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Anderen mogen mijn e-mailadres zien. From the very moment Hagar confronted him with the lies he was spreading about other managers, then threatening to punch him out, a dangerous enemy had been made. When it came to me, Ray couldn't pull off that shit. From that day on, the two of us never got along.
Michael Anthony was on my side at first in vetoing Ray as manager. Unfortunately, he's the spineless wonder type. He has no say-so in the band unless Ed and Al need his vote. Then they make him do what they want. When Mike informed me that he was siding with Eddie and Al to vote Ray in, that did it for me. In our next meeting, I told everyone that if Ray Danniels became the new manager of Van Halen, I was quitting the band. Alex jumped up when I said that and wanted to fight me right there on the spot.
We were pushing each other and would have gone at it, if Eddie and Mike had not split us apart. If I kicked his ass, the band would never be the same. If he kicked my ass, the band would be broken for good. Finally I said, 'Al, if you really want to fight me, let's take it outside and really do it without Ray Danniels being an issue.
I told Eddie I'd call around to see what I could find out. Sammy says he was totally dismayed by the negative reaction he got from people who knew the manager. All the individuals he polled were unanimous in their opinion that Danniels was not a wise choice for the band. I got the very same answer from record company presidents, financial people and promoters. Everyone I spoke with in a position of authority, who had some sort of contact with him in the past, told me quote unquote, 'If you use Ray Danniels, this band will go down to nothing.
This guy is a slime bag. He will stab you in the back, and he will rob those guys. Ed and Al still wouldn't listen to me when I reported my findings back to them. He looked at it and said, 'Ray Danniels! Who's that? They were like moths drawn to a flame when it came to Ray. They had a single-minded consciousness about him.
No matter what obstacles were thrown in the way, nothing was going to stop them from voting their man in as Van Halen's new manager. He had to have made some sort of deal with them, because the brothers offered to give a bigger percentage of their earnings than they gave Leffler.
Now I didn't do that, and that's why we never got along. I wouldn't give him what he wanted. Here's the thing. Michael Anthony's the key. He would never say it now, but if he ever gets kicked out of Van Halen, or quits, he will have one helluva story to tell. He knows everything, because he was at a lot of the meetings with Ray and the brothers that I didn't attend. When Mikey was on my side, he told me some unbelievable things about Ray Danniels. You know what? Mike is still on my side, but he can't acknowledge it, if you know what I mean.
If he did, the brothers would kick him out of the band. Sammy thought he would be a good fit for Van Halen, because he could help break Eddie from his drug and alcohol dependency! Hagar says that when the Boston native first hooked up with the Aerosmith guitarist in the early '80s, he was in terrible shape, worse than Eddie Van Halen ever thought of getting. Collins not only cleaned up Perry's act, he was instrumental in reuniting him with Steven Tyler.
When he assumed management duties of the reformed band, a clean and sober Aerosmith once again became a powerhouse in the music business. Sammy believed the manager would do a good job of keeping Van Halen psychologically sound. Things were starting to get a little goofy in the studio, as he puts it, between Eddie and himself, and the band needed someone to calm things down.
Another factor weighing heavily in Collins' favor was his strong relationship with MTV. Having won three video awards on their last album, Hagar thought it was especially important for Van Halen's new manager to have a strong relationship with the music video channel. Ray Danniels, he found out, had absolutely no pull at the network. Sammy thought it was vital to have MTV's support when the new album was released.
Well, you aren't going to get Aerosmith either. He could definitely help us out in the European market where we had trouble. I really thought the brothers would understand that and vote him in. When I mentioned his name to Alex, he said, 'Tim Collins? He already manages Aerosmith. That's all he'll ever do. Aerosmith will be No. In fact, I had already asked Tim that very question, about juggling both bands. Since these guys were already slamming every manager we talked to, I thought I'd better confront him on the issue before he spoke with the brothers.
He told me that if we scheduled everything just right, one band would be recording their album, while the other one was out touring to support their new release. Tim was up front and to the point with me about where his true allegiance rested. He said, 'Sam, if there was ever a time when both Aerosmith and Van Halen had a single coming out at the same time, my loyalty would lie with Aerosmith first.
