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shadowkat1. Ugh, I'm inundated with spam email - nothing I do gets rid of it. I've unsubscribed, I've filtered, I've clicked it as spam. It makes it very hard to find necessary emails.
2. Trying this again here...name 13 albums off the top of your head to know you by. Doesn't have to be perfect, has to be the sort of list in which, you think, damn, I forgot that one.
My difficulty with this sort of thing - is I don't remember the names of albums. I have an MP3 player that plays songs from albums, which I mix up.
So here's my lame-ass attempt at it:
Cat People - David Bowie
Purple Rain - Prince & the Revolution
American Idiot - Green Day
Lost in Space - Aimee Mann
God is Someone Else - Joan Osborn
The Man in Black - Johnny Cash
Stop Making Sense - Talking Heads
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd
Kids are Alright - The Who
Abbey Road - The Beatles
Fade to Black - Rolling Stones
Both Sides Now - Joni Mitchell
Rhapsody in Blue - Gershwin
3. Listening to Tina Brown's Vanity Fair Diaries - and all of a sudden up pops Emily Prager, who is sis-in-laws semi-legal stepmother (in that they never got married but have been living together for ages, and pseudo-adopted a Chinese girl together that sis-in-law is barely on speaking terms with.). I've met Prager - she's the author of A Visit to the Footbinders (which I read, and promptly forgot, as I am wont to do on occasion.) I did not like her. I did manage to strong-arm my brother into getting Prager to get me an informational interview with her editor at Random House - when I was ill-advisedly trying for a job in the NYC publishing world. (Ill-advisedly since the NYC publishing world is the most toxic industry on the planet bar none. Few outrank the entertainment and publishing industries in toxicity. Well, maybe advertising and real estate development.) That was back in the distant 1990s, when I was 28 and a touch wet-behind-the-ears. Not the somewhat cynical and seasoned fifty-six year old that I am now.
Anyhow, Brown describes Prager as a sweet door-mouse of a thing, who comes across kind of bewildered and bookish. I'm laughing.
Hmmm, famous people that I've seen or met, who I wasn't overly impressed by. Truth is people are just people at the end of the day. And the fame is kind of toxic in of itself and colors everything.
* Roger Daltry (not performing, and at a marketing launch that I was working as an intern at)
* James Marsters (on stage performing)
* Davy Jones (marketing launch of a DVD)
* Martin Landau (ditto)
* Barbara Bach (Ringo Starr's wife and well in the Spy who Loved Me)
* Lorraine Braco (ditto)
* The actor from the Sopranos and Bruce Springsteen's band whose name I forget
* John Chancellor
* Barbara Bel Geddes
* Tony Dow
* Sidney Pollack
* Emily Prager
* Dennis Lehane
Those are the ones that I remember? There may be more. I'm not counting the ones I've invariably passed on the street.
2. Trying this again here...name 13 albums off the top of your head to know you by. Doesn't have to be perfect, has to be the sort of list in which, you think, damn, I forgot that one.
My difficulty with this sort of thing - is I don't remember the names of albums. I have an MP3 player that plays songs from albums, which I mix up.
So here's my lame-ass attempt at it:
Cat People - David Bowie
Purple Rain - Prince & the Revolution
American Idiot - Green Day
Lost in Space - Aimee Mann
God is Someone Else - Joan Osborn
The Man in Black - Johnny Cash
Stop Making Sense - Talking Heads
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd
Kids are Alright - The Who
Abbey Road - The Beatles
Fade to Black - Rolling Stones
Both Sides Now - Joni Mitchell
Rhapsody in Blue - Gershwin
3. Listening to Tina Brown's Vanity Fair Diaries - and all of a sudden up pops Emily Prager, who is sis-in-laws semi-legal stepmother (in that they never got married but have been living together for ages, and pseudo-adopted a Chinese girl together that sis-in-law is barely on speaking terms with.). I've met Prager - she's the author of A Visit to the Footbinders (which I read, and promptly forgot, as I am wont to do on occasion.) I did not like her. I did manage to strong-arm my brother into getting Prager to get me an informational interview with her editor at Random House - when I was ill-advisedly trying for a job in the NYC publishing world. (Ill-advisedly since the NYC publishing world is the most toxic industry on the planet bar none. Few outrank the entertainment and publishing industries in toxicity. Well, maybe advertising and real estate development.) That was back in the distant 1990s, when I was 28 and a touch wet-behind-the-ears. Not the somewhat cynical and seasoned fifty-six year old that I am now.
Anyhow, Brown describes Prager as a sweet door-mouse of a thing, who comes across kind of bewildered and bookish. I'm laughing.
Hmmm, famous people that I've seen or met, who I wasn't overly impressed by. Truth is people are just people at the end of the day. And the fame is kind of toxic in of itself and colors everything.
* Roger Daltry (not performing, and at a marketing launch that I was working as an intern at)
* James Marsters (on stage performing)
* Davy Jones (marketing launch of a DVD)
* Martin Landau (ditto)
* Barbara Bach (Ringo Starr's wife and well in the Spy who Loved Me)
* Lorraine Braco (ditto)
* The actor from the Sopranos and Bruce Springsteen's band whose name I forget
* John Chancellor
* Barbara Bel Geddes
* Tony Dow
* Sidney Pollack
* Emily Prager
* Dennis Lehane
Those are the ones that I remember? There may be more. I'm not counting the ones I've invariably passed on the street.
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Date: 2024-03-05 03:10 pm (UTC)Music? Not so much. I think there is more of a one between those born prior to 1960 and those after?
That said ? I listen to all my music via my BOSE earphones connected to my Iphone. (And have no interest in going back to clunky stereos, CD players, Cassett players, boom boxes or Record Players. I like MP3 because I can do playlists - or rather turn the thing into my own personal radio station - with no talk, and songs selected randomly from my collection, skipping over those I don't want to hear.)
At any rate, I only have one of Joan Osborn's albums (on my MP3), and a few songs from other albums here and there. Cathedrals is one that is from another album. I love that song. So, not sure how big a fan? She's a bit like Sheryl Crow, Michelle Shocked, Nora Jones, and Alanis Morrissette for me - in that I tend to only have one of their albums or songs here and there? But find them hit or miss? Same with Lady Gaga for that matter?
I also have people no one has heard of? Like a former classmate, college housemate's album: Sand Sheff (who writes off-beat country/folk songs that kind of sound like a poor man's Johnny Cash. (a phrase my father often used to describe a similar band, but not quite as famous like say the Monkeeys are a poor man's take on the Beatles?) I like off-beat non-popular stuff. And a lot of the older 1980s, 1990s, and 1970s, 60s stuff.