I had a bit of a difficult day yesterday, and then, appearing in the magic of the my post office box, was the Epitaph/Hellcat press packet that I had requested. The day went from yuck to yeah with the insertion of the new Dropkick Murphys cd into the player….
I first became aware of and saw the Dropkick Murphys at the Middle East Downstairs in 1997. I thought they were ok, and went back upstairs for another glass of wine on the bakery side. In 1999, Alex West and I went to the Warped Tour in SoCal and both of us had heard that the Dropkicks had undergone a line-up change. With the addition of Al Barr on vocals, the Dropkicks put on a very good show that day.
The Dropkicks dropped into and took over my number one music fave slot with the release of Sing Loud, Sing Proud in Feb. of 2001. Basically, that cd went into the cd player on the drive out to Punk Rock Bowling ’01 and did not come out again, for years. And then Sing Loud, Sing Proud only came out of the cd player for an occasional listen of a few other bands…
So why, a nice sweet girl like yourself, a fan of the Dropkicks? I love how the band mixes street oi!-styled punk anthems with Irish traditional instruments and songs. There are a lot of bands who do celtic rock or celtic punk, but very few with the sheer blast of punk rock power that the Dropkicks deliver. The deep down growl of Al Barr’s voice, Ken Casey’s more stident vocals, big punk rock guitars, mandolin, penny whistle, bag pipes, and the amazing rolling/in&out drumming of Matt Kelly all combine to make a very powerful, very bouncy band.
While I have only had one listen to Blackout, I have been bouncing happily around the living room. Tonight I am going to their show at the Key Club in Hollyweird, and I will give a full report next week in the Barflies.net.
William the Conqueror
for Jessica Heather Martin
Fly Purple Martin Fly
The only thing purple in the
chapel, besides the tint of your
Grandma Martins hair,
were the flowers in the funeral bouquets
fore and aft of your open coffin.
Fly Purple Martin Fly
Some said, after, that your wings
were first broken at twelve,
others said you had a broken picker.
Last time we saw you alive,
you told how you were leaving
him, how you were moving
back to your moms in Yorba Linda.
Excited to fly again,
you and I made plans to visit
the Getty or the Norton Simon.
Fly, Purple Martin, Fly high
your healed wings soaring
No art museum, open casket,
At the wake, in your moms small dining room,
your brother whispered,
Dont let my grandmas hear, not
today, it will upset them worse,
but she was murdered.
Fly high, Purple Martin, Fly high
On May 23, 2003
one year later, the LA Times sub paper
The Daily Pilot reported that he was found
guilty. 3 felony accounts.
Assault, spousal abuse, and
attempt to persuade a witness not to testify.
It came out in your trial
that twice before he had sent
women to the hospital by his own hand.
Fly, dip on the wing, soar
little Martin, Fly free
You got life. He gets
They couldnt prove murder
because none of the neighbors heard you cry out
as he slammed your head on the floor.
Didnt they know that little Martins with scarred wings
cant sing anymore?
— by Jenifer Hanen
Over the weekend, Lucky set up her own wi-fi world at home. She lives a few blocks away from the Pine Street Wi-Fi Hot Zone, but was not able to get it to connect at anything above a peep. When we talked today she was planning on convincing her landlord to set-up a hub, so she doesn’t have to go sit at George’s Greek Deli or in front of the movie theatre. For me, that would involve way too many hugs from George, given that I find it creepy when a man you don’t know comes to hug you as you walk into his restaurant…(the young hot guy waiters should be doling out the hugs.) But the food is excellent, and I return. Lucky and I thought that if she sat in front of the theatre that she could put out a tip jar and see if anyone would donate to a poor homeless wi-fi-er…. ;o)
So, the ante was up, as I do have to keep up with the Di Palma’s. I felt the need to figure out how to configure the Road Runner 2WIRE Home Portal (trademarked, I am sure) so that I could free myself from the tyranny of my desk and ethernet cable. Now, here I sit, 15 minutes and a few fiddlings later, on the lovely couch 8 feet from my desk writing this post. Naturally, the phone rang soon as I sat down, and I had to get up, as my phone is 1996 and is wired. Really….
Here are 3 events that are happening this month that I am very excited about and will be attending.