I'm not stupid enough to do something like that, but if it did happen and I was forced to make a decision for whatever reason, Aerosmith would take precedence over Van Halen. If I would have posed that same question to Ray in regards to Rush over Van Halen, he would have said, 'Oh well, of course it would be you.
When Tim told me that, I was thinking, 'Wow, that's a great statement. That's what I want to hear. He's been messing with all these psychologists that are involved with Aerosmith. He knows exactly what to say because of them. Do you think he's going to be more loyal to us than them?
They are washed up. Ray knows they're finished. He told me that himself. Sammy was even more offended at the fact that Al's brother-in-law wanted to manage Van Halen so badly, he was willing to sell out his other band to get the job. For over two decades, Danniels had stood behind Rush.
From what Hagar was hearing, apparently that was a thing of the past. The Red Rocker even spoke to Ray himself about the Canadian trio and was astounded by the answers he received. He was saying shit like, 'If they had a good singer, they could have made it on pop radio.
I started hammering him with questions. Why don't they sell records? Why did their last record only do , or , records? Rush's big problem is they never had any videos which is one of the major complaints I had against Ray. I knew his dealing with MTV would bury us. I even called over there and asked them about their relationship with him.
They didn't even know who Ray Danniels was. When I told them he was the manager of Rush, they said, 'Well, we never had a relationship with Rush. We've only had a couple of videos from them. He was in management discussions with the band Extreme, and wanted to know his thoughts about taking the band on as a client. The Boston-based outfit had been under the guidance of Louis Levine, who also managed Michael Bolton.
The group, featuring Gary Cherone on vocals and Nuno Bettencourt on guitar, hit the big time in with Pornograffiti. The double platinum album featured the No. I want to know your opinion of it. Instead I just said, 'I don't think you should do it. Extreme is a bunch of losers No.
Ray went on to tell me that he had hired a guy in New York to handle the situation, so it wouldn't get in the way of things. He says, 'I promise you some other guy will manage the band. I'll just oversee it and help them out politically. That doesn't matter; they're nothing. Besides, he's got another guy to work with them anyway.
It entered the Billboard charts at No. While Warner Bros. He called the record Unboxed, to poke fun at all the artists and bands that were releasing boxed set collections at the time. Released on April 2, Sammy stayed true to his word and did a two-week press junket. He was slotted to do the Tonight Show and perform "Give to Live," but the brothers forced Michael Anthony to withdraw from Sammy's band at the last minute, thus cancelling the performance.
When Hagar returned to Los Angeles to resume the management debate, Sammy was convinced more than ever that Tim Collins was their man. Collins flew out to L. He answered all the brothers' questions about conflict of interest and band loyalties. He laid out his ideas for integrating his management style with both groups. The more he explained his plans regarding Van Halen, the further impressed Hagar became. After about a week of meetings with the manager, urgent business in San Francisco called Sammy away.
As he was leaving for the airport, he told Collins they would speak shortly. Hagar was fairlyc confident that Ray Danniels was going to be cast aside in favor of the Aerosmith manager.
When he returned to Los Angeles a couple of days later, to resume work on the album, he was stunned by what he saw in the studio. Eddie Van Halen's long hair was gone, and replaced by a crew-cut. He then told me about the late night rendezvous with Tim Collins. After I had left town, Eddie called Tim late one evening in his hotel room and told him he needed to talk to him right away. When he arrived at the studio around two in the morning, Alex was there and sat with Tim through this meeting.
Eddie was in really bad shape, just fucked up out of his brain. Valerie had apparently kicked him out of the house, because she didn't want him drunk around the baby. Tim sat with Eddie for two or three hours that night, while Edward laid his heavy guilt trip on him. At one point, Eddie started crying, grabbed a pair of clippers, and cut all his long hair in front of Tim. He said, 'I'm so frustrated.
I've got to stop drinking. I've got to stop doing drugs. I'm not happy, I want to kill myself. I can't make a record like this. My wife hates me. He confirmed Al's story, and told me he was bowing out of the management picture.
He said, 'I'm sorry Sammy. I really love you and Van Halen, but I don't think I can handle both bands. I don't think it would be fair for me to attempt it. Besides, Steven Tyler doesn't want me to do it. I can't take Eddie Van Halen, too! I told him thanks for spending all that time with us and wished him good luck.
