Anyone who's spent more than about five seconds in my company will know that I think Boston's More Than A feeling is possibly the greatest song ever written. To be honest I don't know much about the band, I only own the one album and I didn't even know Brad Delp was the singer (since I never read the liner notes) until I read of his suicide last week. From what I've read he suffered from depression and extremely low self esteem and yet was obviously considered by pretty much everyone who knew or worked with him to be a really nice guy.
That really fucking sucks.
So here's a reminder of why the song is so damn good and what a great vocalist Delp was.
Tunes: Kings X: Gretchen Goes To Nebraska
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Pulling Teeth
I had a tooth pulled yesterday. One of the rear left molars on the top. Not one I'm going to miss. Three anesthetics meant there was no pain and everything seems to be healing nicely, thank you for asking. But it's a horrible experience. If I didn't hate dentists so much I probably wouldn't have had to be there but there you go. Lesson learned.
The moment that did it for me was when he snapped the tooth to be able to pull it out, breaking the roots at the tip. It's not the feeling of pressure that's being exerted within your jaw that makes the toes curl but that sharp, crunching sound that echoes around inside your head. You don't feel a thing but you know damn well what it would have felt like had the nice dentist not pumped your jaw full of drugs so you can spend the next few hours drooling out the side of your mouth like a constipated muppet. I didn't mind so much when I could feel him pulling bits of root out but every time he tried to gain some leverage using the rest of my jaw as a pivot all I could think of was to hope that he didn't slip and take a few more out in the process.
It was a good excuse to spend the morning sitting out in the sunshine on Chuffy's nose. Something I haven't done since October of last year. It reminded me after almost getting squashed last week that there are some very good things about living on boats and they're all just about to roll back in. The warm weather's on its way, the geese are getting frisky - never a good thing unless you get off on constant honking - and my tulips (from Amsterdam) are coming through.
Tunes: Rush: Rush In Rio
The moment that did it for me was when he snapped the tooth to be able to pull it out, breaking the roots at the tip. It's not the feeling of pressure that's being exerted within your jaw that makes the toes curl but that sharp, crunching sound that echoes around inside your head. You don't feel a thing but you know damn well what it would have felt like had the nice dentist not pumped your jaw full of drugs so you can spend the next few hours drooling out the side of your mouth like a constipated muppet. I didn't mind so much when I could feel him pulling bits of root out but every time he tried to gain some leverage using the rest of my jaw as a pivot all I could think of was to hope that he didn't slip and take a few more out in the process.
It was a good excuse to spend the morning sitting out in the sunshine on Chuffy's nose. Something I haven't done since October of last year. It reminded me after almost getting squashed last week that there are some very good things about living on boats and they're all just about to roll back in. The warm weather's on its way, the geese are getting frisky - never a good thing unless you get off on constant honking - and my tulips (from Amsterdam) are coming through.
Tunes: Rush: Rush In Rio
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Rubbish Photo Of The Lunar Eclipse
I hereby stake my right as a blogger to clog up the www with rubbish photos of Saturday's lunar eclipse. It looked a lot better in the flesh.
I'm wondering if it has anything to do with the pancake inducing effects of the river at the moment.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Getting Squashed
It's fucking hairy out there tonight. There's a shitload of water coming down the Thames and we're rocking about all over the place. You don't often see waves rolling past your bedroom window but tonight's one of those nights when you wish you hadn't seen Titanic. If just for that nauseous song.
Simon's boat Rhiannon has been pushing up against me and crushing me up against the pontoon. Wayne, Mo and I were out tonight trying to retie her guy ropes to pull her away. Mo and I could hardly push the two boats apart the current's so strong.
Hopefully another dry day tomorrow will ease things up a bit. Ah the joys of boat living ladies and gentlemen. Some days I envy you all and your sturdy living environments.
Simon's boat Rhiannon has been pushing up against me and crushing me up against the pontoon. Wayne, Mo and I were out tonight trying to retie her guy ropes to pull her away. Mo and I could hardly push the two boats apart the current's so strong.
Hopefully another dry day tomorrow will ease things up a bit. Ah the joys of boat living ladies and gentlemen. Some days I envy you all and your sturdy living environments.
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