At the end of the week, after throwing out all those things, I have more things. I just shifted things. I shifted things from Fargo to here; shifted things from basement to studio; shifted studio items to the basement, and also might I had moved six bags from car to house. Also added at least 10 GB - ah, but that’s incorporeal, you say. True. But it means it must be backed up, lest the precious data escape my grasp.
Tonight while running a backup I came across a folder I mentioned a while ago, and I think I can say with certainty that the phrase “a folder I mentioned a while ago” does not quicken the heart for everyone. Possibly no one. Anyway, I saw two files and knew exactly what they were about:
callme1.mp3
callme2.mp3
It was the difference between the radio version and the soundtrack version. The different, richer, somewhat sleazier chord in the second version, when she sings the second line.
Meaning, if I didn't have this clip, I would have questioned my memory of that version with the different chord. I would know I had known it once, but I had no way to prove it.
It's like that with a lot of things, isn't it?
Okay, usual Friday potpourri.
While laying out the Sears 1983 Catalog site, due in OH I DON'T KNOW 2024 - I came across a page for the Timex Sinclair computer. It could play games! Like this.
I know some people of a certain age will be startled: is . . . is that a cacadaemon?
No.
Nowadays we complain about glass windows you can't break in a game when you shoot them. Unrealistic, man! Oh, you'll see bullet holes, but it won't shatter.
Lame.
Trust me: the video above was immersive. We had nothing against which to measure it.
Let's catch up on the projects we're watching. Well, I'm watching. The Government Public Services Center or whatever it's called suddenly seemed to leap up a bit:
Now, another project. Yes. ANOTHER one; it's huge, an entire block. We begin with the dull stuff that tells us practically nothing:
Wow! you say. That's Incredible! Ahhh, shaddup. Context: here's the old site.
People around here complain that all new apartment buildings look the same. Well, this one's a bit different.
It'll be a tonic to the area, which has been coming up . . . slowly over the last few years.
THERE ARE FOUR LIGHTS
The handy convenient photo with all the relevant but easily-disproved details! Solution is here.
It's our pal from last year's Listen feature: Bill Stern, the man whose initials describe his stories with efficient precision.
This is the story of a prize fighter!
Bill's not content to tell you a pugilist wrote a famous song after he hung up his gloves; he has to puff it up with BS that reaches previously unknown levels of BS BS.
Howard did manual labor while writing songs and pushing his finished material. Eventually, he sold some of his compositions and, after a few minor successes, his song, "Pick Me Up on Your Way Down", recorded by Charlie Walker, went to No. 2 on the country music charts in late 1958. A year later Ray Price had a major country hit with "Heartaches By The Number". Simultaneously, a pop version of the song performed by Guy Mitchell went to No. 1 on the pop chart.
Buoyed by these two major hits, Howard moved to Nashville, Tennessee in 1960. Bringing along a large portfolio of compositions, he signed a contract with Acuff-Rose Music. Howard's songs were so immediately successful that, in 1961 alone, he had fifteen of his compositions on the country music charts, earning him ten BMI awards. Among his biggest hits was "I Fall to Pieces", co-written with Hank Cochran and recorded by Patsy Cline. Cline and Candi Staton recorded his "He Called Me Baby", which was later a No. 1 C&W hit for Charlie Rich as "She Called Me Baby".
This was one of three albums he released in '64.
Call me ancient, but I like this stuff.
There were lots of things that told you to Alkalize. There were lots of seltzers. Only this brand remains.
There you have it! Another week. Hope it earned your patronage, and I thank you for your visits.