From that point on, I resigned myself to the fact that Ray Danniels was going to manage Van Halen whether I liked it or not. But, I had meant every word I told him in our first meeting, when I discovered he was the one behind the rumors about Shep, Johnny and the other managers. He was never going to be my manager, I didn't trust him, and I certainly didn't like the way he conducted business.
The animosity between us really started to heat up when I absolutely refused to sign any documents that would acknowledge Ray Danniels as my manager. As work on the album progressed, Hagar quietly went about the task of separating his publishing money from the Van Halen account it was previously going to. Before Ed Leffler died, all the band's publishing income went into Yessup Publishing. The funds would then be divvied up from there.
Shortly after Unboxed was released, Sammy instructed ASCAP, the music firm that monitored and collected album and song royalties for Van Halen, to separate his share of the proceeds. He now wanted his portion sent to Nine Music, the holding company that received all royalties from his solo work. Shortly after I asked Gary to talk with Rick, I received a phone call from him.
He wanted to know what kind of money I was looking for. I said, 'Rick, until the Van Halen deal is done, you and I are not going to talk about money. I am not going to screw them out of anything. I don't want this to be used as any kind of leverage. I'm a fair guy. When you finish the Van Halen thing, call me.
He thought that was a little steep, but like John Kalodner before him, he told me he'd see what he could do. About ten days later, Rick called and said my request had been approved. When I hung up the phone, I had a big smile on my face. Without help from anyone, I had negotiated an extra million dollars out of the greatest hits deal. Ray Danniels overheard the comment and asked how much the contract guaranteed. When Sammy replied a quarter of a million dollars, the manager offered to intercede on his behalf to raise the ante.
That's odd. He was humbled, believe me. Ray thought he was really going to show me how great a businessman he was. My remark was not intended to lead him on, but he smelled money and jumped on the statement. He wasn't making anything with Van Halen yet, so he was looking to make some cash anyway he could. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings, well, maybe I did unconsciously. I wanted to let him know, that I knew, how much of a jerk he really was.
After our conversation, Ray went to Alex Van Halen and told him I had been responsible for holding up Van Halen's publishing contract for the new record, while I negotiated a deal for my greatest hits record. The brothers would have freaked out if I had told them Ray offered to make the publishing deal for me. I never said a word about it. After he got involved with the band, I never told Eddie and Al anything about my business dealings, unless it had something to do with Van Halen.
He was able to use these episodes as fuel to flame suspicions that had already surfaced within the band. Despite his misgivings over Danniels' appointment, Sammy says he was completely unaware of the damage he was doing to undermine his credibility.
While this silent war was being waged, south of the border, Marco Monroy had done a remarkable job turning around the fortunes of the Cabo Wabo. Though it still owed a tremendous amount of money to the government, it was holding its own financially. The architect had also hired an experienced club manager to get the place back on its feet.
When Sammy flew down and saw the changes, he couldn't believe his eyes. He also knew he had to gain control of the club from the band, or Monroy's superb rebuilding efforts would be in vain. He paid off the vendors, took over the debt to the government, bought new furniture and remodeled the entire club. I'm telling you, he turned the bar into a showplace. It was absolutely beautiful. Everyone in the band knew the situation with the government had been worked out thanks to Marco's intervention.
I was totally up front about his involvement. If the band wanted to stay in the club, all they had to do was pay their share of the debt owed. I asked the brothers at least ten times if they wanted to stay involved. Eddie and Al would say, 'No, we want out. We want out! He had relocated from Mexico City to take over another club in town. Marco talked him into running our place, and he came in and did a great job.
Since there was no deal in place with the band to sell their interest, I had to warn Marco to back off from what he was doing. I said, 'Marco, you're spending all this money.
You know what can happen. If I don't get this club back from the band, I'm fucked. I can't sell you a piece of the club, because I don't own it. Alex still wanted to give the bar back to the government so they could write off their whole investment. I said, 'If you're going to give it to the government, then I'll take it. I don't want a tax write-off. How are you going to pay for it? What if they come after us?
Though the building boom hadn't reached the harbor town yet, it was close at hand. Property values were climbing steadily, and modern civilization was slowly encroaching on the area. The land the Cabo Wabo stood on was worth millions but, for some reason, that aspect of the bar was lost on the Van Halen brothers. Ray Danniels intervened on Hagar's behalf and had Gary Stamler and Michael Karlin draw up papers to transfer the brother's interest in the club to Sammy.
