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November 17, 2011

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AnitaNH

"We didn't ask to be born, it was dropped on our head like an anvil."

Love that line and am tempted to steal it as a collage title!

gillian

"The rain was falling in that way that made you feel like a fool if you opened your umbrella, and a sucker if you didn't."

Perfect.

UF MIKE

Thanks, ladies. You've got me all swell-headed with praise now.

Dave

You should do what I did and leave work early to go skateboarding. That and I'm also going to vomit and swab icewater onto my head in order to bring this fever down. But not before I go skateboarding!

Hope your day finishes with a laugh, like mine did yesterday night when I was reading Beckett again and came across the clause, ". . . the inestimable gift of life was rammed down my gullet." Your introducing me to Beckett is the gift that keeps on giving. I don't know how to thank you!

~Dave

Martijn

I like Beckett too... at least, I think, because my memories have dissolved mostly. And it was translated in Dutch, the things I read, I don't even know the title anymore. Part was a play with two people, an elderly couple, buried up to their necks in the sand, I believe adjacent to an airport. And now I've bought four more Beckett books but they scare me too much to start them. He's like the K2 of literature.

Work! Good topic. Mind if I tell you a bit about mine? It can perhaps ease the discomfort of some workers amongst us. My work has gone from Sgt Bilko up to Apocalypse Now. First I was just told procedures for my disemployment were started. (Firing my sorry ass.) My boss and I talked and talked and talked, and I was told to be a good boy and wait at the doorstep with my cap in my hands, head bowed down, just waiting for what the good master had to offer to me in terms of monetary compensation (for Americans probably a bizarre phenomenon, but common Dutch practise.

Then, sick & tired of waiting, I sent one e-mail explaining my views on this matter and how I thought nobody benefitted from this approach my boss was having (and I might have been surprisingly fierce for someone who has for all these years been as docile and indifferent as a camel in the zoo)... and now I got a letter in the mail that my boss thinks it was in everybody's interest if I just didn't show my face at the office anymore. Sure, I had been a little atomically cynical at work, and I may have threatened to burn the place down, but if they can't take a littel joke, than all is lost.

So the plot thickens. The heat is on! as some awful disco singer sang once upon a terrible time. Is there a lawyer in the house?

Sorry for the narcissistic rambling... I should do that on my own blog, but yours is so much homier and comrade bar like. It's like Cheers in here.

Loved your posts!

gillian

Martijn, I like that you come here and talk about things, whether it's what's going on in your life or just random topics. I'm sorry you are having a tough time right now, but I am glad you felt comfortable enough to share here.

It IS homey here, isn't it? :)

Martijn

Gillian! (shouted out like 'Norm!') thanks so much. Yes, it is homey and like an outlaw's hangout, or stamp collectors convention. We are We. And it makes the times a lot les tough. No, apart from the job hostage situation, things are going very well for me.

Thanks again and sending love to California, which I always pronounce as 'Californi-ay'... I don't know why, perhaps I've listened to too much Dubliners music. Hey!

gillian

As long as you don't call it "Cali", I don't mind :)

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Martij, that "Californ-i-aye" is from fucking "Surfin' U.S.A." by the fucking Beach Boys, that's where you got it from. Sweet Jaysus!, as Ronnie Drew would have put it.

As for your job loss: Don't just threaten to burn the place down, do it! The RAF have started their career the same way. Anyway, it's absolutely unacceptable how human beings are treated by inhuman beings in this here golden age of steady cultural progress.

Don't let reality get the better of you, man!

UF MIKE

I'm glad everybody finds it homey here. Perhaps it my collection of lava lamps and the old jukebox full of early 80s music (along with "All the Young Dudes", natch). And the beers free (drink up!) too, just don't drink and drive to another blog and hit an innocent cookie on the way. Martijn, I am with you in your darkness. I think Jan Martin is right, burn the place down, but don't get caught because it's probably illegal or something. And hi Gillian and Dave, have I mentioned how much I love you two?

