"not very nice, but necessary"

izdomāju jaunu ēdienu – "Mīklainā Kārta". Tas gan tikai nosaukums, sastāvdaļas un recepte vēl jāizdomā.

man darbā dažreiz ir kafijas krūze ar uzrakstu "Atom sports". Tā, itkā es strādātu kādā nebūt NASA aģentūrā.

aiztecēsim uz de phazz, laikam.

"Live firing and training exercises are being scrapped.
The navy can no longer afford to buy uniforms for its cadets.
This is the state of the Dutch armed forces in the year 2010."

Sen jau biju tam briedis un tā nu laikam noalņojos.

izvedu sevi pusdienlaika pastaigā. Tas ir veselīgi. Atklāju pseido-japāņu akmensdārzu in the middle of nowhere - Pļavniekos.

pats sevi apmānīsi, un kā vēl!

So let's begin at the very beginning. Let's say you have a straightforward jazz/blues combo onstage. Drummer starts with a backbeat. Kick, snare,kick,snare... (can you hear this? bump, CRACK, bump, CRACK... maybe some hi-hat eighth notes or whatever...) No Problems with Clarity or Punch so far. (I'm going to abbreviate that last sentence as NPCP from here on-- with me?)

So the string bass comes in (or P-bass, whatever), with a walking line that hits the backbeat accents. The bass player is in the groove, the bass notes are just giving tonality to the drum hits. The bass player, onstage with the drummer, is playing just loud enough to complement the drums. NPCP. With me?

Singer starts in, alto, let's say. She's singing, nice and mellow melodic lines over the punchy backbeat and the mellow bass sustain and tonality. NPCP. Any questions?

Singer breaks for the pre-chorus. Guitar player comes in with a little melodic fill, echoing the vocal line, then switches to a spanky backbeat pattern that reinforces the snare drum as the singer delivers the chorus. With me so far? NPCP, right?

Second verse. Singer. Guitar now continuing the backbeat pattern, just muted chord stabs over the snare. Tenor Sax comes in low and mellow, an octave below the singer, fattening up the melody and providing a tonal bed. NPCP, right?

Second chorus. Singer delivers full-throated, lots of harmonics, sounding almost an octave higher as the tenor sax continues and as a Hammond organ jumps in, reinforcing the tenor sax part an octave lower with the left hand, and playing some fat upper-register echoes of the guitar part with the right hand. Band now sounds huge, but everything still has its own space. NPCP, right.

Third verse. Guitar now switches to a funky chunka-chunka part that hits the chords on the backbeat but also chugs the hit-hat. Singer picks up her tambourine and the whole band starts to shimmer and shake with the jingle-jingle-THWACK-jingle-jingle-jingle-THWACK-THWACK! Organ still jabbing the right-hand chords and echoing the sax on the lows, sax now playing fills between the vocal lines (there is a reason why they are called "fills"), bass and drums still pounding out the backbeat, singer still in full control of the alto range with full-throated harmonics competing with the organ jabs for the soprano range.

NPCP like a motherfucker, and this is just the first song of the set. Nothing to do but put up a mic and step out for a smoke. Even if you don't smoke. The band mixes itself.


Un:


Now let's contrast the above with a typical amateur garage band.

For one thing, the drummer is never playing bump, CRACK, bump, CRACK-- he's playing a drum solo the whole time, whether he's any good at it or not-- cymbals crashing, toms rolling, kick and snare playing all around the beat but never on it, with no attention paid or the decay of the drums or how the drum sustain fits with the tempo...

Next, the bass player is not reinforcing the drum beat (there is none), the bass player is playing her own lead part, complete with loosey-goosey timing, an overloaded, clackety, stringy, midrangery sound that can barely keep up with the steady atonal crush of overloaded mud in the lows as she strives to prove that she's really just another guitar player...

The guitar player(s), meanwhile, are stomping all over the vocal range, thoroughly convinced that the only reason anyone listens to music is to hear guitar riffs and "solos," which are of course guitar parts played in the presence range whenever the guitar player feels like playing them, without regard to whether any other instrument including the singer have actually dropped out...

Meanwhile the singer is probably also cluelessly strumming chords on an overdriven electric guitar, with little sense of punch or clarity, just trying to be heard above the cacophony, often as not playing the wrong chords for the key of the song, but determined to strum them on EVERY VOCAL NOTE and somehow you are supposed to make that fit into the rhythm and tempo of the rest of the band (which has no rhythm or tempo to begin with). On top of that, concepts such as "range" and "melody" are lost on this singer who switches octaves constantly (badly) and who makes up for inability to create melodic tension by howling tunelessly (which you are somehow supposed to make sound "soulful" or "passionate")...

Meanwhile the keyboard player is in her own little world (and who can blame her), playing some kind of late-80's rearrangement of the whole song that is completely disconnected from the rest of the band (and also totally saturating the upper mids)...

