A Great Performance

What are the few greatest rock songs ever? A matter of personal taste, certainly to a point. The objective standard is that the song have epic sweep. Another criterion: it’s not obscure. Off the top of my head, here are several:

  • Pink Floyd “Comfortably Numb”
  • GNR “November Rain”
  • Pearl Jam “Black”
  • Lynyrd Skynyrd “Tuesday’s Gone”
  • Prince “Purple Rain”

The Rolling Stones or The Who do nothing for me. Like I said, there is the matter of personal taste. As to “Comfortably Numb,” below is David Gilmour’s 2006 live performance in Gdansk, same concert as the video in the previous post. Some things to keep an eye on:

  • Gilmour’s four-minute outro.
  • Outstanding camera work.
  • Richard Wright is there on keyboards as well, shortly before his passing. He sings Roger Waters’ lines in that song.
  • The orchestra is conducted by Zbigniew Preisner, same one — Krzysztof Kieślowski’s film score writer on “The Decalogue,” “The Double Life of Veronique,” and the “Three Color Trilogy.”

A triple-crucifix monument appears sometimes in this video. You can see it several times over in the distance over Richard Wright’s shoulder. Also as a close-up. That is a monument at the Gdansk shipyard that the Marxist/atheist Communist authorities in 1980 conceded to permitting. It honors the striking shipyard workers of 1970 on whom police opened fire. The concession, at the time, would have been equivalent to Americans now getting a monument in honor of Whites murdered in black crime.

57 thoughts on “A Great Performance

  1. I just responded on gab about this.

    I agree that there needs to be an “epic sweep” to the song. Or, to invent a word: anthemic.

    Something just gets everyone all on the same page. A simple glance in the interim when bobbing your head catching someone else likewise and a shared smile simply says “ROCK ON!”

    I can’t think of a Stones song that has that quality, save for the overplayed “Satisfaction”, which has now become commercially cliched.

    For a change of pace, rock wise-ish that is, there’s Oasis’ “She’s Electric”. It has a slight 50s swing touch to it which gives it a timeless quality. Has a peppy tone about it. Hard not to tap ones foot whilst listening.

  2. I like Stones slower ballads but yeah, “Satisfaction” is anachronistic. “Attitude Rock” tends to be locked into its time.

  3. As to Preisner, in my ancient May 15, 2016 blog post I featured his score to “Blue.” In the anthem itself, the chorus performs the verses from 1 Corinthians 13 in the original Greek [subtitles in Spanish]. Notable moments in the linked video with scenes from the film:

    2:00 – Our awakening
    2:30 – Our past
    3:15 – Our present
    3:40 – Our future

  4. After much thought on this same question, I’ve come to the conclusion that the best guitar song of all time is The Song Remains the Same by Led Zeppelin. Good live version on Youtube (Earl’s Court 1975.)

  5. I gotta watch Blue again. I’ve said before Red is my favorite film of all time. When I saw Blue, I couldn’t help but compare it to Red so I never gave it a chance. And shame on me, despite Julie Delpy looking tasty in White, sadly, I haven’t seen it yet either. For reasons already mentioned.

    That scene above makes much more sense, well, with regards to the song and its basis.

  6. Yeah, I haven’t seen Three Colors in almost 20 years.

    I did catch The Decalogue on YouTube very recently… Installment 7 “thou shalt not steal” was — good God, powerful seeing it from my present perspective. All Decalogue installments are on YouTube, but with Spanish subtitles, not English. There was an Argentinian television program that played them, with really good intro and wrap-up by an academic-type host, and those are on YT.

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  8. “The objective standard is that the song have epic sweep. Another criterion: it’s not obscure.”


    PA, would you consider the 1980s British band The Outfield to be obscure?

    The Outfield’s 1989 hit is certainly grandiose and anthemic. I’ve enjoyed listening to it for over three decades now. “Voices of Babylon” still sends chills down my spine.

    Hit the message I can hear you calling
    No one’s going anywhere tonight
    We conceived a modern generation
    It was free but now we pay the price

    We’re the victims of our own creation
    Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white
    Watch the struggle of our own temptation
    Instincts barely keeping us alive

    Back to the rhythm that we all came from
    Voices of Babylon, streets of London
    Back to the people that we know so well
    A space in time removed too soon to tell

    Just a product of imagination
    Patiently we wait for our turn to come
    A small collection of the population
    By the time our number’s up, we could be gone

    Back to the rhythm that we all came from
    Voices of Babylon, streets of London
    Back to the people that we know so well
    A space in time removed too soon to tell

    Back to the rhythm that we all came from
    Voices of Babylon streets of London town


    The Fixx were an underrated new wave group with several hits to their credit. “Red Skies” was a song that sounds as fresh now as it did in the 1980s.