The singer in turn, went to Ed Leffler's widow and offered her the same deal. She could relinquish the estate's right to the Cabo Wabo or pay its fair share of the debt. She signed her interest over. Hagar then approached Betsy. I grew up in the 80's and people always talk about how dangerous some of the toys were. Yes, there were snap bracelets that lacerated wrists. Sure the pogo ball was a ticking time bomb just waiting to snap a supple young ankle.
And I'll grant you trampolines destroyed many a summer for us young pups. But there were also some good wholesome toys that really lived it up in the 80's. We had Lite-Brite, Operation, and Monopoly to name a few. It surely was a great time to be a youngster. On a seemingly unrelated note. I went to the doctor with a tummy-ache the other day and to my surprise was rushed to the hospital for an emergency surgery.
I think the procedure looked somewhat like the scene when Australian fishermen catch a shark, then hang it upside down and cut the stomach open to reveal the contents.
Only in this case the shark was a rather stupid 8 year old boy. They pulled out two greens and a red, an X and a triangle, a small metal top hat, and what appears to be two packs of Big League Chew. Labels: 80's , monopoly , Retro , toys. Monday, February 26, whats in a name Lately i've been having a lot of violent urges against people who have violent urges.
Like the time I wanted to destroy dereks face when he wanted to destroy my tv with a basketball. I always wonder what it is that stops me from doing these things, then I realize it's the fact that it never happened, but it could have. Posted by kenthanson at PM 1 comments. Lately I've had a lot of sudden violent urges. Like the time I felt like crushing that old lady's legs between my car and the one in front of me. Or a couple of days ago when I was thinking about how fun it would be to dropkick this group of teenagers down the escalator.
And even yesterday when I felt like throwing Kent's basketball through his TV. I wondered what it is that keeps stopping me from doing all of these things. It's not a fear of jail, or punishment of any kind. No, what I think it is, is that in the back of my mind, I'm sure I'll fuck it up and it won't be as fun or funny as I thought it would be. Thursday, February 22, I hate your friends! I hate meeting new people, especially new people who other people hope are going to be a new friend.
I have friends already, I look at my friend spots kind of like a baseball team, and I got all the roster spots filled. It took me 25 years but I finally got a full team I like, I feel like my team could go all the way this year. I look at my friends friends who aren't friends with my like there in my minor-league system. They're close, still gotta work on some fundementals but they won't get a shot at the big leagues unless a starter gets hurt.
It's not like there is a constant barage of people wanting to be my friends, but I'm put in the situation enough that I just want to wear a hat that says "you'll never be my friend", does that make me a bad guy? Posted by kenthanson at AM 1 comments. Wednesday, February 21, Bucket 6 wins your freedom. As a child I hated waking up early unless it was for cartoons.
Waking up at the crack of nine o'clock on a Saturday morning was a weekly ritual for me. I had my favorites. The Transformers and Ghostbusters still affect my moral decisions to this day, but there was one program that really warped my little mind in so many ways: The Bozo the Clown show.
I wasn't a huge fan and rarely made it through a whole show. I don't like clowns at all and, while Bozo and his sidekick Cookie were on the low end of the terror-ometer, my phobia wasn't the reason I couldn't sit through an entire episode. The real reason is that it was fucking boring. Bozo would throw pies and try not to get hit with things propped up on doorways.
Kids would scream with glee, there'd be a cartoon, more screaming, blah blah blah. The set looked like it took place in an old auditorium on the bad side of town.
I'm sure there were used needles and condoms under the bleachers where the kids sat. If you were raised in the 50's, the production values would have been acceptable but I'm from the generation of Lazer Tag; I needed a little bit more Even though I was bored out of my skull there was one part of the show that captivated me.
I'd flip through the channels until this part came on then I'd shut out all distractions around me and glue myself to the screen. If you watched the show then you probably know the part I'm talking about: the bucket toss.
Oh how I loved the bucket toss. The premise of the game which will now officially be known hereafter as The Toss was that a kid was picked out of the audience and taken over to Bozo who was standing in front of six buckets lined in a row. There was a line at one end and the kid took his or her place there. Then Bozo would give them a ping pong ball and they'd have to toss the ball into the first bucket.
