Sunday, 9. December 2007, 11:42:58
men, lyrics, downloads, music
I've cobbled together a mini-montage of some "men of substance," men on whom you can "pinch an inch." There's nothing wrong with these guys. (In fact, I think James Gandolfini is DAMN FINE and SUPER SEX-SAY just as he is.) And here's a song to go along with the picture, Canned Heat's Big Fat, which is their version of the original Fat Man by Fats Domino. Enjoy.
P.S. And can you tell me who the other three are in the photo?
canned-heat-fat-man.mp3
Thursday, 21. September 2006, 22:23:29
friends, opera, blogging, downloads
...
It's a great day here in Opera Land. Over half a million users. Yep, you heard it right, folks, over 500,000 folks have signed up for an Opera blog. Fluffy Bunny recalls her first encounter with the Opera Browser and the community, admitted she would pretty much sign up for anything, and two years and one Member of the Week (December 2005) later, she's found solid footing and a loyal following here, not to mention scads of friends, near and far.
SerbianFighter came out of hiatus long enough to write this eloquent post about how much the Opera Community means to him. And he's contributed in a very large way to the OC through his Opera Blog tutorials, graphics and other goodies for everyone here to use and enjoy. That he is compelled out of hiatus today speaks volumes about this community and what it means to quite a number of us.
I also am not without quite a bit to say about this place. I'm grateful in my own way to the OC because it's put me in contact with some amazing people, some of whom have become very special and significant in my personal life. This place has the capacity to enrich us all. We just have to be selective, as in real life, and learn to separate signal from noise.
As stated in the audio portion of this post, take your mouse for a walk here, you might find some interesting things.
Sunday, 3. September 2006, 18:31:52
friends, downloads, music, lyrics
He well knows who he is....
No mountain high enough, no valley low enough, no river wide enough ... If you need me, i'll find a way. Remember, as long as my internet connection doesn't let me down, I'm just a mouse click away!
Listen, baby
Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no valley low
Ain't no river wide enough, baby
If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far
Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
Remember the day
I set you free
I told you
You could always count on me
From that day on I made a vow
I'll be there when you want me
Some way, some how
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
No wind, no rain
My love is alive
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double
As fast as I can
Don't you know that
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
[repeat]
Ain't No Mountain High Enough, smooth jazz version by Michael McDonald (2.6MB MP3)
Sunday, 13. August 2006, 17:11:53
blatherings, downloads, music, men-schmen
I got my stereo hooked back up last night so I've been going through some of my (forgotten) CDs. We collected quite a few back in the early 1990s, when CDs became the rage. Of course, now most everything is on my computer. Still... I resurrected ZZ Top's Eliminator CD, with the track "Sharp Dressed Man." It reminded me of someone I know. So .. Dude, this one's for you. ;-)
Clean shirt, new shoes
And I dont know where I am goin to.
Silk suit, black tie,
I dont need a reason why.
They come runnin just as fast as they can.
Cuz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Gold watch, diamond ring,
I aint missin not a single thing.
Cufflinks, stick pin,
When I step out I'm gonna do you in.
They come runnin just as fast as they can.
Cuz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Top coat, top hat,
I don't worry cuz my wallets fat.
Black shades, white gloves,
Lookin sharp and lookin for love.
They come runnin just as fast as they can.
Cuz every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Sunday, 4. June 2006, 13:15:50
downloads, music
Here's another sixpack of songs for Sunday. This week, it's all about calm, cool and relaxed. After the hectic week I've had, I want to unwind on a lazy Sunday morning with my coffee and crossword puzzle. So these are six of my favorite smooth jazz selections. Enjoy!