    Red skies at night (red skies at night)
    Oh, oh
    Whoa, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
    Red skies at night (red skies at night)
    Oh, oh
    Whoa, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

    Should have taken warning
    It’s just people mourning
    Running, hiding, lost
    You can’t find, find a place to go

    So it’s red skies at night (red skies at night)
    Oh, oh
    Whoa, oh, oh, oh

    Should have taken warning
    It’s just people mourning
    Running, hiding, lost
    You can’t find, find a place to go

    So it’s red skies at night (red skies at night)
    Oh, oh
    Whoa, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
    Red skies at night (red skies at night)
    Oh, oh
    Whoa, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

    Someone’s taking over
    Oh, and it looks like they’re aiming!
    Right at you!
    Someone says we’ll be dead by morning
    Someone cries, leaving

    Red skies at night (red skies at night)
    Whoa, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

    (Red skies at night)
    (Red skies at night)
    (Red skies at night)
    (Red skies at night)
    (Red skies at night)
    (Red skies at night)

    (Red skies at night)
    (Red skies at night)
    (Red skies at night)
    (Red skies at night)
    (Red skies at night)
    (Red skies at night)

    Red skies
    At night

    Red skies at night (red skies at night)
    Oh, oh
    Whoa, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
    Red skies at night (red skies at night)
    Oh, oh
    Whoa, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh


    “Lunatic Fringe” by Red Rider. This song was part of the excellent soundtrack to the 1985 coming-of-age film “Vision Quest,” a movie reviewed on this blog some months ago.

    Lunatic fringe
    I know you’re out there
    You’re in hiding
    And you hold your meetings
    I can hear you coming
    I know what you’re after
    We’re wise to you this time (wise to you this time)
    We won’t let you kill the laughter

    Lunatic fringe
    In the twilight’s last gleaming
    But this is open season
    But you won’t get too far
    Cause you’ve got to blame someone
    For your own confusion
    We’re on guard this time (on guard this time)
    Against your final solution

    We can hear you coming (we can hear you coming)
    No, you’re not going to win this time (not gonna win)
    We can hear the footsteps (we can hear the footsteps)
    Hey, out along the walkway (out along the walkway)

    Lunatic fringe
    We all know you’re out there
    Can you feel the resistance?
    Can you feel the thunder?


    Mr. Mister and their 1985 smash hit “Kyrie.” You want an anthemic song? You’ve got it, to the nth power with “Kyrie.”

    Kyrie eleison
    Kyrie eleison

    The wind blows hard against this mountain side
    Across the sea into my soul
    It reaches into where I cannot hide
    Setting my feet upon the road

    My heart is old, it holds my memories
    My body burns a gemlike flame
    Somewhere between the soul and soft machine
    Is where I find myself again

    Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel
    Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night
    Kyrie eleison, where I’m going, will you follow?
    Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light

    When I was young I thought of growing old
    Of what my life would mean to me
    Would I have followed down my chosen road
    Or only wished what I could be

    Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel
    Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night
    Kyrie eleison, where I’m going, will you follow?
    Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light
    Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel
    Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night
    Kyrie eleison, where I’m going, will you follow?

  9. — The Song Remains the Same by Led Zeppelin.

    Best Led Zeppelin in my opinion, other than their epic pieces, is their blues “Since I’ve Been Lovin You” and “Dazed and Confused.” Perfect songs for lighting up a smoke when driving all night under a full moon.

  10. I’m sure Boston is in this running!

    Oasis “She’s Electric” is an interesting one to bring up, considering all the consciously epic and anthemic titles they put out. “The Hindu Times” is not one of the longer or more sweeping ones, but it rocks out to the nth degree. “We’re Gettin Better Man”, the closer on the 1997 Be Here Now album, would make a great nominating convention balloon-dropper: maybe Boris Johnson should take it up, since Pres. Trump has wed himself to “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” which may, after all–and despite Marty Scorsese’s dementia which puts Gimme Shelter in half his movies–be the Stones’ best entry in the epic category.

    Speaking of Pres. Trump: any change in this coronastimulus to build The Wall?

  11. I remember, btw, that mendo not long ago dropped an impromptu top 5 Bond movies in one of the comments, a breadcrumb I should surely have snapped up. But I wasn’t logged in, and opportunity passed.

    As to Red, I am currently nursing my own slightly-less-Platonic-than-Trintignant’s-judge’s ambitions on the lonely little hair-down-to-her-buttcrack librarian I pass on the “flower-road”. Trustfully, the age-gap is also slightly-less-than, and mostly on MY account rather than hers.

    Though it would surely help if she wouldn’t take her sabbatical with earbuds stuck in. Blech! I find those things only slightly less kryptonitic than a tramp-stamp.

  12. Some sound jewelry very arguably in that translucently contorted region of half-obscurity which leaps mist-leashed into the ears as ‘soldiers’ commonplaceables.’
    For simplicity’s sake:

    |. Legionnaire’s Lament (Decemberists)
    ||. Glory Bound (Martin Sexton)
    |||. Graveyard (Forest)

    These airs are excellent to improvise to on any string intruments as well.

  13. is their blues “Since I’ve Been Lovin You” and “Dazed and Confused.”

    You guys have weird Zep tastes! I’ve always found the bluesy tracks thoroughly skippable, in favour of the “English countryside” tunes. In fact – and as a guitar player myself this is somewhat sacrilegious – I view Zepp IV as the only really stellar album qua whole album. “Battle of Evermore” gives me chills every time.

  14. Zeppelin is the best boomer rock, in my opinion. In conception and execution. Many great songs.

    Also in the top three (boomer rock category) is Grateful Dead. Grateful Dead is more in its own category though, what might be called 60s Rock plus American Roots.

