A ship was turning broadside to the shore / Splish splash I was raking in the cash

Brian Eno, as always, gets it in the March Mojo, when asked if musical innovation is possible now:

It’s as though the palette that musicians have available now is every style that has existed over the past 50 years or so. I mean, I even see it with my daughters. The content of their Ipods is completely, insanely, eclectic. They’ve got everything from doo-wop to hip hop and everything in-between. Which, when you think about it, it’d be as if I would have listened to music frm 1906 when I first started listening to music. It’s ridiculous! Even stuff from ten years earlier seemed hopelessly out of date then.

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This is still completely original behaviour but it doesn’t look original because we’re re-combining blocks that we think we recognise. But once they are recombined you hear them differently.

You can almost forgive the guy Coldplay and U2…

Now playing: Diplo

Everybody's got to live their life / And god knows I've got to live mine

You know what really pisses me off? No? OK, I'll tell you since you're here. It's people who don't know how to bloody well say thank you!

In particular people who email, Facebook message, or IM me to ask me a question. I get probably a dozen requests for information of one sort or another every week: do you know where XXX is these days; when are you going to re-release XXX; where can I buy XXX; what's the name of the third track on side two of XXX, and so on.

I'm very happy to oblige and I always try to offer quick and friendly information.

Most folks fire back a quick thank you and all is fine. But about 20% don't bother, and, yes, it pisses me off more and more. Indeed, there was one guy a week or two back who asked me a question. I replied. He came back with another, then another and I answered them all. Then nothing.

It's not too much to ask surely, a two word response.

Just sayin....

Oh my, oh my / Have you seen the weather

from Scoop.

What a cruel thing to pretend / What a cunning way to condescend

This is the 24hr Apple shop in 5th Ave:

This is the local Bali Apple store's delivery vehicle. I'm not sure whether to laugh or sob uncontrollably (note the rust around the badge...it was worse around the front):

That was me......

And yet, after 8 years of pulling my hair out in large clumps each time George W. Bush stood at a press conference with another world leader, I feel a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders by the mere fact that Obama was not embarrassing. Policy positions aside: what a relief to not feel utterly humiliated as a citizen after watching our Commander in Chief take the foreign stage.

I know others felt the same way.

[From Jeffrey Feldman: On The Joy Of Not Cringing At Our President]

Indeed..and I'm not even one of you....