June 13 – 15, 2003, 9:30am – 5:00pm: An International Three-Day Symposium: Beyond the Legacy of Genghis Khan at Los Angeles County Museum of Art’s Leo Bing Theatre. This symposium is free and in conjunction with their excellent “The Legacy of Genghis Khan” exhibit.
June 20 – 21, 2003: The C. S. Lewis Foundation Summer Conference: A Celebration of Mere Christianity. I will be going down and working on Friday and Saturday for the conference, but I am most excited to hear Boston College philosopher Peter Kreeft’s session on friday morning.
Friday, June 27, 2003, 6 – 10pm: Opening Reception of Kim Stringfellow’s Greetings from the Salton Sea exhibition at the Circle Elephant Art, 4634 Hollywood Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90027, 323-662-3279
Yesterday, while traipsing down some lovely worm-hole of the blogsphere, I came upon a link to Molly Wright Steenson’s paper that she gave at Digital Genres, entitled “Imaginary Architects: From the Crystal Chain to the Blog”. I recommend reading it if you are interested in how the ideas of the early 20th Cent. Art avante-garde and theorists are still affecting and linking to creative and technical endeavors nearly a hundred years later. Bravo Molly!
When I was teaching art history and web design at Biola, many of my most engaged students were big fans of the Bauhaus and German avante-garde movements. Not just from a historical design perspective, but also on how they were influencing current design and art theory/criticism, esp. “Clean” Design on the web, and current political Euro Rock (TINC, and the like).
I love to learn of the connections that people make, even more so when it is all the connections between seemingly disparate creative endeavors.
As my last act before I go to bed on Late Tuesday/Very Early Wednesday, and before I go into 3 days of very little internet connectivity (agggh… the shakes, withdrawal…), here are a few notes and links:
The only thing I can get my mother, the technophobe, to turn on her computer for is the on-going blog of Salam Pax. For all of the doubters, and mom was not one of them, Salam has been revealed to be the real thing. I personally have appreciated his perspective and voice. As the Aussie’s would say, Good on ya!
Do not let fear run your life and thoughts. Laugh Hard. Go to Boing-Boing’s Gallery of SARS Art….
In the long line of Internet Quizzes, which do a much better job of tongue-in-cheek personality assessments than Cosmo, comes the “Which OS are you?” quiz. I am proud to announce that I am Red Hat Linux (thanks to Metafilter for the link).
Just to let folks know, and request prayers, my step-grandpa Bill West is in the hosptial for a fractured hip. My grandma Grace is very stressed and having dizzy spells. The family is taking two day tours of duty to go down and stay with Grandma in San Diego and help her out. For the next few weeks, I am on the Wed – Friday shift. So, if you call or email, and I don’t reply right away, it is because I have very spotty cell and email acess down there. Thanks for understanding.
My mom’s side of the family is OVERWHELMING… Large, Irish Clan that has way too much energy and is always in everyone else’s business. Athletic and Nosey, a bad combo. My dad’s side of the family is laid back and non-nosey to the point of non-existence. My dad’s family is happy to get together once every decade or so, a phone call a year suffices. Mom’s fam is just the opposite.
Memorial Day 2001, my dad and I visited his mother’s grave for the first time since 1978, all total this was 2nd time we had visited since Grandma had died in 1968 when I was 3 months old. Both times, my dad had to call someone else to find out where the cemetery was. Me, I google it. I have visited each Memorial Day since 2001, and still can’t remember were the cemetery is other than in a track of houses adjacent to Lincoln and State College.
Last Monday, I bought gerba daisies, drove over to the cemetery, and put a flower on Grandma Marlyce’s grave, Great Aunt Vernice’s grave, and Great Grandma Evelyn’s grave.
From there, I met Erika in Huntington Beach and we went for a long walk around the Bolsa Chica wetlands reserve. The smell of firepits and bbq drifted over Pacific Coast Hwy from the Bolsa Chica State Beach to us as we walked through the wetlands and around the Mesa. Plenty of wildflowers and birds – egrets, herons, terns, savanna sparrows, etc. A wonderful way to finish the afternoon.
Click on the following thumbnails for my pictures of the columbine flowers I planeted at my brother’s house 3 years ago (row 1), and Bolsa Chica wetlands walk (row 2 & 3).