Pale Shelter

Pale Shelter
Tears for Fears

How can I be sure ?
When your intrusion is my illusion
How can I be sure
When all the time you changed my mind
I asked for more and more
How can I be sure

When you dont give me love
You gave me pale shelter
You dont give me love
You give me cold hands
And I cant operate on this failure
When all I want to be is
Completely in command
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Math Prof Rock Star

I swear Pandora will be the end of my wallet. After reading about the Red Elvises show, I created a Red Elvises Pandora station and this was the first song. This band reminds me of The Uninvited.

What other rock songs actually have the value of pi in the lyrics?

Math Prof Rock Star
Jim’s Big Ego

All the girls in the class room think he’s hot
he shows up wearing the sandals with the white socks
he hears them giggling while he’s got his back to the class
he thinks he’s got an eraser mark on his ass
and all the girls from the hall show up to hear him talk
even though most of the time he’s covered in chalk

Math Prof Rock Star!
woo hoo!
Math Prof Rock Star!
oh yeah!
Math Prof Rock Star!
who knew?
When he was young he never thought that he would be a
Math Prof Rock Star
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James Taylor plays Raleigh’s Moore Square

Its strange to see a music star the magnitude of James Taylor play a corner of Moore Square. On the other hand, the unassuming Taylor seemed at home there. The stars align like this maybe once in a million years, so I wasn’t about to let this chance pass me up. My officemate and I played a bit of hookey to see the show.

After catching up on work emails this morning, I took a stroll down to Moore Square a little after 10 to see what was happening. To my surprise, roadies were setting up a modest stage while maybe a dozen fans waited around in the warm morning sun. Then my officemate then called and needed to be let back into the office. Only when I got there did I find out I missed Taylor’s soundcheck by minutes.
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MT meets JT

OMG, I just shook James Taylor’s hand. How cool is that?

I saw before soundcheck that his crew walking to Marbles with a carton of coffee so I guessed that’s where he was hanging out. After today’s show (which I’ll blog about soon) I went to the board of elections to vote, chatted with an old friend there, and then wandered back to Moore Square. As I looked in the windows of Marbles, I spotted an eight-foot-tall man in a wide-brimmed hat lumbering up the sidewalk towards the Imax Theatre. A small group of fans were making their way back to their cars and stopped for some photographs with Taylor, who was gracious in the requests.

As he was about to head inside, I thrust my hand out to him and he shook it.

“Thanks for coming, Mr. Taylor,” was all I could manage.

“Thank you,” he answered sincerely in his quiet way, smiling and then posing for yet another photograph. Sadly not mine, though, as I had ditched my camera after the show.

I didn’t get a photograph, or an autograph. But what I got was enough. I shook the hand of the legendary James Taylor.

OMG.

JT Tickets available

I walked out of the downtown Obama office just now with two tickets to the free James Taylor concert. Looks like the printer issues never got resolved as the tickets themselves are simply photocopies of an original.

Oh well. With all the stuff going on election-wise I suppose putting on a mini concert tour is a lot to ask.

James Taylor tickets not ready yet

I just got back from the downtown Obama headquarters. The tickets for Tuesday’s free James Taylor concert in Moore Square aren’t ready yet. Seems there was a problem with the printer and they all weren’t cut. An Obama staffmember told me he expects them to be in around noon.

Upon hearing this, two fans who had been waiting in a car exclaimed “well, that was a two-hour waste of time.” Those two and one other gentleman were the only other ticket-seekers there when the office opened.

Update: They’re available now.

This is a serious message!

Ex-Beatle Ringo Starr recently posted a video on his website announcing he would no longer be autographing items mailed to him. Its bizarre enough that it practically begs for a response.

This could be the “Kenneth, what’s the frequency?” of 2008. Some have already begun parodying it, like this, this, this, this, and this.

I can’t sit on the sidelines, either: I’ve got to post a parody. Look for a goofy video soon: my first YouTube appearance.