I Believe In My Noodly Master, Hon
Holy god.
I don’t ask much, but if you only get one thing from this song, get the dynamics. 1969 was a good year for dynamics. There is soft and there is loud and there is everything in-between. I miss that.
Walk On By
From Hot Buttered Soul
RIP Isaac.
I had to share something with you. Can you imagine living in a place where birth control is considered an “abortion” and health insurers won’t cover it? Where even rape victims are denied emergency contraception?
It seems unbelievable, but the Bush Administration is quietly trying to redefine “abortion” to include birth control. The Houston Chronicle says this could wipe out dozens of state laws that protect women’s reproductive freedom and protect rape victims. And this proposed “rule change” doesn’t need congressional approval.
I just signed a message to Health and Human Services Secretary Mike Leavitt, whose department is considering this rule change, telling him: “Contraception is NOT abortion.” Can you add your voice to this cause?
Click here to sign the message:
http://pol.moveon.org/contraception/?r_by=-9529597-eQOYNCx&rc=mailto
Thanks!
I’ve always been more of a New Order fan in the chain of things. But recently Joy Division has spoken to me more than ever. More in the production side of things with Martin Hannett than the dreadfully sad lyrics from Ian Curtis. Punk, in my eyes was pretty much dead by the time their debut LP, Unknown Pleasures was released. This allowed punk to die. They put it in the grave and but let it evolve and change in to something else.
Bernard Sumner’s gave us his trademark gentle yet angular leads. Stephen Morris gave us drum-machine-precise beats, while pushing the envelope with electronic triggers. Peter Hook revolutionized the way a bass should be played. And well Ian Curtis was just sadly misunderstood. It’s simply tragic, really.
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