edwardianjackal.com podcast: night sound...season 1 episode 1...18feb14...

That indelible sound of music that doesn't just underscore a moment, but elevates a moment to a higher status, we may find in the quintessential night 'sound'.  It can be elusive.  Not every song can typify that moment, but when it does, you instantly know it will never leave you.  It's those songs you cannot turn away from when you find yourself on a highway late at night, without shame, just you.

The first in a series of podcast is available now: listen to this episode.  The [direct] podbean site is: http://edwardianjackal.podbean.com/.  And you may add the feed to your podcast aggregator with http://edwardianjackal.podbean.com/feed/.  (I use Podkicker on the Android and just type it into the Search field and click 'Subscribe'.


Please always consider the cost of creativity and purchasing your favorite music (I put my money where my enjoyment is :) ).  In this podcast, the following music is available for purchase through Amazon Cloud Player for purchase:
- "America" - Simon and Garfunkel
- "Give It All You Got" - Chuck Magione
- "Easy" - Commodores
- "Overkill" - Men at Work - Acoustic Colin Hay
- "Oh, What a Night" - The Dells
- "Drive" - The Cars

...it's as you never left...14feb14...

I have not forgotten.  I don't need to.  This is who I am, this is the 'why'.  Meaning is immaterial.  These days, they are formed in chaos and there is little of what should make sense.  I see the undulating greens in the conifers above me.  Their needles dark against the dark blue of dusk.  Darken more and the greens leave first.  The blue changes to the finality of the day.  My head aches for laying too long in the hard dirt that surrounds the root.  The evergreen pulls all the moisture out of the soil, the ring of grassless exposed dirt does not hid it's spindly roots.  It is Valentine's today, but eagerly I want it to end.  The ache comes again, to the surface, hungry and encompassing.  How long will this go on?  Muse!   The internal voice cries out through the day.  The facades echo nothing of your light.  How would they?

:The impassable stone is silent and still
It has set it's flint and shale to the fore
It has patience and knows little more
Than what was proven, what is cast,
And what is still the same, e'en now.:

:The greens of the hills and their contrasted span
The distance insurmountable.
But all around, in moments fleeting
The hues of jade and amethyst
Alternate and alight the memory:

:Patience.  But not in this life, is known
The world conspired against it
How cruelty is proved true by its most diabolical proofs
And that my letters will never be read
But hide in the crags and lines of the eager edifice:

:If you but knew it was only you
I doubt it would change little else.
And you, it was you, and that is all that I knew
But the travails quickly dulled to memory
But who can tear at the stones that shall mount
And oh, how they mount Higher with each passing year:

:I aware at the thought, they shall surpass me
And the records of man prove aright
That may little be known of the man that lay here
But for the woman, his Muse, did he love!:

...let's get sideways..."7" favorite shred videos...08feb14...

Make merry and let your bladder be tickled, that, from the shores of dispair, you will find a trickle of pleasure. "Shred" videos are a delight and a respite from the perfection that is demanded day in and day out. Here are my favorite seven. We believe ourselves without stain, although, at least seven times a day, we should identify where we fail:

The first shred I was introduced to, quite by accident a few years ago, was Creed. There is a quality of abandon to this that makes it somewhat charming. Unfortunately, the original (HD) version has been lost (the person behind it has shut his initial site down), but you'll get the gist.

The Who shred and that tambourine sounds so fine.

The flute alone is worth the price of admission.

My only knowledge of Kiss as a child was them taking on a phantom of an abandoned amusement park.  Little did I know how good the 'sound' would be.


Love symphonic shredding.  I played in band in seventh grade and we were not far off the mark of this.

Technically not a shred video, but the flop sweat that I get listening to these guys is palpable.

The Night, Its Cloak...06feb14...

Clear.  The rain does that.  There is nothing but the surfaces that have run from here, unadorned, clean of stain.  Away and expanded those halogen pools.  They radiate.  The smell is intoxicating to those that don't smell it often enough - to those that do, it saps the strength.  It is the night after rain.

And, Kelli: you embody hope.  All the best in this piteous race of apes, I've seen in you.  It radiates beyond the scope of reason: into me.  You see goodness where I have long forgotten it existed.  You smile in a way that is not treacherous.  You ask questions and, I realize, cautiously, that you mean to know their answer.  You are those lamps in the night.  How I have missed goodness and forgotten simple purity.


Un bel di vedremo - translated:

One good day, we will see
Arising a strand of smoke
Over the far horizon on the sea
And then the ship appears
And then the ship is white
It enters into the port, it rumbles its salute.
Do you see it? He is coming!
I don't go down to meet him, not I.
I stay upon the edge of the hill
And I wait a long time
but I do not grow weary of the long wait.
And leaving from the crowded city,
A man, a little speck
Climbing the hill.
Who is it? Who is it?
And as he arrives
What will he say? What will he say?
He will call Butterfly from the distance
I without answering
Stay hidden
A little to tease him,
A little as to not die.
At the first meeting,
And then a little troubled
He will call, he will call
"Little one, dear wife
Blossom of orange"
The names he called me at his last coming.
All this will happen,
I promise you this
Hold back your fears -
I with secure faith wait for him.

...#nights in #orangecounty...

...breaking the foodie twitpic'ing in favor of walking the streets at night, it's been a while since I've played with that mistress...
the next couple of months we'll find me driving all around in the not-so-dark of #orangecounty...exploits here https://twitter.com/jackedwardsshow.

Buena Park has a series of inconspicuous power lines that run in and around Beach Blvd.  These are in the parking lot of the old Movieland Wax Museum.  Haven't been there in a while and wanted to see what happened to the facade as well as check out the old Po Folks building.

The answer was quick: not much.

Po Folks is still dark, but it appears Movieland is using some of it as run-off.  The latter is hosting the Titanic exhibit and Bodies.  Starbucks is the most hopping thing going on, and even then, it's an, um, eclectic spot to enjoy a cuppa joe.

Outside of these restless treks, much love over to bookpatrol.net - I'm vibing all over mid-century personal libraries and public ones.