  15. O Lucius, My Lucius. . .I almost forgot about that.

    I believe I had my top 5 as:
    -From Russia With Love
    -The Living Daylights
    -Licence to Kill (I’m not sure if it was this one or a Moore one, but writing it out again, I always liked it. Most of the Moore Bond’s don’t hold up quite as well.

  16. Trustfully, the age-gap is also slightly-less-than, and mostly on MY account rather than hers.

    Let’s do the math here. Lucius is gen x so that means say 45 and librarian means 25 to 30.

    So that is an age gap of perfect. I was doing an adventure dog walk in the park, and some couple was passing by, along the paved trail and in the other direction, and I was thinking enviously that the dude-in-question was kinda sappy to be with some PYT like he was in the company of, but then it turned he was my age and her father and she all of 17.

    I have noted this following detail before. It can be filed under: the sperg details. Here it is. When passing a couple in the trail situation where a greeting or acknowledgment is reasonable protocol. If it’s a mixed sex group, always eye-contact and acknowledge the man. Quite often times he will be somewhat subservient, in his status positioning with his partner.

  17. The other person-of-interest I passed was a dothead Indian but he had a very noble dog. I think it was a Newfoundland but an albino or very white coloring. The thing was huge, like 160 lbs. And I kid u not, it took a short ways up on the path, and it was a monster. (The owner picked it up.)

    As I walked by with my little dog, the big dog backed up and lay down, which was a courteous move on its part. Those trophy style pure breds are not cheap. Newfoundlands, if that is what it was, are not super rare, but I bet guy paid 5 grand for it. I am not an expert on dogs, but those are my guesses on what it was and how much it cost.

  18. The other movie I saw recently is Apocalypto (2006).

    Other people, like regular style movie fans on the internet, have called this movie the greatest film ever made, and that is my opinion now too. I have never seen a movie like it, or anything that is “on its level.”

    Sopranos is still, w/o a doubt, absolutely the best show in the history of television. But in the history of movies that I have seen, Apocalypto is a one-and-only thing. There’s never been a historical epic done in a way that is like that, which is to say current and believable. “And not to mention the cinematography” (which phrase has to be in quotes, because it’s sort of a joke, but it’s not really).

    Mel Gibson is a genius. He made the two best movies of the modern era. What an accomplishment, what a man. Why was he attracted seemingly only to femme fatales, couldn’t he find a nice girl? Not even Mel Gibson could keep the bitches under control? How does that bode for the rest of us?

    I downloaded the movie, and failed to get the subtitles, so watched it entirely in the dialect of whatever tf, I think it’s called Maya. It’s one of the only films that can be done with. Later on I got it synched with the .sub file and the right media player, and will watch it again. It’s sort of worth doing a post on the film’s philosophy, which might be something like: It is amazing series of events, that has lead up to this. Against all odds, here we are now.

    On a more prosaic level, and as many others have noted, it was in its casting, that made it compelling and believable. One might say that it casts the Indians of the Jungle in a good light, but it is what it is. Zero Wolf had his nose done up, w/ make-up, to look more hook-nosed and evil. Jaguar Paw’s wife also, is a very weird phenotype, hardly Mexican. Same w/ the King and w/ his hazel eyes. Mel of course did all very deliberately.

    When I first saw the film way back when, WN 1.5 film reviewers insisted that the opening scene where kill the tapir, with its epic snout, was deliberate symbolism. I didn’t get that point, way back when.

  19. Elk, last year I downloaded Apocalypto and it took some time to find a decent subtitle file. I haven’t seen it yet as I wanna give it my full attention

    Mel was married to a nice girl, at least I think so because I believe he had 6 kids with her. Not sure why he dumped aside from the usual desire to have a younger piece of ass. Which have all been femme fatales

    Speaking of Gibson, I saw a movie he made with Vince Vaughn called Dragged Across Concrete. Long film that is slow plodding but I can’t say I was bored, if only because i was expecting something other than what eventually unfolded. Some intense graphics scenes were interspersed but I was entirely disappointed with how it ended, such that I give it a 0 using your scale

  20. — I’m sure Boston is in this running!

    Perhaps the memorable moment of my awestruck [with life’s promise] teenage years involves Boston’s “Cantcha Say.” I was a sophomore that made varsity and we had practice in the late autumn afternoon. Then the whole team hang out by our cars at a cul-de-sac of a high-end neighborhood, where the alpha upperclassmen teammates lived. They were playing Boston out of one of their cars and the song in question came on, so they turned it up. One upperclassman said to a group of us, something about this awesome guitar part coming up.

    It’s the intangibles: hard practice done well, big red sky turning dark, everybody supremely relaxed…

    There is a subgenre of Concept Rock with high-pitch voice vocalists. Rush [Canada shoutout to SJ Esquire], also Yes. “It can happen” does this blood-quickening thing in the latter half, where the register steps up along with “You can mend the wires / You can feed the soul apart”

  21. As to CoronaEvents, I liked Lara’s comment from a day or two ago, about keeping cool, helping small local restaurants. The point being, that this shifting of gears is salutary in many different ways. I’m pretty much floored with how various connections I am involved in are really on the ball. Upbeat, utilizing online resources to the max… my lovable and eccentric neighbors a few houses down have a firepit thing going in their driveway in the afternoons.

