Yesterday, September 21, 2011, legendary rock band REM announced they were calling it quits. As a result, I was asked to write a reflection about REM. Being a fan, I was more than willing to do so. The first song I heard by REM was “Radio Free Europe” back in the spring of 1983. I …
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http://youtu.be/qAkubiZhly4 “To our Fans and Friends: As R.E.M., and as lifelong friends and co-conspirators, we have decided to call it a day as a band. We walk away with a great sense of gratitude, of finality, and of astonishment at all we have accomplished. To anyone who ever felt touched by our music, our deepest …
It’s not what you think: http://youtu.be/vK7hZ9CxCfU
Note in the vid how the cookie seems to disappear from her hand, reappears and then disappears again:
Feeling discouraged as a Christian? Falling for the same sins and temptations again and again? Having doubts about your faith? Feeling inept in knowing how to share what God has done for you? Having the wind beaten out of your sails by angry skeptics? Other Christians getting on your nerves? Don’t worry, you’re in good …
Chapter Thirty-Two We were awakened the next day by pounding on our door. “Wake up. We have to be out in half an hour!” Ryan shouted. He pounded again. “Are you awake?” I sat up. “We’re up,” I yelled, hoping he heard how annoyed I was. I looked at the clock. It was half past …
Chapter Thirty-One I looked up and saw Keith’s father. The shock and horror on Keith’s face was something I’d never seen. “Who the fuck let him in?” “I saw your show. You’re quite a performer although I’m not a fan of the music.” “I don’t fucking care. Get the fuck out of my life!” Keith’s …
This is from the Youtube description for this video: “An amazing little girl who had her cleft lip surgery.People ask me why I volunteer overseas so much.. It takes my eyes off me and allows me to remember what life is all about. When we use what we have been given (whatever that might be) …
Chapter Thirty I looked up and my heart skipped a beat. It was Keith’s father. He had the same raven colored hair, but with flicks of silver and though the room was dim, I could tell he had the same blue eyes. “It’s Brigitte, isn’t it? You don’t know me but . . . ” …
This is amazing, the most subtle, visionary use of bluegrass instrumentation which I’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard a good deal. – EPB Oh Jesus. These guys were all toddlers when I was a punk/indie DJ in Charlottesville 20 years ago, and WNRN didn’t exist. The world keeps renewing itself. – Grant Cogswell (www.underthevolcanobooks.com) Haunting …
Poor kitties:
[Update 3/3/2012: In the half year since this was originally posted, Holly has found a photo signed by Ray Davies, upon which he drew a moustache on his face and a copy of the dollar off coupon for “Give the Public What They Want” which was given away at the concert.] [Ed. Note – Shortly …
According to Yahoo/Daily Caller: Newly revealed evidence, never before seen by Italian courts, supports American student Amanda Knox’s chances of being exonerated and released from jail when the appeal of her December 2009 murder conviction concludes later this month. The Italian newsweekly “Oggi” has released a report detailing how police didn’t perform DNA analysis on …
Portland author, Daniel H. Wilson, has a best seller on his hands, Robopocalypse, with Spielberg attached to the potential movie:
Chapter Twenty-Nine “This band from Liverpool saw us play there last year and caught our show last night. They asked us to jam at some club across town. Jimmy and Billy are keen and so am I. Apparently they’re as big in Liverpool as we are in London, so this is a fuckin’ honor.” “But …
Chapter Twenty-Eight Keith was comatose on top of the sheets, fully clothed except for his shoes. The smell of beer oozed from every pore as he snored away. Well I won’t stick around. I want to see York, maybe paint a picture or two. I took my time getting ready, hoping Keith might wake so …
Chapter Twenty-Seven I wished we could stay in Scotland longer. But we had another gig in another town. We made it to York in plenty of time and went straight to the club for sound check. I needed an art store. Ryan dug a pass from his faded denim jacket and handed it to me. …
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