still sharp as a tack. I guess she was in her 80s at this time. Anway, she used to watch her "stories" . That was fairly typical I suppose, but Grandma would talk to her story characters. If she was alone in the room, they had conversations! I was gald that the people on TV never answered her back out loud. (I think they did in her head.) But she would tell them off. She would come pick me up from the bus station and tell me all about what Audry had done this time. Or who she thought Dr. Steve was going to sleep with now.

One Life to Live - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia was her favorite "story".


NOW HERE IS ONE STORY FOR YOU TO READ:

StephenKing.com - One for the Road


One for the Road (short story) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

DID YOU KNOW THAT STEPHEN KING IS THE NUMBER ONE BEST SELLING AUTHOR IN THE US? One for the Road was in the anthology, Night Shift but was originally published in a Maine magazine in 1977.

OKAY... YOUR TURN. DO YOU KNOW OF ANY GREAT ONES?

Yesterday afternoon I visited the foot doc and the physical therapist. A busy day. The doc taped my feet again and gave me the go ahead to walk if I feel comfortable doing it. HOORAY!
My usual therapy god was ill, so I got a goddess this time. Wow, she has some fine hands and they do wonderful things. She also gave me a tennis ball... I had to resist the urge to say "Go for a walk?" and pant. She also told me to freeze some bottled water and to roll the bottle under my instep twice a day. I did... and it's nice too. The feet are getting better. We're almost back to normal.

Just in the nick of time! Summer... here I come. At least for the weekend. They tagged a few extra days onto my year. I cannot complain as I lost days to budget cuts and that was money. I like money. But the good news is that the lunatics we call students... they are wild things this time of year... will all be off to terrorize their families. I will have my nice, quiet sanctuary all to myself. I don't mind it a bit. Big cheesy grin!

I hope your day sets you free as well.