    It’s hard on a lot of working people [welfare/ebt flowing with no interruption, the fuck do something GOP]. An acquaintance had to let go of many people today, his industry was hard-hit. He’s taking it hard.

    – Doomer projections: the gov is releasing prison-nigs and force-vaccinating us to be gay and sterile.

    – Bright-eye projections: the end of globalism, The Storm, the return to nation and community, a new beginning like it was always supposed to be.

    I’m on an online prayer group, where we do an Our Father every morning on live video.

  22. PA, that Boston story is nice and vivid. Wish I wasn’t such an introvert in high school to have had such memories. But that’s a story/anecdote for another time.

    As to Coorschan (Elk turned me into a Coors man), I went to the grocery store early on Saturday to get some staples and what I could, and also to help out my folks. One store, which out here, is open 24 hours. It’s a quasi-Costsco sans the membership. Just think of your typical grocery store but with a big box feel to it. The line was wrapped around the outside and this was at 545 am!

    I figured my time wasn’t worth saving 12 cents standing in line for over an hour so I hightailed it to a more traditional grocery store. People were outside waiting for the doors to open. Talks were about other stores and what’s going on and what they read. When the doors did open, no one made a beeline to the entrance, pushing and showing their way in. It was civil and orderly and neighborly. Quite refreshing.

    I see a silver lining throughout all of this. Again, call it my childlike optimism. There are opportunities to be had, though not at the expense of the afflicted–just wanted make myself clear. We’ll see where we’re at in the next several weeks.

  23. @Elk
    “Not even Mel Gibson could keep the bitches under control?”
    Mel couldn’t keep himself under control. An opportunistic Russian just took advantage of that fact.

  24. Yeah it was kind of a joke “@“Lara but thanks for pointing out the obvious.

    Any man who fucks a crazy person and can’t get away from her, will have problems. News at 11.

  25. Well as being that the posting is scarce — I decided to go all in on the garden this year. I was wanting to do other things, but then circumstances..

    Imma gonna keep it simple. Potatoes and bush beans, and then the raspberries, and for luxury items peppers eggplants and tomatoes on the side plot and in pots, and maybe a cantaloup vine or two. And some basil and lettuce greens. I would rather pole beans (than bush beans); pole beans yield huge. The problem with them is that they attract and collect Japanese beetles: they harbor them in their structure.

    One thing about gardening, that is the “trick of it,” is finding out what works, in the space that you have and what appeals to you, in the growing (and processing) and eating.

    If you want to order potatoes, I recommend Wood Prairie Family Farm, in Maine. I am guessing that they will be running out of their seed potatoes shortly. When wondering how much seed potatoes to get, the rule of thumb is one pound of seed potatoes is good for 10 row-feet. And one row-foot should be at least two feet wide, and three if you can spare it. So five lbs of seed potatoes wants a section of garden that 50 feet by 2 or three feet across, or alternately one rectangle that is 25 feet by 4, and has two longitudinal sections.

    The other good advice when selecting seed potatoes, is to get some that are “earlies” and others that are mid-season, and others that are late season aka maincrop.

    I will be starting my pepper seeds indoors, this week. And then eggplants and tomatoes. This year will be best time for selling any extra healthy seedlings, maybe down the park, or somewhere wherever you could set up a little stand. They will fetch a premium. Any aggressive young go-getters (with full heads-o-hair), happen to be reading, might want to do this.

    Trump has my vote again and for all eternity and ever after, if he gets those damned checks in the mail.

  26. Posted on today’s current ZMan by The Right Doctor —

    I have to start by saying that this outbreak is the most interesting thing, to me, that I’ve lived through since the buildup to the Moon landing, which happened when I was 15. Just for the record, I’d rather be bored.

    I’m an internist. Think pediatrician for adults, a generalist. Normally I work in Arizona, but the company for which I am medical director is also in California. This situation has me working in California the past three weeks.

    Yesterday I dropped a stat on you: the US had 500 new cases a day last weekend. It’s around 3000 a day now. We are going up the steep part of the roller coaster with Italy and Spain a bit ahead of us on the same track. China has already crested the hill while South Korea and Japan took the kiddie ride, barely getting off the ground.

    This is real. All of my natural skepticism and distrust of news sources and political leaders has been beaten to death by the facts.

    We don’t allow people in our waiting rooms. You wait in your car. One at a time. Escorted in and out. Employees being paid extra to kit up. I had my first case three days ago in a farming town you’ve probably never heard of, a 63-year who delivers packages. Got his test results yesterday.

    This takes me back. I happened to see the first case of HIV in the military when I was a medical resident in early 1982, before that disease had an agreed-upon name. Well, it was called GRID for Gay-Related Immune Deficiency. Try slipping that one past the language guardians nowadays. Anyway, I remember going to the pulmonary fellow and saying I think I’ve got a gay pneumonia in my clinic. Normally, the consultant sits there while you present the case, then grills you like an old-school DA. This time he stood up and said, “Where?”, and we ran down the hall in excitement.

    Yes, I confess: lots of doctors love this stuff. At least, you hope they do.