If they made it, Bozo would get Cookie to show them what they'd won and then make them toss another ball into the second bucket. Repeat cycle. The further you progressed, the better the prizes got. By the sixth bucket you were winning bikes, candy, board games, all sorts of crap. The best part was you got to keep all the previous prizes too! I loved it and hated it at the same time.
I loved the concept of prizes. I hated that I would never be able to do The Toss. Was it because I'd never be in Chicago? Theoretically I could convince my parents to take me there. Was it because I was too old? Hell no. When this was going on I was right in my prime Toss years. That's right. At the beginning of the show or the end, I can't remember it said anyone could be a contestant but then had a sub-clause that you had to be an American to play. Come to think of it, this is probably where my dislike of Americans began.
I was already pissed at the prejudice being hurled my way due to being born in the wrong country but, on top of that, I had to watch these kids, these American kids win? I remember what they were like. Have you ever watched the movie "A Christmas Story"? They remind me of the kid who stands in line behind Ralphie at the Santa line up. The one who wore the goggles and smelled of tapioca.
Bozo's audience was filled with kids just like that. They were winning bikes while I sat and ate cereal. Or, even worse, they weren't winning bikes while I ate my cereal.
I used to get so irritated watching these kids screw up. I remember being absolutely livid when one of them couldn't even get the ball in the first bucket. I literally got up and screamed at the screen with anguish, "You didn't even try!!!
I have a hard time watching someone else do something and do it badly and that's when nothing is at stake. You put a bike up for grabs, phone in your effort, then march around in Bozo's Grand Parade smiling like nothing happened? Fuck you, you're now my enemy. As a weird aside, I think I attached a bizarre stigma to the kids who participated in The Toss. To this day I still feel that the kids that made it to bucket 6 went on to lead successful lives and are vastly superior to the majority of the population.
The ones that failed miserably are either dead, burn-outs, or on third rate reality TV shows. Perhaps that's why it was so upsetting to know I would never get to play: it was my barometer for future success and I was denied knowing my future simply because I was Canadian.
Later in life I would learn that not being an American is far better than being one but at the time it seemed unfair. Health Care? Screw that, I wanted a bike. Monday, February 19, Super Freaking Smart. The other day I got my first look at what the Apple iPhone can do for me. Lets just say, I was blown away. That thing is amazing. It can do nearly everything. I couldn't stop thinking how smart those people who made it must be. I'll bet they wear pretty big hats. I was lost in thought of Steven Jobs and his crew of brilliant wizards when my mind began to wander.
I thought of the geniuses through time. There is this new Apple-gang, Einstein, Newton, Edison and so on. Then I thought back and back, who is the smartest of them all? Who would I most like to meet? And it hit me! I don't know who it is or when it happened. But, I would like to shake the hand of the individual who first looked at a cow and said, "I'm going to eat that! I'm sure that must have been a long time ago, long before guns and slaughter houses. So that only makes it even more impressive.
I know if you plunked me back X-million years I'd certainly be a vegetarian, simply because I wouldn't know how to kill anything. Small things would be too quick, and large ones too dangerous. I'm not sure how "he" killed that first cow.
But in my mind it looks a little like Rocky II. Labels: Apple. Friday, February 2, My cereals may be dull but my shoes are flamboyant! I turned 25 a few days ago and, since I've been home all week with a bum ankle, I started doing a little self introspection. I wouldn't go so far as to call it soul searching though I do plan to continue doing that. I'll find that damn soul someday. No, what I was doing wasn't serious enough to be considered much of anything. It did have a serious start, what with me trying to figure out what the Hell I'm doing with my life but quickly devolved de-evolved?
I could see the cereal stash from the couch and started studying it. That's a health conscious bunch. At least 3 of those could be found in the cupboards of old people concerned with prolonging their life. Looking at them, all I can think is, "When the fuck did I get so boring? There's your standard shades of Fruit Loops or rather, Froot Loops seeing as proper spelling was tossed to the side once they added a fourth colour.
There are miscellaneous blue rings from all those times Kellogg's and General Mills got riske French hat over the e and hauled out the forbidden blue food colouring. I realize blue isn't so forbidden now but I am a child of the 80's and back then blue foods were considered taboo. I have another rant about this and blue Kool-Aid but I'll save that for another day.
