Iain Churches wrote:
>
> "Andre Jute" <fiultra@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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> On Mar 20, 8:11 am, "Iain Churches" <Iai...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> > "Andre Jute" <fiul...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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> > > I have a Velleman K4000 PPP amp which
> > > was built for the power, and it is just as well that it has 18W in
> > > Class A, because it is a Jekyll and Hyde affair, very sweet until
you
> > > attach (very) insensitive speakers and turn up the wick on a 100W of
> > > PPP power, when it suddenly becomes an anti-social rock'n'roller's
> > > amp.
> >
> > So it's not too late for me to be an anti-social rock'n'roller then?
> > Come to think of it, most of the good ones are about my age:-)
> >
> > Regards
> > Iain
>
> > You have too much hair, Iain. You coulda been a rocker when Rod
> > Stewart didn't need to spend two hours backcombing before he went out
> > into public. Now the norm is for rockers who are very light on top.
> > Sorry to cast iced water on your dream, man, but it is too late for
> > you: you just have too much hair.
>
> I think you are right. Rock'n'roll, however exciting, should be a
> phase through which one p***** on the musical journey. The
> thought of getting locked into a "three-chord time warp" is not
> one that I particularly relish:-)
>
> Perhaps I reached my peak as a rock'n'roller in 1972. I
> tagged along when my girlfriend Jane, a cellist, was invited
> to a Glam Rock garden party given by Gary Glitter in
> wildest Sus***.
>
> Iain
>
> > PS: Anyone here who even remembers when Elton John had hair?
>
> Is that within living memory? :-)
I never really liked much rock and roll.
I was about 29 when I bought a few rock albums, mainly from peer group
pressure.
But I also bought classicals and folk musics in the same week.
Just about all pop starts were people I saw as being paid far too much
to be a right idiot on stage,
and to scream like a tom cat having its balls cut out, and all about
matters of "lerve"
and idiotic emotional situations I avoided.
They did not perform useful work.
Sure I remember what lerve was, kind of a mix of lust and peurile
infatutation,
propelled by the idiocy of youthful perceptions, and it ain't love, and
pop stars never
sang about that. Their divorce rates and fornication rates proved to me
their message could not be anything
except concoction of complete BS.
I thought girls who flopped helplessly when they saw the Beatles had
exactly no brain.
If pop stars had had their dicks and ****s removed, there
would have been no rock and roll.
That would have been fine as far as I was concerned.
But maybe some unexplored genre of "depression music" sort of like
something Liszt might have composed,
but with a drumbeat in it....
So while a whole generation seemed hooked on pop and went to rock
concerts
and spent a heap and ruined their ears, and had zero to show for it all,
I calmly went about work and study, and if girls didn't wanna **** or
talk about something interesting
I went home early from parties, which in fact much kraperama music was
played,
and it suited the people who bull****ed on all night.
The Disco scene, empty as it was, seemed more about dancing, and
I did like that for about 5 years after becoming unmarried; you could
just go to a place and ask
****elas to dance, not have to say too much more, and maybe a few would
****.
Very few could talk about something interesting.
But very often my diary I kept for the late 70s and early 90s shows
I'd go into a disco on a Sat night, Juliana's was a beauty, I'd take a
long hard look around, and if there
wasn't any female suitable for a relation****p, ****ing, and perhaps
marriage, I'd just come home.
This was the case often, one could go out and there wasn't anyone worth
spending any time with in a crowd
of 50 people. But some nights wer good, and you'd get dances with 10
different ****elas, and
maybe a ****.
Plenty there who were ugly, ****s, married, chain smokers, alcoholics,
drug addicts and all manner of dysfunctionals.
After awhile, you'd get to know the regulars and the scene hangers.
I'd hate to be 30 again. Being 20 could be worse.
At 36 I gave all that up because nobody who wanted real love went to
bars it seemed.
I didn't miss the music I wasn't listening to.
And at 34, my ears caved in to tinnitus from the music and building I
was doing,
and for 3 years I avoided all noise, and when out wore ear plugs.
The ears improved after several years, and have not got worse, but my
tolerance for rock and roll
was only because of the pathway it made to other activities.
A very shaky flaky pathway at that.
I knew pop music was demon alright; it had absolutely no message to
benefit anyone.
After I stopped the nightclubbing I concentrated on push bike racing.
That crowd was far healthier than the people i'd met in bars,
but their main problem was an absense of emotional expression; the
really fast riders seemed pretty
limited people, and all they could do was ride fast.
You'd arrive at a venue for the week's race,
line up and away you'd go, and when its over they all dissapeared home
as fast as possible.
The cycle club was 97% men, and the very few sheilas who rode were all
way too young
or married, and it took several months before I got to know anyone.
But the Disco nightclub scene wasn't much better for socials. The music
was the focus
and the catalyst for socials because it filled in while people couldn't
think of what to say or do about people around them.
Pop music wasn't the pathway to romance, and nor was any other sort of
music I found,
unless one was musically inclined and performed, and one reason why pop
stars perform like idiots is that girls
**** 'em if they do.
So they'd get ****s without romance or love. Pop star dysfunction is
endemic, they suicide
or do drugs, or when they turn 64, they marry one legged ****elas who try
to get money
out of them after being horrible wives.
Romance is of course some sort of con job, if you ask me, so when I hear
some count
screaming about it, I turn the radio to another station, or remove
myself from premises.
In the Pankcake parlor I'd stand on a chair and remove wires from the
back of speakers
to get a peaceful chess game.
But I had enough girls, without reliance and expense on music or the
ability to dance.
Very few ****elas have any real idea about real music.
But they all know about ****in munny.
Patrick Turner.
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