Martijn

Fucking Beach Boys? Are you talking about the same Beach Boys? The one with Brian Wilson, the Johan Sebastian Bach of pop music? The Craziest Man in Showbiz? But, yes, they too sing Califor-ni-jay, as do the Dubliners in The Leaving of Liverpool.

Thanks everyone for the encouragement. And I do like that jukebox, Mike. The other day I was humming 'Me and You and a Dog Named Boo', which is your N11.

Jan Martin Löhndorf

I like the Ramones better.

"The Leaving of Liverpool" - to hell, I haven't got that one on any of my Dubliners-records.

Martijn

You really do have Dubliners records? I believe you. You knew Ronnie Drew as well. Have you been to any concert by the way? Don't tell my you saw the legend Luke Kelly! I'm just interested and as someone who has been always made fun off for liking those beardy brawlers. The Pogues sang Leaving of Liverpool too, but Shane made the Californi-jay part even weirder.

So all in favour for burning my office? Righty then... doing a 'Van der Lubbe'.

gillian

Mike, I love you, too.

Martijn, you want to see some crazy Brian Wilson, watch Theremin: An Electronic Odyssey. His segment is breathtaking. You don't know whether to laugh or cry. Great documentary, by the way. Or, you can just watch that on YouTube: http://youtu.be/K_yUFStXQvQ

I recommend the whole documentary, though. It's quite good and moving.

Jan Martin Löhndorf

No, I was too late to experience the legendary Luke, but I have been to some three or four Dubliners concerts, indeed I was there and watched them play and drink (Eamonn Campbell taking a deep slug out of a can of Holsten onstage, then turning to the front of the stage, then turning around and finishing the can, turning to the front, then turning back again and opening another can, inhaling the next deep slug, then finally getting back to making music again - a legendary moment in musical history!).
I used to sing "To Sea no more" and "Skibbereen" to my son when he was a baby and too tiny to defend himself. Although I must say I did fairly well. These are the only two songs I can do wpthout sounding like a goat that got kicked in the magairle.
(I even had a beard once when I was 18. I looked like a true Dubliner then!)

And yes, burn the place to the ground, Marinus v d L-style!

Martijn

Jan Martin! You were so right last week about meeting soul mates on the web... I've been to a number of their concerts too, and one of Drew solo, and they were all unforgettable. At home, I sing most of their songs (with banjo or guitar) but luckily I have never listened to myself so I don't know how I sound.

Gillian, I must check out that documentary; sound just the thing for me. Perhaps if you like him and his quirky sides too, you can see if you can find the docu about the Beach Boys coming to Holland for a record recording (and keeping Brian away from cocaine -- was the idea). It was Brian at his best... They did made the record though, "Holland".

Jan Martin Löhndorf

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfngKaaDVro&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEe7_b6NHtA&feature=related

Not "The Leaving of Liverpool", though, but one of my all time favorites.

gillian

Martijn, do you remember the name of the documentary? My Google skills are apparently lacking this morning.

Martijn

Gillian, I tried to sleuth it out, the name of the docu, but up till now unsuccessfully. However, on second thought, the thing was in Dutch and therefore probably not available for you. But it was an amazing story. Let me tell you...

LA mega stars moving to rural Holland for a recording. Nice and quiet they thought. Gigantic operation. Rebuilding an entire studio. The band lived amongst some Dutch villagers who, 40 years later, vividly remember it: nothing else happened the time inbetween. One pointed to a dent in a fence and claimed Dennis Wilson made it or something. And how they all loved the Dutch cows, how they talked to the cows (stoned out of their minds probably).

And then Brian, who was on a diet of 4 grams of coke a day (so they said; I don't even know if that is a lot, normal or lethal -- never having even séén coke myself) and was so, what's the word?, so flakey, that the first couple of times he should be on the plane over, they found no trace of the maistro. None whatsoever. And the third time, they only found his passport in the plane at Amsterdam, but no Brian.

Anyway, great to see the man on your theremin clip.

And Jan Martin, that's a fabulous one too, the Rocky Road. The Pogues' one was not my favorite though, but with the Pogues, I like them all still.

Gabba gabba hey!

gillian

Thanks for the synopsis, Martijn! Sounds wild :)

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