No rights: homage
Southern, punky in their style, given that they came from Georgia (albeit the artist’s savehaven of Athens which is historically known for its indie music scene).
I dig them much. Great players with dynamic, live charisma.
The vocal echo being sung after Stipe’s gives me chills.
They are geniuses at subtlely. Their content gets revolutionary for their context, but it is only whispered. Very articulately. And, their appeal across the spectrum is undeniable. A rare combo.
No rights: homage to an innovator.
Remember this album?
Opening track.
Sounds great in a pair of cans.
This is Numberwang?
(Kindly let me know if my math does not tally below. I tried to check and recheck it, but…)
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Q: When was 120 minutes ago from now?
A: It was two hours ago.
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When was one hundred and sixty four billion (164,000,000,000) minutes ago?
Hum, huh?
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My illiteracy with numbers occurs at a certain threshold.
Numerical literacy*? Not my strong suit. So, I play with numbers, with what I can imagine.
For example, I can imagine a triangle, a square, a pentagram, a hexagon, a septagon, an octagon. But, I cannot imagine, or see in my mind’s eye what a 25 sided polygon would look like. I would have to try to draw it.
There is a 10,000 sided polygon, called a myriagon, according to geometry.
I will take their word for it because I cannot imagine being able to imagine what that would actually like.
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I am not monied. The difference between one million dollars and one billion dollars? Well, sure, ‘orders of magnitude’, but I only understand that in the abstracted sense. The practical difference between such huge numbers is not immediately obvious to me. But, the news, scientific research, and governments, regularly inundate us with such large numbers.
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Do a thought experiment with me? I wanna know:
Q1. How far could the millions of dollars, comprising a billion dollars, go?
Q2. If I had one hundred and sixty four billion dollars (as I hear someone in America truly does) and I gave away one million dollars per day, how many days before I am broke? Let’s pretend I keep my $164,000,000,000.00 in cash in a safe. That means my money is not making more money via interest, returns, dividends.
If I have one billion dollars in cash, let’s imagine it’s kept in one million dollar bills. I would have one thousand of these million dollar bills.
I could give one of the $1,000,000 bills everyday for 1,000 days before running out of money.
If there are 365 days a year, 1,000 days is about 2.75 years.
The difference between a million and a billion, practically speaking?
A1. You can give away $1,000,000.00 everyday for almost three years before exhausting $1,000,000,000.00
So, how much more than 1 billion dollars is 164 billion dollars, practically speaking?
Well, if it takes 1,000 days, of giving away 1 million dollars each day, to get rid of a billion dollars;
It would take 164 times longer to give away $164,000,000,000.00 than it would take to give away $1,000,000,000.00
1,000 x 164 = 164,000 days
164,000 days = 449 years and a few months.
If I had $164,000,000,000 ($164 billion), I could give away $1,000,000 ($1 million) everyday for 449 years.?
Fuck.
Now that I see it this way it only raises more, honest questions from an ignorant me.
How much money do people need?
And why? To what end and what do they intend?
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*My own numerical illiteracy was introduced to me by a slim, charming book called Innumeracy by John Allen Paulos which I found tucked away in the statistician’s, my father, bookcase.
The idea is wittily conveyed in the sixth chapter of the second section of Douglas R. Hofstader’s book Meta Magical Themas: Questing for the Essence of Mind and Pattern.
The chapter is called Number Numbness.
Both are written for non-math-savvy folks and both pieces manage to entertain with humor.
No rights: homage
A great gem.
Easy breathing.
Subtlety.
Especially when heard in cans.
….
A ball bouncing.
No rights: homage to someone playing the carcass of the dinosaur called a
Cigarette Pack Vending machine.
No rights: homage
Dig their style much.
A gem discovered this morning.
I am not a morning person by nature but this song had me moving and smiling.
Instant shot of swagger.
No rights: homage to voices speaking their truth.
poetry in practice.
Political eloquence.
Sincerity shines.
Kind, too.
I believe more can be found here.
