In the interest of trying to tone down the 'all-poli-ranting-all-the-time' thing that has been going on around here recently, I've made a couple of culturish additions to the blog crawl.
One is the highly prolific post machine known as 'Open Culture' which offers up a rapid-fire melange of all that might be (and almost always is) interesting, media-wise, that can be found in the various corners the Interwebz. Today's post is all Iggy, all the time (when it is not Henry Rollins).
The other addition is the much more selective and literary (and for me, at least, almost always a must read) ouvre from 'Brain Pickings'...Today's post is a pretty detailed analysis of some of the writing in K. Cobain's assembled journals.
If Kurt Cobain were alive today he would be 46...Which means that damned kid genius would still be younger than me.
And what's with all this Zeppelin reunion rumour stuff anyway...Little story...In 1977, the summer I finished high school, the guys I was in a garage band with decided to go and see Zeppelin at the recently opened Kingdome in Seattle...I turned them down because I refused to lay out 12 bucks to see four pins on a stage 150 yards away...12 bucks I tell you!...I'm pretty sure Cobain didn't make the trip from Aberdeen 'cause he was only 10 at the time...Then again...
Geez...I just realized that, while it wasn't too angry or rant-filled, I did just write another old-guy post...Sheesh.