Our poor soon-to-be fired horn player is left trying to play fills in no particular key (cue sad horns wah-WAHHHH)....

Atverot ofisa pelēkās, stiklotās durvis, garajā, ar pelēkām, sterilām flīzēm izliktajā gaitenī kopā ar mani tajā iekļuva necila, dzeltena rudens lapa. Tā bikli nogūla uz melni-gumijotā nevainojami tīrā paklāja. Vienu mirkli man likās - tūlīt sienā atvērsies labi maskēta neliela lūciņa, no kuras izšausies sārts lāzera stars, un gaitenī atkal valdīs tīrība un klusums.

nez kāpēc pēkšņi atcerējos, kā daudzus gadus atpakaļ taisīju darbā etiķeti šampim (1xlietošanai - dāvana klientam vai tamldz.). Noformējumā tika izmantota P. Andersones bilde vasaras sezonā un nosaukums - "Zilonēns" (mans kopīraits :)))

arā smīkņā lietus

izlasīju tīmeklī dzīves padomu: "if you are sad, just stop beeing sad". Vienkārši un gaumīgi. Un svētdien nevarēju sevi piespiest maketēt 188 lpp grāmatu. Bet piespeidoss, un dažas lapas sataisīju. Also es uzzināju mīlestības definīciju - "love is fantasy". Tā ir labākā so far, šķiet.

"Гриб" от взрыва Oak во время операции "Сухарь I". Фото с сайта wikipedia.org

"detei nahuj, starikov v pizdu, ostalnjih v izolajatori"

"Rapeseed Oil" - tulk: izvarošanas sēklas eļļa

Sieviešu mode it tik smieklīga. Smieklīgums droši vien slēpjas tajā faktā, ka vairākas siev. dzim. pārstāves parasti ir redzmas ar kaut ko vienādu mugurā vai rokā. Jo 1 meitene ar kaut ko tizlu liktos pat varbūt interesanti, in a way. Pirms kāda laika tās bija mizlzīgās plaušveidīgās somas, piemēram. Man tās pers. likās Ūbertizlas. Atceros, vienreiz speisgarāžā plaušveid-soma bija nolikta dansflōra maliņā un man bija milzu kārd. aizspert to pa gaisu (blush)

Ienirt drenāžas pie santehnikas armatūra.
Centieties, lai noskaidrotu matu aizsprostojums notekūdens izlietne vai vanna aizplūšanu
ar palīdzību iztaisnot mētelis izlīmētājs (saliekt mazu āķi vienā galā). Lai to izdarītu, vispirms noņemt pop-ups (matu un būvgružu var savākt ap šo bloki).
Savienojiet hidraulisko pūšļa uz dārza šļūtenes, un mēģināt domnu, kas tupele.
Mēģiniet skaidrs bloķēšanu ar čūska, darba no statīva.
Mēģiniet skaidrs bloķēšanu ar čūska, strādā no filiāles cleanout.

vakar nejauši tika apmeklēta vācu WW2 kapsēta pie vācu (tfu, VEF) tilta. Diezgan stilīga, jāatzīmē,sevišķi ieejas vārtiņi.

"Let it go, let it flow

Move on with your life and act like you know

Been on my last breathe, been between life and death

but I gotta let it go, can't deal with the stress

I let it, go.. let it go, let it flow

Move on with your life and act like you know

Been on my last breathe, been between life and death

but I gotta let it go, can't deal with the stress"

Saule baigi spīd. Bet saulesbrilles palikušas Jūrmalā...varbūt vēl mētājās kaut kur zālē. Tātad jāaiziet līdz statoilam nopirkt kādas nebū† budžeta saulesbrilles. Iedams atcerējos vienu citu statiol apmeklējumu - ar darba biedriem devāmies kāros kaut kur ārpus rīgas. Apstājamies pie viena statoila nopirkt kaut kādus niekus. Skatos, kaupers arī iegriezies, kaut ko skatās. Un fonā skan prāta vētra. Mazajā latvijā var visu dabūt uzreiz - gan estrādes sziesmu, gan estrādes solistu vienā piegājienā. I vsjo v odnom flakone. Tātad, šodien ieeju statoilā pēc saul-brll, un pa radio, bletj, protams skan kaut kāds prāta vētras gabals.Varbūt statoilam ir kaut kāda korporatīvā vienošanās ar SIA prātavētra, es nezinu. Nav jau slikta mūzika, šķiet. Tikai kaupers varēja nedziedāt. Tad sanāktu forša instrumentālā mūzika. Savukārt kaupers varētu kaut ko lietderīgu darīt. Piemēram, atvērt saulesbriļļu kiosku, tādu ar perošu sortimentu. Un visiem labi. Gan laba mūzika, gan stilīgas saulesbrilles.