The Global Outrage of an Educated Man........vol.78
With the rain dropping down upon the newly fallen leaves brown, yellow and green, I think of proper music to fill the spaces in between the drops, and so appropriately I will be discussing some new music for the season.
I would like to first begin with a group that has been a favorite of mine for quite some time. Ever since I was introduced to them by a lazy eyed woman in Duluth named Valerie, in the Fall of 95'. Kinger and Hoium, you know who I'm talking about. The Champagne Supernova of Brit Pop. The best band in the world. Oasis.
Their new album "Dig out your soul", is fist pumping good stuff with only one slow song. The rest is pure rock'n'roll genius.
Turn up the volume to kick start the jam which begins with "Bag it Up" and crack open a Newcastle and light a cigarette, because the ship is taking off. 11 songs, with only one I could live without.
Not bad for some working class blokes from Manchester. See ya at the Target Center December 10th. Righteous.
The second album I would like to discuss is Rachael Yamagata's second album, titled "Elephants.....Teeth sinking into Heart". An album that is suited for a day like today. A day filled with grey clouds and rain. So light some candles and go through old scrapbooks.
Loves' lost and loves' remembered for the better, although you may have felt worse than the current state of the economy. Remembering, we can't always get what we want. We just have to learn to deal with what has been given to us and hopefully some of us will be giving back too.
Some of you ladies out there may want to make sure a bottle of wine is nearby along with fresh box of kleenex.
I'm not joking. I take my music and politics very seriously.
Phenomenal stuff and I am waiting for her to swing back around to the Twin Cities and play a larger venue than the Fine Line.
The next is by She & Him...vol.1. That is Zooey Deschanel and M.Ward's collaboration, which is much happier than Yamagata's angst filled album, but brilliant all the same for it's simplicity.
Zooey reminds me of a young Linda Ronstadt, the hot version. And those in the know, know what I'm talking about. Zooey and M's album could be placed in the mid to late 60's or early 70's.
Either playing the Grand Ole' Opry or Fillmore East. The whole album, all 13 tracks, and yes there is a hidden one.
It's good driving music and for getting dressed in the morning music to start out the day.
They too I am waiting for to come back around. An August show at First Avenue during a weeknight just wasn't feasible.
Hindsight is always 20/20.
Next up, is the getting ever popular singer songwriter Ray Lamontagne's third album, "Gossip in the Grain". It may be the most complete of his albums so far.
It include's an ode to White Stripe's drummer Meg White which is a favorite. Because, who doesn't like Meg White? If you don't, you may need to seek serious help.
I've pretty much been saying all along that Ray is great so, I will say no more. Just, that I'm waiting for the next Damien Rice album. You know whay I'm saying.
Finally and not least, the red headed cutie Jenny Lewis's second album, "Acid Tongue".
Oh the memories.
Dutch and I in the backseat of my blue m&m Plymouth Sundance, his smiling face like he knew what was going on, and Jeff Olsen behind the wheel.
I remember I couldn't figure out how to get into the house in Spooner. We watched U-Turn twice in a row.
Wow. "Purple Haze all in my mind".
Anyhow, if you like her other band Rilo Kiley you cannot go wrong. Minus the Watson twins, it's still good good stuff.
Put her together with Zooey and M.Ward and I would say we'd have one helluva a time.
Fernando, she plays a song with your name on it and it's a lot better than Abba's. That I guarantee.
So, with that said. Do yourselves a favor and get on You Tube and look them up before you download them to your Ipods'.
So, grab a favorite beverage and your favorite girl or guy, and put both feet on the coffee table and turn down the lights and turn up the volume and lock the doors from the neighbors and please, please, shut off the TV.
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
A work of Fiction
A Work of Fiction......in small parts.
The light of the full moon through the kitchen window is telling me that I'm hungry, and one doesn't argue with nature. She can be quite the bitch.
Man, I can hardly remember the last time. Was it last month? Or was it just last week?
I don't know. I don't think that I am starting to care anymore. I think I am starting to like it. It's sick I know.
Nothing. Go back to bed.
You have a big day ahead of you. Meetings, lunch with your sister and then picking the kids up from soccer practice. You need your sleep.
We all do these days.
I'll be in, in a few minutes. K.
