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The thing about Sting, see, is that he seems to be completely, utterly, totally, lacking a sense of humor. Can you picture him laughing at a beau jeste? I can't. ROFLING or LOLING, let alone LHFAO, is not the Sting style. He called himself Sting, remember. I could take the preening vanity - he has a lot to preen about. I could take the pretension, more often expressed in interviews than music. Pretension has an important part to play in artistic creation. But I couldn't take his grinding, monolithic self-seriousness. His lack of play.
Be that as it may, and it certainly is, the man has made some pretty sublime music, and the pretty sublimest is probably on Ten Summoner's Tales. So ultimately, I win. I don't have to listen to him hold forth and declaim in the drawing-room. All I have to do is "sit back, relax, and enjoy" this fantastic album.
The deliverable is the download-only extended version. It's not better than the original, but only a fool would deny it's longer. Play it in the backgound as you and your lowlife pals pass the Sterno. I done did a new cover [above - Ed.] so you can tell it apart from the original when you sober up.
This post made possible by the splendid folks at DrMacBook [Bangkok - Ed.], who performed miracles with my iMac.
What was your grooviest look? And when?
ReplyDeleteI have never been groovy. Fashion catches up with my dated sense of style every 7 or 8 years - I believe my pair of huge 1990’s baggy flairs should be ‘in’ again soon - they may look good on a teenager but not a sixty something old hippy. I once thought I looked good in a Paisley waistcoat, fortunately I grew out of that phase.
ReplyDeleteAs for Mr Sting, I saw him on his tour supporting his first solo album, great band, but the main thing I remember was Andy Summers joining them for a version of a Fleetwood Mac song (maybe Need Your Love So Bad?)
Glad your Mac’s back.
Me too. The only things they couldn't retrieve were some favorite apps, so I've spent a couple of days hunting them down in the wilds of the internet.
DeleteThere is a picture of me, full(fool)on skinhead, white shirt, blue jeans, blowing a kazoo.
ReplyDeleteand another is where I stand, no shirt, just jeans and boots, leaning totally forward, so you can see that little gap at the top back of my jeans. When you throw in a quarter, he'll rise again.
I know for a fact that pmac's signature "gay sombrero" look directly influenced Three Amigos.
ReplyDeleteI resemble that comment. Ole!!!!
DeleteI'm glad to see your iMac is back, Farq!
ReplyDeleteMy "grooviest" was the late 60s Hippie/Boho/Flower Child look (bell-bottoms, tie-dye, flowing peasant blouses, and long skirts.).
At my grooviest, circa '73, I could have guested a creditable tambourine for Steely Dan. Black needlecord jacket, After The Goldrush jeans, stash wallet, sardony. Ou sont les neiges d'antan, bruh?
DeleteJe comprends parfaitement ce que vous voulez dire, monsieur.
DeleteANON RF: Probably 1970. I had a photo of me in profile looking very much like Neil Young, plaid shirt, sideburns to my jawline, hair blowing long and free in the wind. Needless to say, my first wife chucked it in the bin. So it's just a memory; maybe a flawed one, even...
ReplyDeleteI have just one passport photo of me from those heady days. I carry it in my wallet, with a ticket for the Empire State Building, a Buddhist token card from Burma, a cash-and-carry card from Makro, and some slippery Thai currency. I figure I have everything I need for the coming apocalypse (thanks, Obama!).
DeleteCirca 78 I went with the Travis Bickle look for a very brief period. Unless you have an LSU program from that year, you have nothing to see.
ReplyDeleteWell, it's better than your Iris look.
DeleteJealousy is such a good look on you, my friend.
Delete*pushes pmac playfully in chest with both hands*
DeleteThe best I ever managed was a "wedge" cut whilst still at school. Later attempts to pose just made me too conscious of my essential wallydom to continue trying.
ReplyDeleteSting, Bryan Ferry, Dave Stewart of Eurythmics and Robson Green all belie their "gritty" NE origins by their utter twattiness. I did see Sting apparently genuinely helpless with laughter on one of Vic & Bob's shows where he was being interviewed in a deeply stupid way by the Stott Brothers.
