peace, Linux and happiness?

The Ubuntu logo stood there innocently over an orange bar that indicated the completion rate of the project. Meanwhile, inside my desktop computer, files and programs vaporized into thin air. Nothing was left in its wake except empty storage spaces on my hard drive. Then slowly, the Ubuntu Linux operating system began to establish itself in the barren wasteland that had once been a Windows environment. Step by step, a new operating system and new programs made their home on my computer.

the Bangles star “bangled” banner night

I didn't intend for this to be 80's nostalgia week, with back-to-back postings about Prince and the Bangles, but that's how the muse struck me this week.  So what?  I make no apologies for that.  And you can try to throw the proverbial book at the Bangles for the supposedly heinous crime of performing while old (though they really aren't that old), and they will still continue to play hard.  The way they played Friday night, the band had nothing to apologize for.

tribute to D. Boon

I went to a number of punk shows when I was in college. I listen to very little punk nowadays—when I do, I usually grow tired of it after about ten minutes. But I've never grown tired of the Minutemen--indeed I listen to them now more than before. They did not fit the stereotype of spiked, pierced and leather-clad punk rockers (which usually wasn’t accurate anyway), they were just three regular guys from San Pedro who played a high-octane mix of punk, funk, jazz and folk.

times like these, time and time again…

So when I first heard Nirvana, I thought “Yuck! It’s warmed-over Black Sabbath!” I felt frustrated as the record industry and the music press seemed locked in a goose-step towards grunge, a two-dimensional world in which music “sucked” if it didn’t “rawk.” I felt that Seattle grunge represented the death of Alternative rock, with the band members of Nirvana as its pallbearers. However, I did develop a grudging (grunging?) respect for the late Kurt Cobain, born just three months before me. I have a copy of their “Unplugged in New York” CD, which I consider to be a classic. It features acoustic (and therefore non-abrasive) versions of their songs as well as some folk and blues standards by other artists, including an old Leadbelly song.