My seventeen-year-old stepson is an aspiring guitarist with eclectic tastes in music. He is my conduit to what the kids are listening to these days. Last night he gave me a handful of discs to check out.
The band that has captured my attention is As I Lay Dying. The c.d. is entitled “A Long March (The Early Recordings)”. As the title suggests it is re-released material that came out before 2003’s “Frail Words Collapse” and the 2005 record “Shadows Are Security” (which I have not heard yet, being out of the loop as I am).
Musically, these guys are hardcore; minor keys, fast tempos, big drum and guitar (detuned 2 steps) sounds. Singer Tim Lambesis is a growler/shouter. The twist is in the lyrics, which are not rage based but rather center on Christian themes and enlightenment.
They don’t come across as preachy; the lyrics are presented as personal experience, not advice. Also, they don’t market themselves as a “Christian Rock” band. I will be checking out their more recent recordings.
Shortly after I was diagnosed with M.S., I read that yoga might be beneficial. I have been practicing a few poses that were recommended and I feel that they have helped with, among other things, dexterity in my hands. I got a kick out of this article about a “Yoga Bus” for commuters in Israel.
AP Photo/Ariel Schalit
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Tags: As I Lay Dying, yoga
Jayne d'Arcy wrote,
Good grief! Ryan is 17??? I still have that photo of him in his little leaguer uniform.
I love (!!) the idea of a yoga bus. Very cool!
Link | February 22nd, 2007 at 12:30 am
Patrick wrote,
Yo, guy, when is it you get diagnosed? and I thot Ryan was in his twenties. O’ course I am so far outta da loop, it will be sixty years before Houston builds its mag-daddy-tollroad loop Beltway HWY 42 through College Station, and youse all can come visit me.
Now that I know some of this, I am pardoning myself from commenting on things I know nothing of. Reminder: in my case, hardcase/ soft head, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
That’s all i got: yo’, guy, da’ bus!? Israel has commuters?
Maybe we will catch up on these revelations pre-January 2008 some sunny day when time is on our side. Thanks again to youse two, J and J.
>pd
Link | January 25th, 2008 at 10:11 am
Patrick wrote,
Now on to AILD
When I try to put a describing word to an artform, I stick to my age-old formula: WWMMS — What would My Mother Say?
Mom would say “Gruesome.”
Then I am more confident to put my own word to work:
I would have nerve to say: “Cantilevered.”
And since I have had a teenager in the house for the past 27 years:
He/she/it would say: “Ooooh, sick!”
Can we target it now? I think so. Thanks to blogger capture.>pd
Link | January 25th, 2008 at 11:54 am
Pribek wrote,
“WWMMS — What would My Mother Say?
Mom would say “Gruesome.””
Nonsense-I’ve seen and heard your Mom play boogie-woogie on the piano. She would be kind, tolerant and inwardly scoffing.
“Then I am more confident to put my own word to work:
I would have nerve to say: “Cantilevered.””
My own word-”Flying Buttress-hole”
“And since I have had a teenager in the house for the past 27 years:
He/she/it would say: “Ooooh, sick!””
A common trait among aging bay-boomer’s is the assumption that they are “hip” enough to pry genuine information/opinions from teenagers about what they listen to/watch etc..
Link | January 25th, 2008 at 12:07 pm
Pat wrote,
Guilty as charged: I am a ‘Bay-Boomer. …and it is a low blow me bringing my dear boogie-woogie-ing mother into this discussion, I am a no good son, aged, worthless prime bottom-feeding ‘Bay-Boomer.
So without referring to others, I will put my comment in reverse order, and take full credit — Sick, Gruesome, Cantilever.
It turns out, when I close my eyes and listen to the recordings, I am seeing Road Runner and Wile Coyote, and I think that’s my final answer.
beep-beep >pd
Pat’s last blog post..Tat not for Tit
Link | January 28th, 2008 at 12:22 pm