    Matter of fact, there are a whole bunch of young smart folks in grad school, med school and residency right now whose career paths will be determined by this. They will be fired up. You think you’re pissed? They plan to do something about it that will actually, over time, work. When Legionnaire’s disease hit in 1976 most people had never heard of epidemiologists (innocent times). It was a cool puzzle and led to the saving of lives. People wanted to be medical detectives. When AIDS came along five years later, there were battalions of them ready to stretch their new muscles.

    This bodes well for the next one after this, for what that’s worth today.

    We actually got on top of AIDS pretty fast for it behaving in ways that no other pathogen did: it specifically attacked the cells that target invaders. Shoot the soldiers and the city will fall. Bullets not bombs.

    Take a tip from me and don’t buy any crap labeled ‘Gays fought for AIDS treatment and Reagan ignored them’. I lived in San Francisco at the time. They raised unholy hell over the closing of the bathhouses, even after it was a truth universally acknowledged that the first symptom of AIDS was usually a recurrent pounding in the rectum.

    Not just a LARPer-MD, I have real-life pestilence experience, the one who rides the Pale Horse: front-line diagnosed a case of bubonic plague, also in the Army, in 1988. That was a snap: antibiotics, couple days in hospital, off you go. No quarantine, no panic. *

    But this Kung Flu fighting – to find parallels to this we have to go back to the Black Death. I say this because I think it is going to reorder society economically and in terms of class/government relations.

    Look at all of the emergency powers which suddenly the dog catcher has. People thought Buttigieg had delusions of grandeur as a small-town mayor wanting to go live in the big house. Now small-town mayors are telling people what they can’t do and where they can’t go.

    How many stories have you heard/read lately that started, “An emergency provision of the law allows…”? Are our laws riddled with these things? Or are they making it up as they go along?

    How many revolutions have you heard/read about that started with, “Necessary measures were taken for the public good…”?

    The Dems are using this an as excuse to do everything they’ve always wanted for those at the bottom, like letting them out of jail and stopping evictions of deadbeats. The GOPers are going to protect all their C-suite buddies with bailouts. Who’s going to pay these trillion dollars that are suddenly ‘available’?

    One guess: it starts with you and rhymes with me.

    Look also at the way the majority of people are whole-heartedly on board and/or scared. Watch the behavior of people in stores. Ask yourself, how much would it take to gin up some ‘let’s kill those who caused this’? Nature seems to be closer to the surface.

    Our gadgets didn’t change our relationship with nature. We’re not in charge. Truth hurts people, and then those people hurt other people – often those who told them the truth.

    Politicians now are at the center of attention, everyone hanging onto their every word and action. Think they want to go back to being public servants? Pelosi’s probably having orgasms again. (Apologies if I ruined your coffee break.)

    The government is feeding on the attention, scrambling to out-gibs all previous disasters. Nobody ever lost an election for ruining the future. I’m not talking about Trump-the-government, nor the congress-the-government, but the WHOLE government, including the localest of functionaries. They are drawing up further restrictions on you right now in a million offices, waiting to spring them. The requirements are growing exponentially, you know, just to keep up with the threat. The things they impose augment their own power and funding streams, and isn’t that an amazing coincidence?

    Here’s another aspect: just as these emergency powers are popping up like zits, so work-arounds and the relaxing of regulations is going on like a house afire. I advise a non-profit that does methadone dosing for a wide area. They just got approval – in one day, from the State of California! – to do mobile dosing, so patients don’t congregate in one place. This violates all manner of regulations, state and federal, but the California people said they’d get it by the feds PDQ as it was an ‘innovative idea’.

    We all know there can’t possibly be any downsides to innovative ideas. But the bigger issue is officials running roughshod over laws and regulations, both implementing and discarding, because they see the need to. If you ever see the need to do such a thing, you end up in cuffs.

    This is an invisible enemy, an infection. This could be a dress rehearsal for fighting other invisible enemies, like global warming, and other infections, like white racism. Power to the people!

    Obama told us that government is what we do together. Here it is in action, making us do something together, whether you like it or not.

    But this genie ain’t going back in the bottle. People are going to be dying in increasing numbers for a while – month or two is my stab at it. Two weeks ago I said out loud, People are really worried about the flu this year. I’ve eaten those words, with bitter herbs. I’ll eat them again for you now, in this forum, like a ruminant. My red-pill fueled prediction is that by the end of May most of us will be within two degrees of separation from a victim, not merely a patient, many within one. But after Wuhan-chan dries up and blows away, Leviathan is here to stay, as drunk as the Whore of Babylon on the blood of the prophets.

    I hope none of us falls to it. We have a dispersed community and will need every member on the other side.

    Gotta go wash my hands. Me and Pontius Xi.

    . * Plague occurs at the two-to-twenty cases/year rate in this country with less than one death per annum on average.

  27. The Right Doctor’s scenario is a bad one — full-on Obama’ite despotism. It’s certainly not off the table.

    Medical doctors revel in gore. It makes their eyes light up.

  28. “Lol”

    It would be terrible were Americans to get back a piece of their own pie. That would be like socialism. / gasp

  29. Being against UBI, is boomer-tier retarded. Everyone gets a piece of the American franchise, except the Americans who pay into it. And not even to mention foreign aid.

    As for it potentially devaluing the currency. If Americans were all to receive a UBI measured in the thousands, say 1 or 2 thousand per month. What percentage of the digitally created fiat currency does that add up to?

