Yes, logic and truth tend to be party poopers.
logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead…
When you see someone in your building has had 10 cases of wine delivered and you immediately check whether he has a WB account
…when you consider this thread a safe place.
Brodie … I love how Grace hits all her notes amid the madness of Woodstock. Such a strong timbre to it.
Not to mention it’s dawn and she was likely blazing all night long! ![]()
My total hippie crush.
Reminds me of my girlfriend from Malibu.
She was absolutely flying
To Matthew’s point, she did crush the performance, was quite coherent.
On a different note, apparently things were different back then.
That’s a great example of what repetition and ‘motor memory’ can do: Once whatever it is you are doing is totally locked in, you can then be as totally freaking off your rocker as you like, and the performance can still be compelling.
A true pro can still kill it when flying high. ![]()
It’s also depressing to see the times when people can’t pull it off.
We had all the “don’t take drugs” talk when I was a kid, but there were parts where the grown ups lost credibility. I saw the Grateful Dead play in Reno when I was 14 and when I heard all the grown ups, teachers, people’s parents, and sundry authority figures talking about ‘that acid rock,’ and ‘those hippies,’ and ‘they are all on drugs,’ I remember thinking how wrong they had gotten the whole thing and it made me actually want to delve deeper. “Paradoxical pro drug messaging” is what I call it.
In school, we ended up calling it the “Chuck Norris Effect.” Chuck would never face off against the main villain until Chuck had already been shot, knifed, or otherwise debilitated - because, of course, Chuck had to be diminished in order to make the fight more fair/compelling. Harming Chuck levelled the playing field, so to speak. So, we looked at drugs and alcohol in the same way. Why go to class or take tests sober when the real measure of our abilities would be to do that stuff when we were wrecked.
Anyway, way off topic, but go Grace!
As a newer berserker, this was a realization this Xmas:
… when you look forward to the end of your vacation to be reunited with you cellar
All these boxes are piling up, I’ve got so much work and organizing to do in there — can’t all these people just leave?
Don’t tell Veronique. ![]()
Winner, winner!
Ssssshhhh … ![]()
Loose lips sink ships.
When you don’t care if a label is damaged on a trophy wine because you will never sell it, only drink it
…yet, for a totally irrational reason, it still kinda bugs you anyway…
…after you consume a magnum with your spouse at dinner on Tuesday, you complain that she had more than her allotted 1/3 share.
You now belong to a Berserker subset named “Soon to be Single.”