Also in this veritable rainbow are bright red Crunchberry rings and bright purple ones from Frosted Flakes. I realize that technically those should be brown but I've always imagined it turning purple in my stomach so that's how it's going to be.
Remember, we left reality's well beaten path and started blazing our own a while back. Those are not healthy cereals. I'm surprised I didn't get diabetes from eating all that crap.
My pancreas would take yours in a Death Match. I guess that's only if the pancreas is responsible for insulin. Which it might not be. I forget. Anyway, You could look at these rings and as they got further from the centre, the colours would start fading until it was looking just like a tree. Our study done, we may now put me back together with no ill effects and slide down to reality again.
So grown up! And you can't put a cartoon character on a box of Fibre One because it makes other people uncomfortable. What would you even put? A poop with racing stripes and a watch? That's just irregular yes that's some pun-like wordplay. Even the Honey-nut Cheerio Bee can't go on other boxes of Cheerios. People with no imagination would call him on it. Get out of here Honey-nut Cheerio Bee! I guess we weren't quite back to reality.
Don't get me wrong, these cereals do taste kind of good but it's a different kind of good. I'm just lamenting the lack of fun they suffer from. In the end, I suppose I have to accept the fact that, while I am an adult and I can eat whatever I want, I am an adult and will die a young death unless I start following the lead of seniors everywhere and eat dull, earthy, and healthy cereals.
I refuse to start stealing Senokot though. Posted by Gideon at AM 0 comments. Monday, January 29, Moustaches are good for camoflauge. Today I was thinking about job security. I'm probably getting bumped out of my position at FCL. I am fine with this and am actually quite happy. I may be the first person there to ever crack a grin after being told they were getting laid off.
I started thinking about what I was going to do after and then a thought popped into my head. I began to think about what Saddam Hussein's body doubles migh be doing for work now.
His capture and execution must have really been rough on them. Sure it was a dangerous job but I like to think that they reaped some sort of sweet palatial benefits from it back when Saddam was in power. Not only are they out of a job, they're probably hated more than the average Iraqi citzen. At least when I'm done with my job there won't be mobs wanting to string me up. Well, maybe one or two.
Sunday, January 28, Where's the button that says, "I'm feeling hesitant about this. There is a new development in my life that has started to worry me. I recently had the hard drive on my computer crash and needed a replacement. Because I am cheap and impatient I had the guy who fixed it only do a partial install and I figured I would do the rest.
I brought it home and started the long process of reinstalling programs and trying to get a set up similiar to what I had before. It was during this process that my latest cause for worry reared it's head: I am a "yes man" when it comes to computers. If you're familiar with installation procedures you'll know that you're often presented with many screens asking you what to do. These do not bother me. It's their little siblings that get on my nerves. These are the ones that are written in some sort of esoteric computer jargon I know jack shit about computers that tell you something and then you are presented with the options of "Ok" and "Cancel".
At first I was hesitant to choose but not out of fear. I simply wanted more information. This is not usually an option or, if it is, there's more lingo that I don't understand.
After some hesitation I just chose "Ok". Then another screen popped up. More screens. For the most part I didn't even know what I was agreeing to, I was just doing it because it seemed like that's what the computer wanted. If the computer was happy, I was happy. Just saying yes made everything that much easier. When I realized this I felt dirty. The computer was having it's way with me and I was just sitting there happily clicking away. Now, feeling unhappy, I timidly chose the "Cancel" option on the next one and waited to see what would happen.
Another screen popped up telling me that I should have chosen "Ok" and more or less asked whether I really wanted to cancel it. Given the tone of the message it felt like one of those last chance kind of moments and I ended up taking the computer's suggestion. After I'd consented to every single one of the computer's wishes I sat back and comtemplated what had just occured.
I was this computer's bitch and not only that, I was choosing to be victimized. For all I know it had been mocking me and asking me if I was stupid and if I liked what it was doing to me in it's computer-y way and I had been agreeing with it the whole while. This bothered me because I am not a yes man in real life, nor do I just agree to things to make it easier for everyone.
Quite the opposite, actually. But here I was just slutting it up for the computer all because I was ill informed.