Julie doesn't need to worry about me, and especially the kids. They don't have to know. They shouldn't know. They can't know and neither can she. Ever. It would kill them.
But it's just the taste, it's hard to remember or put a finger on it. It's almost like I need it. What it means I have no idea.
I mean, I've watched enough scary movies to kind of guess, but nothing like this. Not now. Ya know.
But lately, there has been a thrill in it. The chase and almost surreal hangover that lifts like the morning fog. Feeling rejuvenated. Energized. Without Gatorade or an aspirin.
More than human.
I've read somewhere that in certain areas of the world, they would consider it a delicacy. They would consider it a form of initiation, a rite of passage if you will.
The gift of immortality. The beating heart of man is nothing but a shadow of a glimpse of what he truly can become. Or so I thought.
I just remember being blindsided. The stirring in the bushes and the low thud of, it's hard to explain. Waking up in the cold wet grass of an early morning in late August. Naked. Covered in blood. Bits of grass and hair, underneath my fingernails and in dire need of a toothpick to get whatever it was out of my teeth. Spit. Out. Like really tough beef jerky. But Jack Links doesn't make anything like that.
The news said it was a mugging that turned into murder. But he didn't look like he would have any cash. It's hard to tell these days. Spending vast amounts of money on torn jeans and the look of trying not to care. The bed head.
Who knows. No motive. No reason. No witnesses. A lifetime petty criminal. Splattered about like paint. A child's idea of a gift for mommy.
Brief remains here and there. I guess they identified him by what was left of his teeth, poor bastard.
I guess he shouldn't have been out that night.
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The light of the full moon through the kitchen window is telling me that I'm hungry, and one doesn't argue with nature. She can be quite the bitch.
Man, I can hardly remember the last time. Was it last month? Or was it just last week?
I don't know. I don't think that I am starting to care anymore. I think I am starting to like it. It's sick I know.
Nothing. Go back to bed.
You have a big day ahead of you. Meetings, lunch with your sister and then picking the kids up from soccer practice. You need your sleep.
We all do these days.
I'll be in, in a few minutes. K.
Julie doesn't need to worry about me, and especially the kids. They don't have to know. They shouldn't know. They can't know and neither can she. Ever. It would kill them.
But it's just the taste, it's hard to remember or put a finger on it. It's almost like I need it. What it means I have no idea.
I mean, I've watched enough scary movies to kind of guess, but nothing like this. Not now. Ya know.
But lately, there has been a thrill in it. The chase and almost surreal hangover that lifts like the morning fog. Feeling rejuvenated. Energized. Without Gatorade or an aspirin.
More than human.
I've read somewhere that in certain areas of the world, they would consider it a delicacy. They would consider it a form of initiation, a rite of passage if you will.
The gift of immortality. The beating heart of man is nothing but a shadow of a glimpse of what he truly can become. Or so I thought.
I just remember being blindsided. The stirring in the bushes and the low thud of, it's hard to explain. Waking up in the cold wet grass of an early morning in late August. Naked. Covered in blood. Bits of grass and hair, underneath my fingernails and in dire need of a toothpick to get whatever it was out of my teeth. Spit. Out. Like really tough beef jerky. But Jack Links doesn't make anything like that.
The news said it was a mugging that turned into murder. But he didn't look like he would have any cash. It's hard to tell these days. Spending vast amounts of money on torn jeans and the look of trying not to care. The bed head.
Who knows. No motive. No reason. No witnesses. A lifetime petty criminal. Splattered about like paint. A child's idea of a gift for mommy.
Brief remains here and there. I guess they identified him by what was left of his teeth, poor bastard.
I guess he shouldn't have been out that night.
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Sunday, October 12, 2008
Into the Mystic......
The Global Outrage of an Educated Man.........vol.77
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzjzackVBpA
Performed by the Swell Season.......hopefully each and everyone of us will be able to do the same.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzjzackVBpA
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Saturday, October 11, 2008
"People say I'm crazy, dreaming my life away..." John Lennon
The Global Outrage of an Educated Man........vol.76
Hello my friends. My friends, I am here to state that which is obvious to me, but may be less than obscure for some. My friends. My friends, are we not heading on a collision course towards a one world currency, which would be supported by a one world government? My friends. Okay enough of that Mccain speak. Let's be clear. Let's be clear about my opponent. Enough Obama too. Hell, I'm not going to yell "Kill him!!" at a rally, make no mistake, but I will let you know that I am as much afraid of Barack Obama as I am of John Mccain. Maybe I'll vote for myself as President, wait, I can't yet. I'm not 36 years old. You have to be at least 36 years old and an American citizen. So, please wait until 2012 to vote for me and my good friend as Vice President and new father again, Jeff "Arnie" Olson. Congrats. I'm still waiting on that BBQ invite. Ha. Just kidding. Seriously.
