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You know the worst part about being older than you are? You’re still young when all your favorite people die off around you.

As a lot of you know, I’ve been doing the whole “music commentary” thing, and there’s been some Kingston Trio on it, because I like them. Their sound had a nostalgic quality to it, with their three part harmonies and banjo, that even masters like Pete Seeger and Arlo Guthrie didn’t quite match for me. Their style of folk playing expanded my awareness of different types of songs and styles, throughout all the different ballads they played.

Goodbye, Mr. Reynolds, I’ll hear from you again soon.

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Primer to listening to The Kingston Trio:

1: Tom Dooley
2: MTA
3: Where Have All The Flowers Gone
4: Merry Little Minuet
5: Reuben James
6: Get Away John

Now you’re ready for the rest of the catalogue.

Actually, everytime I watch O Brother, Where Art Thou? I’m suprised this isn’t in it. It’s a good song to show just how great of a singer Ray Stevens is, he’s not just a comedian to music. That’s just about it, a plesant song to listen to, a cover of an oldie-time radio show’s intro.

Yes, I’ll admit my most dirty of shames… I’m a proud John Denver fan. I’m sorry, but there’s just something almost perfect about his voice and honest about his songwriting that entrances me. Especially early in his career he could turn a phrase so well that you thought that living in a log cabin in the Rockies was peaceful, quaint, desirable, exciting, romantic long before we found out that it causes you to go insane and mail out bombs and write manifestos. Aspenglow is kinda like a 2 week vacation in the forest around Vail in the winter, without the horrible inconviences like being trapped in a blizzard, having to hike 90 miles to the place, or even leaving the comfort of your airconditioned home. It’s pure idealism, but so idyllic I can’t help feel a tug to go into the mountains for a day or two. Of course, I live in Bakersfield, that wouldn’t be so bad…

I don’t like to do this, but since I’m in a damned foul mood this morning that I’m not sure even the Killers and Gordo is going to break me out of, I’ll do it. F’it and all that, toujours l’audance, carpe diem, oooga booga.

1- I am blind in my left eye, and therefore cannot drive on the Fourth of July, as I have no natural parallax. When I get hit by a strobe light the world becomes as real as a black-and-white picture. Everything goes completely flat and I have no damned idea how far away anything is, so I’m the guy pulling over for the Ambulance at night when it’s still five blocks away ’cause if I wait ’till it’s right there… I’ll hit it.

2- I am incapable of pronouncing the word “specific”. At all. I simply cannot do it, it comes out “pacific”. And I don’t even like that ocean.

3- I was a “war hawk” until I read Warday by James Kunetka and Whitley Strieber (before he went insane). After that book I could never look at our nuclear arsenal and feel anything but dread. James was a very nice man and answered several emails from me, I hope to meet him one day if I attend UofT-Austin.

4- I don’t like Dodges, Fords, or Chevies. I like Plymouths, Mercuries, and Oldsmobiles. For some reason I just can’t get behind the big names, I like the added flair of the slightly more upscale lines. Fury, Cougar, and Cutlass 4TW.

5- I am now on day 17 of “wear nothing but blue”. Stiener power.

6- Miniature Rules is a horrible accident. It was created to lie, cheat, and steal our way into ComicCon 2007. It was successful. If I knew then what I know now, it would have been a Starslayer or a Specter.

7- I have been known to relive the most horrible parts of my life in my dreams. I don’t sleep well.

8- I do not care whether I win or lose at Battletech. The last time I caught myself doing so, I locked my dice away for a month. It’s a game, worrying about it ain’t worth it.

9- I will not buy a Toshiba product. Ever.

10- I believe in following a sport team from each division, so that I can have a dream championship. Therefore I am a Packer-Steeler fan, a Lakers-Celtics fan (although I don’t like the Lakers now ’cause I don’t like Kobe), Red Wings-Penguins fan, Dodgers-Twins fan. I don’t follow US soccer.

11- I drove my first car a total of 148 feet. I drove my 5th car a total of 250,000 miles.

12- I have been on all but 4 numbered highways in California. 84, 92, 116, 121.

13- For two years I went by Dave. No part of my name includes the name “Dave” or “David”.

14- 7 of my 10 favorite songs were released in the year I was born, 1972.

15- I knew the instant my cat Kyra had died, even though I was 120 miles away. There are things stranger than fiction.

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Today’s Music Commentary was to be “One Too Many Mornings”, as performed by the Kingston Trio. As I can find no YouTube/Google video of it, we’ll just let it pass with the following comment: I like Bob Dylan songs performed by people other than Bob Dylan.

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This one goes on the “Battletech Soundtrack”. “Um, what?” you say. I love the imagery in the song, so much that when I created my characters there was an old priest who had gone into the military as a chaplain and fought along side the unit that was his parish. I needed a name for this priest, who pilots my LST-47RT Last Rites, and I was listening to music when this came on. Combine this with a little A.C. Clarke and you get one of only two characters who has a name that I didn’t come up with on my own: Father Duncan MacKenzie. (Picture William Christopher from M*A*S*H).

That said, the song itself is amazingly bleak and dark, like a Poe story or some such thing, of lost love, deep despair, futility. It’s then all backed up by an arrangement that was quite good for 1966, and it’s strings are very fitting for the tone the song sets. It is, quite simply, my favorite Beatles song.