A greater man than I could have turned that story into a witty article that drew comparisons between the situation and the lack of sex education in public schools which leads to forced sexual situations. Or perhaps a politically themed one on how the parties force you into agreeing to things that you don't want for veiled promises of what you do want.
Sadly, I am not a great man so all you're getting is a hastily typed blog entry. I quickly grew bored of feeling sullied by my computer and did something else, something which absolved me of my issues and made me feel clean: I checked the standings in my hockey pool then I unplugged the machine.
As it's life slowly drained away I felt more in control. It had it's way with me for a little while but, left to my whims, it was living on borrowed time. With this knowledge secure, I shut it down for the night, went to bed, and dreamed assertive dreams.
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Glasgow Orpheus Choir. Harry Secombe with Orchestra conducted by Frank Cordell. Faith Can Move Mountains. Too Marvellous for Words. Robert Wilson with Jimmy Shand and his Band. The Northern Lights of Aberdeen. From the Vine Came the Grape. Don't Let The Kiddygeddin. The Banjo's Back in Town.
The Yellow Rose of Texas. Roy Fox and His Orchestra. Jack Hylton and His Orchestra. Ray Noble and His Orchestra. Jack Jackson and His Orchestra. Footloose and Fancy Free. The Whistler and His Dog.
Al Bowlly and his Crooners' Choir. Lupino Lane with Teddie St. Denis and Company. Al Bowlly with Orchestra. Arthur Askey with Orchestra cond. Kiss Me Goodnight, Sergeant Major. Salon Orchestra conducted by Nathaniel Shilkret. Elisabeth Welch with Orchestra. Al Bowlly and Jimmy Mesene. The Kentucky Minstrels. This is Worth Fighting For. Uist Tramping Song Come Along. Either It's Love or It Isn't.
Tommy Dorsey and His Orchestra. Dick James with Orchestra. Life Begins When You're in Love. I'm Nuts About Screwy Music. When the Poppies Bloom Again. The Way You Look Tonight. Did Your Mother Come from Ireland. When the Sun Says "Goodnight" to the Mountain. Teddy Foster and His Kings of Swing. Where the Lazy River Goes By. The Changing of the Guard. Orlando and His Orchestra. In the Still of the Night. Where Are the Songs We Sung. Jack Harris and His Orchestra. Have You Ever Been in Heaven.
Alexander's Ragtime Band. Geraldo and His Orchestra. Is That the Way to Treat a Sweetheart. Most Gentlemen Don't Like Love.
You Never Miss the Old Faces. Litania: Music of Krzysztof Komeda. Kultrum: Music for Bandeon and String Quartet. The School of Understanding. Lassus: Missa pro Defunctis, Prophetiae Sibyllarum.
David Geringas and Dennis Russell Davies. Voice in the Night. The Melody at Night, With You. A Long Time Ago. Eternity and a Day. Prime Directive. In Cerca di Cibo. Songs and One Symphony. Whisper Not. An Acrobat's Heart. The Water is Wide. Desert Poems. Easy Living. Valentin Silvestrov. What Goes Around. Inside Out. Hyperion with Higgins. Dans la Nuit. Trojan Women. Promises Kept. Lux Aeterna. Lift Every Voice.
Changing Places. Universal Syncopations. Extended Play: Live at Birdland. The Weeping Meadow. The Out-of-Towners. I Have the Room Above Her. Tigran Mansurian : String Quartets. Stages of a Long Journey. The Eleventh Hour. Elegy of the Uprooting. L'Imparfait des Langues. The Spaces in Between. Piano Solo. Time Line. The Iron Stone. The Wind. The Words and the Days.
Ojos Negros. Time and Time Again. Universal Syncopations II. Being There. My Foolish Heart - Live at Montreux. Crime Scene. Brewster's Rooster. The Light. The Door. Rosamunde Quartett , Christian Gerhaher. The Moment's Energy. Dust of Time.Track list> CD> 1 First We Take Manhattan 2 Ain-t No Cure for Love 3 Coming Back to You 4 Dance Me to the End of Love 5 Democracy 6 Waiting for the Miracle 7 The Future 8 I-m Your Man 9 Bird On a Wire 10 The Sisters of Mercy 11 There Is a War. Rock/Pop/Indie/Alternat. 01/03/ 13,00€ CD DAMGOD DAMAGED GOODS.