Tuesday, 9 December 2014

A week ago a lady at my work flew into a tantrum

A week ago a lady at my work flew into a tantrum when her name was incorrectly spelled on the school program. She stopped the gathering in advancement, lashed out at the main, and requested that the "Mr." before her name be struck from the record. She's a "missus" and, by God, she will be distinguished accordingly on the program. This occasion anticipated, for me, a micro, diorama-like variant of what pre9-11 America truly was; a life so grandly existed that we'd cry at the most modest of insults. Angsty adolescent young men and young ladies would discover voice and shout at their guardians before celebration swarms, the media chose that everybody I knew was a "good-for-nothing" disappointed with "the man," (you rock, Christian Slater!!), and the main individuals we saw bite the dust before their time had done so in auto collisions or through the "fuck you" of leukemia, and different growths. 

What those of you conceived in the last twenty five years perhaps don't understand is that you've been contaminated. It's been implanted with your mother's milk. The senator's been uprooted, the restrictor plate burned in the endless hours of report weapon fights, Apache gunship footage; innumerable broadcast TELEVISED!- decapitations, and the loss of a large number of youthful lives: white, dark, tan, or something else. When I converse with more youthful individuals they don't even understand the change. A significant number of them don't by and by know somebody in uniform. The passings are numbers; the individuals, people all!, are manufactured animals to numerous Americans. They're manufactured and formed by the Frankenstein media; confronts and wounds and thoughts regarding who these military individuals are have bled into the subliminal of America. The blasts and injury and smoldering skin, the slugs and the forlornness and brotherhood have bled and been sewn and birthed into a purified, unbiased adaptation of the military, stepping around the town attempting not to get pitchforked. It was all alarm and abuse, and afterward it was the desensitizing. The Collective is numb, and tired of everything. 

It isn't over however. This immersion, this tsunami of roughness has not arrived at its high water mark; it keeps on infringing, higher every year than it was the prior year. The greater part of you aren't mindful of the reducing of our reality through this osmotic savagery, you have not seen the world without it, regardless of the possibility that you've never left suburban Des Moines, or Cleveland, or the farmland in Wisconsin. 

Derrick Brown was seventeen and tall and thin and sort of caramel shaded; he was boisterous and interesting and he sold a huge amount of weed. I loved Derrick a ton aside from when I was attempting to instruct. On that morning, a Tuesday, the understudies were working. I was hung-over, and we were all settling in for the incredible session of claiming to learn, professing to educate, and sitting tight for the last bell so we could all backpedal home. I heard Derrick hollering from past a few doors. We couldn't tell what he was stating however could let it know was him, could let it know was pressing, and essential, and at any rate I began to get up from the crossword riddle and espresso when Derrick rush in the room. "Mr Lyke! Mr Lyke! They're besieging the structures, they're shelling the city!" He was frenzied, and wild-peered toward and bouncing around the entryway. I began to shout yet he was serious to the point that I asked, "Who's bombarding who?" and afterward, "Chicago?" He clarified it was New York, and that the structures were tumbling down. I pushed past Derrick, who had the understudies calm for a change. The greater part of the instructors were in the lobby. We looked starting with one then onto the next, addressing, trusting it was simply Derrick. Clearly, it wasn't.

Thursday, 14 March 2013

Tuesday's Gone

Tuesday's Gone is the second track on Lynyrd Skynyrd's first album. One of the band's most popular songs, it’s relaxing pace and serenading guitars has made it a fan staple. The lyrics are band frontman Ronnie Van Zant's realization that his normal life is finished forever with the band's new MCA/Sounds of the South record deal. "Tuesday," representing life as it was, is gone with the wind. The song is similar in mood to the band's signature tune "Free Bird". Once in a 1975 radio interview a caller asked Allen Collins, the song's co writer what his favorite Lynyrd Skynyrd song was and Allen answered "Tuesday's Gone". Al Kooper adds upfront Mellotron string sounds to the chorus of the song. It is one of a few Lynyrd Skynyrd songs that Bob Burns the original founding member and drummer did not play on. Atlanta Rhythm Section's drummer Robert Nix played on the studio version. Bob Burns however can be heard playing on the demo version from the same session.

Monday, 30 April 2012


The Latin name dies Martis ("day of Mars" is a translation of the Greek ἡμέρα Ἄρεως). The weekday heptagram, i.e. the association of the days of the seven-day week with the seven classical planets, probably dates to the Hellenistic period. Between the 1st and 3rd centuries, the Roman Empire gradually replaced the eight day Roman nundinal cycle with the seven-day week. The astrological order of the days was explained by Vettius Valens and Dio Cassius. According to these authors, it was a principle of astrology that the heavenly bodies presided, in succession, over the hours of the day.

The name Tuesday derives from the Old English "Tiwesdæg" and literally means "Tiw's Day". Tiw is the Old English form of the Proto-Germanic god *Tîwaz, or Týr in Norse, a god of war and law.In most languages with Latin origins (French, Spanish, Catalan, Italian, Romanian, Gallician, Sardinian, Corsican, but not Portuguese), the day is named after Mars, the Roman god of war.

In some Slavic languages the word Tuesday originated from Old Church Slavonic word въторъ meaning "the second" (Serbian: уторак (utorak)). Russian "Вторник" (Vtornik) is derived from the Russian adjective for 'Second' - "Второй" (Vtoroi)

In Japanese, the word Tuesday is 火曜日(ka youbi), meaning 'fire day' and is associated with 火星 (kasei): Mars.

In the Indic languages of Pali and Sanskrit, as well as in Thailand, the name of the day is taken from Angaraka ('one who is red in colour')[5] a style (manner of address) for Mangal, the god of war, and for Mars, the red planet.

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Cover versions

Metallica covered "Tuesday's Gone" on the album Garage Inc., which features special appearances from Les Claypool from Primus, Jerry Cantrell from Alice in Chains, John Popper from Blues Traveler, Pepper Keenan from Corrosion of Conformity, Jim Martin formerly of Faith No More, credited as Fatso, as well as Gary Rossington, one of the song's original writers, on guitar.

In 1994, a cover version was recorded by country music artist Hank Williams, Jr., as part of a compilation titled Skynyrd Frynds, which featured several country acts performing covers of Skynyrd songs.
In 2004, Faycel and Pelo covered the song on their first album, entitled Mickey Mouse, released only in Tunisia

On July 13, 1999, Phish covered the song for an encore at the then called Tweeter Center (now the Comcast Center for the Performing Arts) outside of Boston, in Mansfield, Massachusetts

In 2001, a previously unreleased demo version of the song was featured as a bonus track on the reissued and expanded CD. The demo version is also available on the 2005 Chronicles CD box set.

Bluegrass versions of the song were recorded by The Stevens Sisters, Beth and April Stevens, on their 2002 CD Little By Little, and by Larry Cordle and Lonesome Standard Time on their 2004 tribute CD Lonesome Skynyrd Time.