Apologies, if I am mistaken.
The fan at the bar who
drank zero drinks for
hours
leaps to his feet
/baby says she’s mine/
/you know she tells me all
the time/
/you know she said so/
He flashed a fiver
and dances up the length
of the bar’s entrance
and back down again.
Pro-offered & finally
accepted.
A silver fox takes his
hand.
Howl they dance.
She dances with him
through the next three
covers.
Not a bad turn around on
investment, in this fool’s eyes.
A girl dances along-side
them and begins waving.
Then, she plays it off.
She did not know to
whom she waved.
But, maybe she will.
Ever-one jumps up and
rushes to dance to CCR.
I say: I like the smell of
your leather.
He says: you’re the girl in
the black dress.
I say: there’s some white
crosshairs on here.
He smiles; and, I walk away.
I espy the Dance Partner
give her number away
while all ages free-dance
I overhear: it is what it is
Howl yes
It is
And, the band howls:
Here it comes
/well nothing I do don’t
seem to work, <howl>, it
only seems to make
matters worse/
The bassist nails the
outro.
Then, on the next song,
the band changes singers.
They break into
Rebel, Rebel. They
miss a line.
They redeem the
recapitulation of
Ziggy Stardust
/gurl, I want to be with
you/
It is funny
Go across an ocean and
they sing southern, u.s. rock.
Come back home and all they wanna sing
is the British invasion.
A breeze blows from
The Sound
as I walk home alone.
No rights: homage.
A good song to walk home to.
No rights: homage.
I watched the news.
My mistake. I forget how I get [sic. Hissy fitt].
A good rejoinder.
/Land of the free, now, baby/tell me what it’s gonna be/
Glass blown to be exploded and recapitulated;
An album sleeve painted on a deadline;
The record of your time-frame.
A jewel-disc case
is resonant to a cassette; but,
it is not the book.
Provide an open-secret viz a viz a well-demarcated rabbit~hole.
Spray painted peri-
meter to warn that:
YOU FALL AT YOUR
OWN RISK.
own your risk.
No rights: homage.
Howl along
I fell down the rabbit hole of Roger Penrose (along with Douglas Hofstadter) during my mid-twenties. I became quite intrigued by Gödel’s sentence G (Nagel has a great book for arm chair thinkers like me).
In/completeness
In/consistency
Computational capacity.
Just watch it, ok?
Giggle.
Works worx.
It all works.
Rocks move themselves in a small dance.
He said: they form a semi-chorus line and do the can-can; but, you can only see it from
Aeroplanes.
“You fly?”
“Well, I went to flight school.”
“What was that like?”
“Well, I visited the campus.”
I smile. You endeared yourself to me.
Dreams are always loveable.
Always.
Full frontal impresario.
Trying to hard
To get it done.
Howl I can-can
relate.
Howl.
3 tracks
1. Killing a son
2. Ballroom blitz bouncy drums accompany Jungle Jane.
3. Ecstasy.
No rights, writes, or rites.
Homage.
Hummmm….
Smile.
Back to basics.
All homage; no rights.
Great for the intro alone.
Not all musicians can talk about their songs well.
Favorite live version of this song, regardless.
Do they call 18 wheelers “lorries” in Canada too?
“Dead man lying by the side of the road with the daylight in his eyes/
Blind man running through the light of the night with an answer in his hand/
Come on down to the river of sight and you can really understand/…
If you’re walking home alone.”
Found on the asphaulted exit, fluttering in the breezy preparation.
Impatiently.
Coral, from below, meet the leaf that fell above
On the same path.
Another near ninety degree angle.
Still grossly a gauche.
The last embers of the dragon
Who hibernates through the summer?
Still grinning at the pass.
Too close
But
comfortable.
A tighter
Right angle to chance. Found.
Yellow
In the spider’s veins.
The sun still shines.
Do y’all remember the album Relish?
Yeah, it has that overplayed track.
But, every other one is a gem that I bet you have not given a chance in a decade.
Am I wrong?
WrittenCasey 