    There’s no valid case to be made, that such additional fiat currency, on top of everything else, is the straw that’s going to break the camel’s back. First of all, it doesn’t seem probable, and second of all it would be speculative.

    I have no expertise in macro econ. But the question of how much such proposed UBI adds up to, compared to all the other money that’s created out of thin air already, is a good place to start.

    The super rich get money in the form of bailouts and the rest of that jazz; the poor get welfare. The middle class gets taxed. So there’s the moral end of it too. As I said earlier, I do temp warehouse shit work. It sucks, and my last halfway decent job was ended what I suspect was directly having to do with this situation. I have heard that they are hiring temp labor at the Big Box stores for third shift stocking shit positions.

  30. Medical doctors revel in gore. It makes their eyes light up.

    Yes, I do like trauma, it’s exciting yet simple and straightforward. I hate this though. Today I bought a face shield in the welding section.

  31. ” Capitalism is built around the glorification of busyness. We’re going to find out how many jobs we can do from home, how many jobs are only busywork, how many jobs we can comfortably consolidate or do without completely, and how many jobs are actually harmful. “

  32. Since this is still a music thread. . .

    Heard this gem about a week and a half ago at work, during my YT viewing as part of my algorithm selection. From the first strings of the song, you’re transported to the era in which this song premiered:

  33. ” The Rolling Boomers is pure, unmitigated garbage with no understanding. No glow. ”

    I’m not so sure about that.

  34. “Not just a LARPer-MD, I have real-life pestilence experience, the one who rides the Pale Horse”

    “I’m not a LARPer, but”–sets off bells.

    Guy’s sure LARPing as tuff-guy New Journalist.

    “My red-pill fueled prediction is that by the end of May most of us will be within two degrees of separation from a victim, not merely a patient, many within one.”

    Is this true in Wuhan Province? There are 11,376 deaths worldwide (from something called worldometers, I’m improvising here). China, the good doctor concedes, has already “crested the hill.” Ramzpaul cites the Italian Health services on an average age of 81 for–was it patients, deaths, or severe cases?

    In my neck of the woods, we have one eightysomething in the hospital and one child “recovering at home” (was the child even hospitalized?).

    –Of course, there’s a lot of good presentation on the fabulous martial-law-aint-even-been-declared powers that have been discovered in all this. The insinuation that this crisis is not gone to waste for (((technocrats))) who can use it as an out-of-town tryout for all kinds of exercises.

    The tax delay is an initially shocking display of fiat indifference to FedGov’s precious revenue stream. Money schmuney: we make it up, we refuse it, we print it we burn it what’s the diff? But perhaps it’s a terrified concession to public sentiment.

  35. Ramzpaul was actually in favor of Wuhanpanic before he was against Wuhanpanic, but I’ve come around to his pov. It could be wrong of course, and against the threatened doom this would be shamefully and delusionally wrong.

    But I wonder if Trump is taking in the lesson that maybe the CDC is as politicized and in thrall to secularized apocalyptic panics as the Global Changing crowd.

    I guess if you’re a (Chinese?) MD and wallowing in the stuff you can die of it. However at this point there seems little getting around the fact that the vast majority of fatalities are elders with bad lungs. Every data point seems to favor this and nothing blatantly contadicts it.

    Never mind the state-sponsored silencio on the ethnicity of patients. We know the northern Italians have a lot of Wuhan transplants working in textile sweatshops. We know the SanFran demographics.

    Personally, I’m becoming more brazen in my restauranteering. I’m almost fearful that public optimism about health will trounce any helpful gather ye rusebuds while ye may-ism that could help me on the flower-road.

  36. And speaking of the Flower-Road . . .

    I walked it four times today. I hadn’t seen the library girl in a couple of days and it was more evening than afternoon so I wasn’t reckoning on finding her, otherwise I would’ve taken the “counter-clockwise” route in case I should find myself closing upon her.

    On the first round, a pair of teenage lovebirds were canoodling on a sort of pier over the creek. A girl with long shiny black hair was seated on the rail, with the boy swinging himself back and forth up at her, planting pecks (or were they just pecks?) with each pass. I made sure not to conspicuously stare or otherwise disturb their lovemaking, but I glanced a few times to politely make sure they understood they were observed, and for the pleasure of observing. The boy was surely no more than sixteen, maybe just 15 or even 14. Rosy-cheeked, perhaps driven by the same Herrickean impulses to love in the time of corona?

    Coming down the slope on my second round, I began to think seriously of belting out “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may!” if I caught them still canoodling on the pier. But in fact they were soon met walking towards me. I’m a bit shamefaced to discover, this girl was Cantonese or something south of it. I feel as thought I somehow memed this into existence, what with all this “Flower-Road” talk. . . .

  37. “the vast majority of fatalities are elders with bad lungs.”

    When those elders were young, everybody smoked. Even if they didn’t, they grew up in cigarette smoke at home or public buildings. I’ve not seen anyone elsewhere bring that up.

    I say this as a smoker all through my twenties [Camel Lights] and I still hate the anti-smoking crusade of the Nineties. My parents smoked in the 70s when we were kids. No one thought anything of it then.