Has not this current economic crisis got you at least a little concerned? Problem, Reaction, Solution. That's how they operate. They create a problem, wait for the public's reaction and then wheel out the solution. That's how the Patriot Act got passed so quickly. How else would you get the American public to give up their civil liberties? Tell them that it's necessary in order to stop terrorism. We don't want "the smoking gun to be a mushroom cloud." Now they have a reason to wheel out their steps towards a one world currency. Create a problem that would affect the world's economies, wait for the public to react in a frenzy of panic and fear, and then say wait, we've got the solution right here; let's just have everyone back at zero and playing on the same level. Taa-daaa. You may be laughing to yourselves and saying "Scharber, he's crazy. He's paranoid. He's finally lost it." But is it paranoia when it comes true?
People, check out Alex Jones website, PrisonPlanet.com, or David Icke or Texx Marrs or Noam Chomsky for that matter. We are being led down a slippery path towards socialism. The United States Government is taking control of our banks. We are handing over our "free" markets to the G-7. But then again, would you have expected anything less from these blood suckers. They are vampires that feed on the fear that they create. Only blood sucking vampires would say that it's crazy and utopian to dream of peace. We need to get a grip and get educated. Be ready. Get ready. Remember, December 22nd, 2012. And if I'm wrong and that day comes and goes without a sound or a hiccup, I will bother you no more. I promise.
But hey, at least we still have football on Sundays.
May peace, love and happiness be granted to all.
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Hello my friends. My friends, I am here to state that which is obvious to me, but may be less than obscure for some. My friends. My friends, are we not heading on a collision course towards a one world currency, which would be supported by a one world government? My friends. Okay enough of that Mccain speak. Let's be clear. Let's be clear about my opponent. Enough Obama too. Hell, I'm not going to yell "Kill him!!" at a rally, make no mistake, but I will let you know that I am as much afraid of Barack Obama as I am of John Mccain. Maybe I'll vote for myself as President, wait, I can't yet. I'm not 36 years old. You have to be at least 36 years old and an American citizen. So, please wait until 2012 to vote for me and my good friend as Vice President and new father again, Jeff "Arnie" Olson. Congrats. I'm still waiting on that BBQ invite. Ha. Just kidding. Seriously.
Has not this current economic crisis got you at least a little concerned? Problem, Reaction, Solution. That's how they operate. They create a problem, wait for the public's reaction and then wheel out the solution. That's how the Patriot Act got passed so quickly. How else would you get the American public to give up their civil liberties? Tell them that it's necessary in order to stop terrorism. We don't want "the smoking gun to be a mushroom cloud." Now they have a reason to wheel out their steps towards a one world currency. Create a problem that would affect the world's economies, wait for the public to react in a frenzy of panic and fear, and then say wait, we've got the solution right here; let's just have everyone back at zero and playing on the same level. Taa-daaa. You may be laughing to yourselves and saying "Scharber, he's crazy. He's paranoid. He's finally lost it." But is it paranoia when it comes true?
People, check out Alex Jones website, PrisonPlanet.com, or David Icke or Texx Marrs or Noam Chomsky for that matter. We are being led down a slippery path towards socialism. The United States Government is taking control of our banks. We are handing over our "free" markets to the G-7. But then again, would you have expected anything less from these blood suckers. They are vampires that feed on the fear that they create. Only blood sucking vampires would say that it's crazy and utopian to dream of peace. We need to get a grip and get educated. Be ready. Get ready. Remember, December 22nd, 2012. And if I'm wrong and that day comes and goes without a sound or a hiccup, I will bother you no more. I promise.
But hey, at least we still have football on Sundays.
May peace, love and happiness be granted to all.
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Saturday, October 4, 2008
When the Deal goes Down......