I'll Be Home Soon, Eric Marienthal [3.9MB MP3]
One For the Road, Acoustic Alchemy [9.9MB MP3]
Dream Come True, Paul Taylor [4.9MB MP3]
A Summer Child, Fourplay [7.8MB MP3]
Call Me Late Tonight, Michael Lington [8.1MB MP3]
The Gift, Larry Carlton [12.2MB MP3]
Friday, 2. June 2006, 10:06:35
downloads, friends, lyrics, music
You are the sun shining down on everyone
Light of the world giving light to everything I see
Beauty so brilliant I can hardly take it in
And everywhere you are is warmth and light
And I am the moon with no light of my own
Still you have made me to shine
And as I glow in this cold dark night
I know I can’t be a light unless I turn my face to you
You are the sun shining down on everyone
Light of the world giving light to everything I see
Beauty so brilliant I can hardly take it in
And everywhere you are is warmth and light
And I am the moon with no light of my own
Still you have made me to shine
And as I glow in this cold dark night
I know I can’t be a light unless I turn my face to you
Shine on me with your light
Without you I’m a cold dark stone
Shine on me, I have no light of my own
You are the sun, you are the sun, you are the sun
And I am the moon
You have made me to shine
And as I glow in this cold dark night
I know I can’t be a light unless I turn my face to you
No I will never be a light unless I turn my face to you
I will never be a light unless I turn my face to you
No I will never be a light until I turn myself to you
You are the sun shining down on everyone
Wherever you are there's warmth and light
Wherever you are there's warmth and light
Without you, without you
Sweet light of the world shining down on me
Without you, without you
Sweet light of the world shining down on me
Without you, I'm a cold dark stone
Without you, I'm a cold dark stone
Without you, I'm a cold dark stone
Without you, I'm a cold dark stone
I have no light of my own
Without you, without you I'm a cold dark stone
Without you, I'm a cold dark stone
You are the sun, you are the sun
Shining down on everyone
You Are the Sun, Sara Groves (5.6MB WMA file)
Saturday, 27. May 2006, 18:28:01
music, friends, downloads
If you have a good friend, you probably already know it. What makes a friend special? Quite a few things, in my opinion. Here is my laundry list of things I treasure in a friend. May be the reason I have so few, but I do cherish those precious few (they know who they are):
1. Honesty. Your friend can tell you anything without fear that you'll trash the friendship over it. I mean, come on. If your friend can't be honest with you, then what kind of friendship do you have? If I want bullshit, I can get that from any number of casual acquaintances or complete strangers.
2. Differences. You can disagree with your friend and know that you'll still have a friend. So many people have come (and gone) in my life who thought that because we didn't see eye to eye on every single thing that friendship was insupportable. Their way or the highway, so to speak. That's baloney too. What a boring place it would be if we all thought alike! But what a wonderful way to separate the wheat from the chaff, the signal from the noise.
3. Comfortable silences. Just like Uma Thurman's character, Mia Wallace, in Pulp Fiction, observed:
That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
4. Acceptance. You accept your friend, and they accept you, faults, warts and all. In fact, in a perfect world, this is how it always should be. Expect nothing less from friends and lovers alike, or accept nothing at all.
There's so much more, but this is all I have time to write about now. I'll leave you with some musical thoughts by ABBA:
The Way Old Friends Do, 5.4MB MP3.
Saturday, 27. May 2006, 05:14:02
downloads, music
I was poking around on my hard drive and found some forgotten music. This, the title track from the now-defunct Goth band Curve, is called Doppelganger.
Doppelganger, 7.6MB MP3
Sunday, 21. May 2006, 16:15:10
downloads, music
Here's a sixpack of songs for Sunday. This week, it's all about Texas, or at least the Texas Rockabilly sound that was so prevalent in Austin during the Armadillo World Headquarters' reign as the Austin nightspot, way back in the 1970s. Enjoy!
Armadillo Stomp (Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen)
Hey Baby (Que Paso?) (Texas Tornadoes featuring Augie Meyer)
T-Bone Shuffle (Doug Sahm & the Sir Douglas Quintet)
Streets of Bakersfield (Buck Owens & Dwight Yoakum)
Pop A Top (Jim Ed Brown)
Hey, wait a minute, fool! That was only five songs! Yeah, but I saved the best for last, and quite appropriate for here in "OperaLand"!
No Way Like Norway (Doug Sahm & the Sir Douglas Quintet)
Saturday, 20. May 2006, 05:41:50
lyrics, downloads, music, love-schmove
Marcus posted some sad songs and I agree with most of his selections, especially November Rain by Guns N Roses. That one never fails to bring a tear to my eye.
But This Love, by Sarah Brightman, is one of my all time, get the Kleenex out, here come the river of tears, bona fide sad songs. I don't think it's meant that way, but the combination of Sarah's haunting voice and the musical arrangement make it so. See if you don't agree.
This Love, Sarah Brightman (15.1Mb 320Kbps MP3)
This love
This love is a strange love
A faded kind of day love
This love
This love
I think I'm gonna fall again
And even when you held my hand
It didn't mean a thing
This love
This love
Never has to say love
Doesn't know it is love
This love
This love
Doesn't have to say love
Doesn't need to be love
Doesn't mean a thing
This love
This love
I've been lucky enough in my life to have received uncompromising, all encompassing, unconditional love. I've also doled it out. Once, it was reciprocated; another time it wasn't. But I think that's because the person it was focused on simply didn't realize exactly what he had. But the beauty (or madness) of that kind of love is that it doesn't matter whether it's returned or not. Because it's selfless. And that my friends doesn't come along every day.
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