    In 2000, I landed at Berlin Tegel airport with the plan of renting a car and traveling to PL. It was cheaper at that time to rent a car in Berlin than in Warsaw. Plus it worked with our route. I waited a few hours for my mom to arrive from another US city, and met her when her plane landed. She looks around the terminal and asks, “Is it okay to smoke here?” I told her, and this came straight out spontaneously: “This is Europe, they have freedom here, you can smoke anywhere you want to!”

  38. But on the third round, library chick was out ahead of me. With no chance to meet her head on, or otherwise break in upon her unless she stopped to tie a shoe, I contented myself with keeping her steadily in view and admiring the tattoo–free arms and nondescript floral tights she had on and the sashay of her buttcrack-kissing ponytail.

    In other news, I busted the living shit out of my shin, absentmindedly ramming my shopping cart into a speed bump while trying to get out of the grocery store. All my frozen shit was stuffed in one bag rupturing as soon as the boy put it in, so I grabbed another bag hanging off the thingie on the end of the aisle. But I just stuck the bag on top of the cart, and when the wind started to blow it away while I’m pushing past traffic I had to grab for it. And then I ram myself and rupture the skin and the thing’s blown up like a beesting. Hopefully no major impediment for the next day’s adventure on the Flower-Road.

  39. — I’m not so sure about that.

    I agree Amon, “Wild Horses” is a great song. Another measure of greatness is how it translates to cover-versions generations later. It can go either way — it simply can’t be covered, or it allows for a wild array of excellent cover versions.

    An example of the former is Kenny Rogers’ “Lucille.” Nobody, not even Waylon Jennings, could make it work. Another example is Pearl Jam “Black”. I scoured YouTube for amateur covers. None of them could replicate the pathos, the anger at the betrayal of the original. [This is why I call that song the GenX anthem, despite Vedder being a shitlib which doesn’t matter on this level.].

    Another great song that can’t be covered: Pink Floyd “Wish You Were Here.” The best you’ll find is either competent mechanical imitations or pointless clever experimentation.

    No song by George Jones can be covered.

    The second kind of relationship of a great song with cover versions — it “allows for a wild array” like noted above. Examples of that are “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” which Tori Amos covered brilliantly. Also Rolling Stones “Wild Horses” that you linked. I don’t recall who — Mazzy Star? — did a great cover.

    Other great Stones slow-songs are “You can’t always get what you want” and “As Tears Go By.”

  40. I posed a bet over at TRM but no takers. Very interesting.

    A pool… Say $20. On what infections and dead will look like on 7PM EST on 4/30/20. Source is Johns Hopkins dashboard.

    I’ll throw this out here for you guys.

    Here is my bet:

    Global infected – 1.1m
    Global dead – 60k

    US infected – 110k
    US dead – 15k

    UK Infected – 25k
    UK dead – 3k

    Place your bets.

  41. Rather hard (or not) to believe that as of this writing, Italy has more deaths than China. As always, you can’t trust any news or numbers coming out of China. And maybe Italy was so bombarded by unsavory characters they’ve become overwhelmed.

    I’ll throw in:

    Global infected – 850k
    Global dead – 50k

    US infected – 90k
    US dead – 9k

    UK infected – 17k
    UK dead – 2k

  42. Vox Day is a master of one- or two-sentence points he makes after quoting a news article. From this morning’s “Hate isn’t just a human right”:

    Regardless of what you believe about “racism”, do you genuinely believe it is worse than rape, murder, and the plague? Do you seriously believe it is worse than all of them combined?

  43. I mention Kenny Rogers in a comment above last night, and learn this morning that he had died.

    Anglin wrote an excellent in memoriam this morning.

    And in March 2017 “Idle Thoughts On Cover Songs,” I wrote about Kenny Roger’ song “Lucille”:

    As stories, popular songs are a witness to their time, and in inspired cases, prophets. The no-fault divorce gave powerful men a shot at younger wives and ordinary men paid the price. Kenny Rogers’ “Lucille” takes us to the late 1970s and feminism’s blitz. The narrator approaches a woman at a bar. She removes her wedding band and tells him that she’s looking for more than what she has. He then sees her husband walk in:

    [I quote the second verse and chorus]

    The broken husband leaves, the speaker and the woman go to a motel. But he can’t perform, thinking of how he’s wronging another man. The story is set in Toledo, Ohio. That was almost forty years ago, before agribusiness, HUD-driven neighborhood wrecking, and recently, refugee resettlement. The great Waylon Jennings covers the song but his style does not do it justice. Also, none of the other performers I checked out on YouTube did the song right. In this case, the song truly belongs to the storyteller himself, Kenny Rogers.

  44. W/o doing any research and just going by the name and face, she’s American Indian, right? Sexy broad. Her listed name is Wanda Miller, which sounds like an American Indian woman’s name. Otherwise I mighta guessed Asian.

  45. They are obv fairly corpulent but I bet they are athletes. A lot of American Indians, like Samoans, have that body type that tends not to be muscly but more [whatever the other thing is, fast twitchy or whatever].

    Imagine what it’s like “growing up Kenny Rogers” which phrase is in quotes because it’s been used many times. Growing up Soprano. I think there was a Growing Up Brady VH1 special about the Brady Bunch. There was some going-ons among that cast, you can be sure. On the documentary special they presented it as, that it was just an “electric tension” that never got outta the bag, but the reality is that they were banging away in their drug fueled after set parties..