The Global Outrage of an Educated Man........vol.75
They did it. It is done. It's finished. Signed and sealed and hopefully it will deliver us from the brink of extinction. Although, I still plan to get eyeglasses as soon as possible, because when it all falls apart in the end and the players are left watching the house of cards that they've built come crashing down, it's not going to be easy to get saline solution and disinfectant for contact lenses when there is widespread looting and murder over fossil fuels at the gas pumps. What we've seen in the just the last 8 years is right on schedule with a end date of December 22, 2012. We've witnessed 9/11, Hurricane Katrina, The Mortgage boom and bust and now the credit crisis. What they told us was $700 billion, will probably cost us $5-$10 trillion. Of course they are going to low-ball us. Why not? The average American is clueless anyhow. So, we now have Henry Paulson, who was once head of the investment firm, Goldman Sachs, to be the lone man in charge of pricing and buying the bad debt. The man who was partly in charge of creating those exotic mortgage backed securities known as collaterallized debt obligations, is now going to be the one to help "bail" us out. That's right. We're all in jail, we're all enslaved and only a few of us know it. I have to believe that Goldman Sachs will be one of the first firms with their hands out to get "bail" out money. Just a hunch. It is the fox guarding the chicken coop. Nice. And people, the Federal Reserve is not a government entity. It is not controlled by the Federal Government in any shape or form. What we should've done is nationalize the Fed and thus kick that group of private bankers out and back to the rocks from which they slithered out from. JFK once tried to nationalize the Fed and look what happened to him. Seriously. Look it up. So instead of doing that, what we've done is created a fourth branch of government. A branch of government in the hands of one man. Hank Paulson. Let's hope he does a good job. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
On a much lighter note, I plead everyone to go and check out the band, Fleet Foxes. If you like the fall and the changing colors of the leaves, then you'll love the Fleet Foxes. My Morning Jacket meets Neil Young and Nick Drake out in the woods and they decide to jam on some wooden stumps. Good good stuff. Right up there with Lamontagne. See ya tonight Ray at the State Theatre. Awesome.
Much peace, love and happiness to all.
"I will make them famous, you will know their names." John "The original Maverick" Mccain
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They did it. It is done. It's finished. Signed and sealed and hopefully it will deliver us from the brink of extinction. Although, I still plan to get eyeglasses as soon as possible, because when it all falls apart in the end and the players are left watching the house of cards that they've built come crashing down, it's not going to be easy to get saline solution and disinfectant for contact lenses when there is widespread looting and murder over fossil fuels at the gas pumps. What we've seen in the just the last 8 years is right on schedule with a end date of December 22, 2012. We've witnessed 9/11, Hurricane Katrina, The Mortgage boom and bust and now the credit crisis. What they told us was $700 billion, will probably cost us $5-$10 trillion. Of course they are going to low-ball us. Why not? The average American is clueless anyhow. So, we now have Henry Paulson, who was once head of the investment firm, Goldman Sachs, to be the lone man in charge of pricing and buying the bad debt. The man who was partly in charge of creating those exotic mortgage backed securities known as collaterallized debt obligations, is now going to be the one to help "bail" us out. That's right. We're all in jail, we're all enslaved and only a few of us know it. I have to believe that Goldman Sachs will be one of the first firms with their hands out to get "bail" out money. Just a hunch. It is the fox guarding the chicken coop. Nice. And people, the Federal Reserve is not a government entity. It is not controlled by the Federal Government in any shape or form. What we should've done is nationalize the Fed and thus kick that group of private bankers out and back to the rocks from which they slithered out from. JFK once tried to nationalize the Fed and look what happened to him. Seriously. Look it up. So instead of doing that, what we've done is created a fourth branch of government. A branch of government in the hands of one man. Hank Paulson. Let's hope he does a good job. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
On a much lighter note, I plead everyone to go and check out the band, Fleet Foxes. If you like the fall and the changing colors of the leaves, then you'll love the Fleet Foxes. My Morning Jacket meets Neil Young and Nick Drake out in the woods and they decide to jam on some wooden stumps. Good good stuff. Right up there with Lamontagne. See ya tonight Ray at the State Theatre. Awesome.
Much peace, love and happiness to all.
"I will make them famous, you will know their names." John "The original Maverick" Mccain
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