Thursday, August 2, 2012

Whoa! When Did August Get Here?

The Old AF Sarge's Favorite Band
Best Band Evah! 
As I logged into the old blog tonight, I realized that it's the 2nd of August and I haven't posted a doggone thing since last Saturday. Yes, I've been busy keeping the world safe for democracy, brooding in my Fortress of Solitude and working on the Cunning Plan.

But I haven't posted, not once. And here it is, August. The 8th month of the year. If you get up early enough (like four-ish), you can see the constellations that will grace the early evening come December. I'm starting to wander about like Ned Stark muttering:

"Winter is coming..."
In a very cool accent of course. (Sean Bean - I've always liked that actor, even when he plays awful, non-sympathetic bad guys.)

And last month saw a flurry of posts as the month wound down. Seventeen posts, I was rather proud of myself. But now, holy crap, I've already wasted a day. And I'll be out of town this weekend (down to Virginia Beach, it's gonna be a birthday party for Little Bit - she's turning 2!)

So in my guilt I felt I had to throw something out there, anything. Well, not just anything. I do have standards ya know. (Even if those standards aren't all THAT high. Still and all, they are standards.)

First things first. The Beatles. I was in the third grade when the lads from Liverpool came to the U.S. Watched them on the Ed Sullivan Show, live. Listened to my father muttering darkly about how the world was going to hell in a hand-basket. (Of course he was right in so many ways. I just didn't agree that it was the Beatles who were responsible for that. The Stones on the other hand...)

I was listening to some stuff from Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (hey, we sergeants stick together), a selection of tunes from Help and of course my favorite album (do they still call them "albums"?) Revolver. Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end...

Alright, alright, alright. What's all this then?
I'm sure Hogday will assure us that working as a police constable in the UK was exactly like this.

Now that was just silly.

I guess I'm in a very British mood tonight. Much more pleasant than my Scottish moods, whereby I get the urge to listen to bagpipes and raid villages in Yorkshire. Or my French moods, whereby I go from being belligerent, to moody, to sad, then say the hell with it and get belligerent all over again, usually with a snoot full of vin rouge!

Well, that's all I've got tonight. I'm sure the Family Quality Assurance folks will be all over my ample derriere for the low standards I've managed to set for August. On the bright side, it can only get better. Right?

I bloody well hope so!

Move along now, nothing to see here...


  1. The Stones on the other hand...)

    Ahem. "The World's Greatest Rock 'n' Roll Band." That would be past, present, and future. Still alive, still together (well, except fer Wyman), still playing, and about to celebrate their 50th anniversary. Rumo(u)r has it there may even be a tour.

    Have you bought any of the remastered Beatles albums? They're stupendous! (As are the Stones remastered stuff, as well) I bought the White Album, Abbey Road, Revolver, and Rubber Soul... and am thinking about adding more. But I couldn't live without the four aforementioned titles. Or "Exile On Main Street," either... of which I have FOUR copies now.

    1. "The World's Greatest..." Well, they are doggone good. And they have been around forever! I truly can't get enough of some of their stuff. Such as: Jumpin' Jack Flash, Gimme Shelter, Paint It Black, the list is pretty long. I didn't mean to diss the Stones to their devoted fans. Just suggesting that at the time, they seemed much more "sketchy" than the Beatles. Haven't bought the Beatles' remastered albums but have listened to them, awesome. Some of the nuances of their music still amaze me.


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