Released 43 Years Ago Today

Elton John: Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy (1975)

This was probably the most-anticipated album release of my youth, and has remained my all time favorite EJ album my entire life. The entire album is pure genius from beginning to end. My favorite song from the album, Better Off Dead, is posted above.

Produced by Gus Dudgeon, it was recorded at the Caribou Ranch in Nederland, CO from June – July 1974. After the successful Caribou album, the prolific musician returned to the Caribou Ranch recording studio in the Colorado Rockies to record his next release. The concept album is an autobiographical account of Elton John and Bernie Taupin and the struggles they faced at the beginning of their musical careers. The single Someone Saved My Life Tonight, is about John’s half-hearted suicide attempt while he was engaged to a woman, faced with choosing her over his musical career (and still struggling with his sexual orientation at the time). His friend and former band mate Long John Baldry convinced him to break off the engagement (whom John’s refers to in the song as “Sugar Bear”). The album also marks the last time that John recorded with drummer Nigel Olsson and bassist Dee Murray until the Too Low For Zero album in 1983. Captain Fantastic makes history when it becomes the first album to ever enter the Billboard Top 200 at number one. For the original LP release, a limited number of promotional copies are pressed on translucent brown vinyl, with each album jacket autographed by Elton John and Bernie Taupin. The album is remastered and reissued on CD in 1995 with the stand alone singles Philadelphia Freedom, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, and Elton’s cover of the John Lennon penned One Day A Time (B-side of Lucy), added as bonus tracks. Out of print on vinyl since 1989, the album is remastered and reissued in 2017. Captain Fantastic And The Brown Dirt Cowboy spends seven weeks (non-consecutive) at number one on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 3x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

Shut Up, You Clown

From Bill Palmer:

There has been yet another deadly school shooting, this time in Texas, and the specter of more dead children left me at a loss for words. I truly had no idea what to say or write about it, because it’s all been said already. Then Donald Trump opened his mouth about the shooting, and let’s just say that more than a few choice words have come to my mind in response.

Shortly after the shooting happened, Trump tweeted “School shooting in Texas. Early reports not looking good. God bless all!” As far as first responses go, this was pretty stupid, but it almost sounded well meaning. Alright, I thought, let’s see what else this idiot is going to have to say on the matter. Then an hour later Trump posted a minute long speech about the shooting, vaguely promising to do everything he can to prevent this from happening again. That’s when I thought of some words of my own.

“Bullshit” was the first word that came to mind. This guy is flat out lying. After the Stoneman Douglas shooting, Trump made the same vague promise, before ultimately cowering in the face of the Russia-funded NRA. Trump is going to pull the same thing here. He’ll generically pretend to care about gun control for a day or two, then he’ll go right back to letting terrorist groups like the NRA call the shots. But it’s what Trump did after this video that truly angered me.

Just a few minutes after pretending to care about this school shooting, Donald Trump began posting a series of dishonest tweets touting his own (imaginary) accomplishments on unrelated issues. Children are needlessly dead on his watch, and he’s beating his chest. By tonight or tomorrow, he’ll be back to tweeting juvenile insults and falsely accusing his political opponents of crimes. When is this clown going to shut up?

Right There With Ya, Tom.

Okay, I know the man is an actor, but this still seems pretty heartfelt.

Lucifer was one of those shows that I grew to love. But like Fox has done with countless other shows I’ve become emotionally invested in (I will never forgive them for Wonderfalls), they pulled the plug. At least this one made it three seasons.

I’m hoping it’s picked up by Netflix or Hulu or Amazon, and we’ve heard some backchannel chatter from the cast members that we shouldn’t give up hope just yet, so who knows?

The season ended with unanswered questions, but it was satisfying enough that if it truly must come to an end, it was a relatively good end.

Warm Leatherette

A couple weeks ago I went to take this album for a spin and to my absolute horror realized that I did not have it in my collection! HOW COULD THIS BE? Well, thanks again to discogs.com, I was able to score a mint, unopened copy for a very reasonable price and was reminded of how much better it sounds on vinyl than on any digital medium.

I also perhaps need to revise my opinion that Nightclubbing was Miss Jones’ greatest album. If you take a step back, you realize that like two sides of a single coin, Nightclubbing and Warm Leatherette are intimately connected. You can’t have one without the other; if you were throw together into a double album you have an absolute masterpiece.

Shower Thoughts

Having kids is a lot like having dogs. Everyone else’s are tidy, smart and well-behaved and you’re just happy yours didn’t shit on the floor today.

Released Forty Seven Years Ago Today


Carpenters Carpenters (1971)

This was the first (but not the last) Carpenters album I bought. My love of the Carpenters probably should’ve been a good hint for my parents, y’know…

Dad never cared for Karen’s voice. I remember he once said, “She sounds like a cat in heat.”

I’m Just DONE Today

https://twitter.com/voenixrising/status/994660346009862144

I’ve worked other places where I barely tolerated some of my coworkers (cough, DISH, cough), but I can’t honestly say I absolutely despised the lot of them the way I do at my current job. Granted, I have never worked for a government agency before, so maybe ineptitude and sloth are just business as usual and what’s expected, but the arrogance that some of these people throw while not doing their jobs is just infuriating.

Paranoia runs rampant. I have written before about one of the techs I work with who keeps paper records of everything she does for fear of being reprimanded for not having answers if questions come up regarding any particular task she may have worked on and ironically is—for lack of a better term—a corporate tattletale. I’m convinced it was her running back to our boss that got two contract techs fired last year for the most innocuous reasons.

As if I needed any more proof of her proclivities, the other day she came back from lunch and couldn’t wait to tell me about a homeless woman she saw at the local Circle K who was filling up an empty soda bottle from the soda machine and muching down on taquitos while she did it—and how my coworker then ran to the clerk (who has hip deep in customers at the time) and interrupted everything to tell her about it.

Okay, it is petty theft, but couldn’t you have just walked away without saying anything?

Apparently not.

And then there’s the other guy I work directly with. He’s reasonably friendly, but some days gives me attitude for no reason at all. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, buddy? His queue isn’t any worse than mine, yet he disappears for hours every. single. day.

Don’t get me started on our Network Security and Networking groups. They have everything so fucking locked down that in many cases we don’t have the rights to effectively do our jobs. I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO TAKE A MACHINE OFF THE DOMAIN IN ORDER TO INSTALL A PIECE OF SOFTWARE THAT OUR OWN APPLICATION PEOPLE WROTE!! “Installation of this software is blocked by network policy” or “A referral has been returned by the server.”

It’s just ridiculous.

Released 41 Years Ago Today

May seems to be a month where a lot of good music from days gone by was released.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E38Ob5hut8&list=PLrpyDacBCh7BSproKDoZBGbLZGArqIF5s

Donna Summer: I Remember Yesterday (1977)

The summer when you couldn’t turn on the radio without hearing I Feel Love. Good times.