    That would be a show to rewatch, if you really wanted to motivate to suicide.

  46. The BBS thread on Rogers in good. I made some comments on him here, a few years ago. What a strange life he seems to have had.

    It’s easy to forget, that he was like the highest level star, on the level of Burt Reynolds, who is a good comparison to him for other reasons. They both had immense charisma, and it seemed real in a way that those level of stars, don’t anymore seem real in the way. Yeah they were facsimiles of heroes, but they were sorta believable as such.

    Like someone said on the BBS thread, Rogers wasn’t an autistic (musical) genius, and his voice wasn’t even that powerful and dynamic, though he could carry a tune well enough. But he was such a sympathetic character that he was able to get across his epic stories, and seemingly do it on demand. Gravitas doesn’t seem exactly right for what it is, that he had..

    It’s interesting to see his “choice” of woman. And his two strong sons. In the very old days of WN 1.0, pre internet, there’s a rumor and I don’t know if it’s true or whether this is something the detractors misattribute to make us look bad — but they said that back in the early days of American Racialism, that exceptions were made for some American Indians. I am getting this line from James Lee Burke, the genre writing fiction; it featured in at least one of his novels, ehr books, ehr stories.

    The other chapter of Rogers’ life, is his success in the restaurant industry, or convenience food industry, or whatever. Does Mr Rogers get the credit for that; was he the hard-headed, very smart and sharp, and aggressive as necessary businessman? Without knowing the details, it would seem so. And on this note too there’s a twist: apparently he got sued out of the market, by law fare, and by (probably) the usual suspects. Another case of the lone goy getting gunned down, then..

    Finally, his face. Again from the BBS thread. To steal an inappropriate and insensitive joke, which I don’t mean to come out in a negative way, but here it is — in heaven he will get reunited with his face. I don’t understand anyone much less a man, getting plastic surgery. Bill Burr has the definitive take on this.

    Regarding his songs. Off the top of my head, I can only say that he did not write The Gambler. I may have my old vinyl of the Gambler. It’s written in a classic “old West” style. Those lyrics are inspired; Kenny didn’t write them.

  47. — Rogers wasn’t an autistic (musical) genius, and his voice wasn’t even that powerful and dynamic, though he could carry a tune well enough. But he was such a sympathetic character that he was able to get across his epic stories, and seemingly do it on demand. Gravitas doesn’t seem exactly right for what it is, that he had..

    He was a born storyteller. He had a resonant, warm voice that was perfect for the kinds of songs he recorded.

  48. I saw this at @BasedPoland on Twitter, the best account for following news from every part of Europe. He also writes a lot about Brazil. He says, when citing the below-tweet:

    Brotherly love between 2 Visegrad states. The #Coronavirus crisis strengthens cooperation in #CentralEasternEurope. Poland today announced the planes organized to fly home Poles stranded across the world will also bring back Ukrainians. Times of crisis show who’s your real friend”

    In my personal everyday life, I have seen nothing but positive, even inspiring, interaction among people. This is also the spirit of this post:

  49. If you are a top-tier Twitter account with a gazillion followers and regular retweets by well-known public figures, you want to play it smart so that Twatter doesn’t deplatform you.

    @BasedPoland has a neat trick he does. Namely, he pushes the hashtag Social Cohesion to the max. He will show a clip of nigs or muzies doing something typical to them in some Western European country, and say how in countries where there is “social cohesion” [because no Diversity], such incidents never happen, instead people are safe and happy.

  50. As to the town of Cieszyn, it indeed lies on the Czech-Polish border [the Czech side of the town is called Těšín]. It’s in the Sudeten Mountains that divide the two countries. I was there as a kid with my parents on vacation in 1977, at that time of course it was Czechoslovakia across the border.

    Twenty years ago, I crossed that border on foot. I got there on a train from Prague, got off at the Těšín station, still on the Czech side. Once on the Polish side, I took a bus to Cracow.

    Anyway, it is a pretty little town in the middle of the mountains.

    On that train from Prague, I sat in a compartment with Czech students, and we kept drinking beer after beer, and merriment was just fantastic. I remember one of the Czech guys being sort of a carefree long-haired hippy, there was also a clean-cut engineering student. One of the two guys was traveling with his pretty girlfriend, and there was also a pleasant thirty-something Czech woman in our compartment.

    We talked in our respective languages. It takes effort, as Polish and Czech are just distant enough to sound mutually intelligible, but they aren’t. Except once we’re hitting a buzz, then we understand each other — quite literally — with no problem. Ah, it was a fun long night on that train ride.

    It was pre-dawn when I got off at Těšín.

  51. Kenny Rodger’s wife is pretty cute. She looks very good for age 52. Part American Indian might be a good guess as to her ethnicity. I believe Rodgers said he regretted his plastic surgery. It’s one of those things that if you have the money might seem like a good idea.
    It’s nice to see Eastern European countries working together.

  52. People have been nicer since the coronavirus. Since I am still going to work (essential employee) many customers have thanked me. We’ve also done some extra things to help those who are completely house bound and that’s also appreciated. The hard part in working with the public is you do sometimes get tired of interacting with people and answering their demands (even if they are reasonable). It’s good to have plenty of time off to recharge so you can offer good and kind service when you are at work.

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