Stimg being able to laugh is the best news I've heard all day. Mind you, it's only six a.m. so maybe better news later. Not holding my breath.
Delete(This is a swell deliverable - not going through the back-breaking effort of uploading unless one of youse bums asks for it.)
I haven't heard anyone refer to themselves or anyone else as a Wally for ages, thanks Fanny for bringing it back. Also The Stott Brothers should be watched by anyone who maybe needs cheering up - that is, probably all of us.
DeleteI remember shouting "Wally" at gigs. It were funny.
DeleteYes I remember that too.
DeleteWe called that haircut, "The Mushroom"
DeleteWhat is all this "wally" business about? Just curious.
If I told you, I'd have to kill you.
DeleteWALLYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
Capable of great music but like Bono is in love with himself.Please download the great music.
ReplyDeleteThere's an old Corsican saying: “Nobody loves you like yourself"
DeleteWas it not Descartes who said,
Delete"The greatest love of all
Is easy to achieve
Learning to love yourself
It is the greatest love of all"?
I thought it was the lost episode of 'The Jack Benny Program', the one when Jack announces to Rochester that he was transitioning.
Delete"I'm transitioning here!"
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ReplyDeleteLarvely!
skinny tie, black jeans, beatle boots, sunglasses, wool coat with raglan sleeves . . . c. 1978. For some reason, this scared the bejesus out of a professor of mine . . . he seemed convinced that i was some sort of hoodlum in his Romantic poetry class. no one in the class could understand why and of course it brought out the worst in me . . . a slow smile at him would freak him out. i thought i looked quite classily chic . . . for the time. --Muzak McMusic p.s., maybe it was the hoop earring
ReplyDeleteCurrently I'm looking like a cross between the Ayatollah (Ruhollah) Khomeni and the Big Lebowski on a permanent endless summer surfing expedition. I get a lot of looks when I go out at night in Hollywood, a lot of swiveling heads whispering things like: "Who is that?" "Is that who I think it is?" "I don't know who do you think it is?" Even had some paparazzi shooting us in Griffith Park recently, though they sounded like Russian tourists.
ReplyDeleteAnd you carry that air of mystery right into the comments, leaving nothing but the haunting aroma of board wax!
DeleteI had a glossy taffeta Nehru jacket that I picked up for almost nothing back during the punk days...say 1978-79. FABULOUSLY 1968 Carnaby Street.
ReplyDeleteNot sure if this will work here, but here's a groovy one:
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=70496918206&set=t.100001159927555&type=3
Dude!
DeleteI can date my grooviest look with some precision, to 1994 to 1998, for a particular costume that I used to dance in at the Northern California Renaissance Faire, near San Francisco.
ReplyDeleteI was bareheaded (which was weird, because every other costume required you have a hat on), wearing a large blue dress-like leine - gathered at the waist with two belts, and with huge sleeves. Over that I wore a red-fading-to-orange ionar - sort of a vest, with vestigial sleeves. I also wore a pair of moccasin boots, of rather durable and attractive brown leather (I liked them, anyway). And there were a few adornments, like tricolor piping on the ionar, and a couple of groovy pieces of jewelry. The belts allowed me to show a decent bit of leg, which looks pretty good when you're doing Irish soft-shoe dance steps.
I may have been the least of the dancers on stage in our show, but I was often the only male. So, I think I got some points for trying, and both the photos I have and the reactions I got from ladies made me feel like it was a good look for me.
I've had the same spouse since 1983, BTW. So all that attention was just for fun, and didn't lead to any fooling around. Nowadays, I dress more like the guy on my trading card, although I don't wear my fedora nearly as often as more-prosaic pieces of head gear.
D in California
God is in the details.
DeleteNot groovy, but my punkiest was a brief period when I had all the requisites and my loverly gf insisted on slathering my already somewhat alarmingly large eyes in gobs of mascara and thick black eye-liner and forbidding me from wearing my glasses, which epically resulted in my once walking right off the rather small stage at Raul's...luckily (for wont of a better word) everyone thought I did it on purpose and most were amused. Reader, I did not.
ReplyDeleteBig eyes, huh? Mine are like pissholes in the snow. I bet you have cheekbones, too, you bastard.
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