Month: April 2007

Things I didn’t do as a child

I never had an imaginary friend. Ironically, I’ve recently made one, and have been writing to A.B. occasionally for the last week and a half. This makes more sense than it might first appear to.

I didn’t write vast tomes of fiction/poetry/what have you except for school assignments. Okay, there was that one letter to the girl down the road, but it’s long gone and will never see the light of day.

Can’t think of any more offhand. Anyone else?

Today is the day for some solo flamenco Spider-Man

It’s on rare occasions that I visit the free download or recommended links on websites, because they’re invariably linking to stuff in which I have no interest whatsoever. But today was an exception, and an exceptional exception at that: I found two tracks that are worthy not only of adding to my library but of blogging.

The first is something of a novelty item, granted, and I didn’t technically follow Amazon’s link to find it (it came from another site) but it’s still fun, and not just for the title — David Gillis’s The Theme to Spiderman – Acoustic Flamenco Solo Guitar Instrumental. It’s just… well, exactly what it says it is, and unlike Michael Bublé’s take was released without a Major Motion Picture™ to support it. I may just have to recommend it to Brian Ibbott.

The other is right off today’s edition of Amazon’s free downloads page, Apollo Sunshine’s Today Is The Day. I do love the rockabilly, and this one’s got the drive and the straight-ahead lyrics (now if that grass looks fun to roll in, then roll in that fun grass / look at that bird, he can fly, don’t you wish you could fly) to qualify, and even some surf-rock elements that give it that extra sumpin-sumpin. Good stuff, that.

(More astute readers will observe that both tracks are by male artists, which is in itself a remarkable occurrence on this blog. To redeem myself slightly I’ll point out that I found the initial link on a page that linked to Oh Camille.)

Not naked

My watch hasn’t magically reappeared, but I was able to find the one it had replaced. I’d forgotten what had prompted me to replace it—I like the look of a full face, with individual dials for day of the month, weekday, hour, and even phase of the moon—but it became apparent when I replaced the battery and attempted to set the time: the stem came off in my fingers!

Fortunately I was at one of an apparently small number of jewellers that has a watchmaker on site, so an hour later I had a completely functional timepiece on my wrist again.

History repeats

Just finished reading the first two parts of a 1978 interview with Douglas Adams and listening to a segment of the source material. Despite being one of the funniest writers around, he comes across as serious and thoughtful, which is the impression I’ve always had of him through other material, particularly Last Chance to See.

It’s quite a departure from the interview that kicks off CBC’s new Rewind podcast. Barbara Frum’s valiant attempt to interview one of Charles Manson’s followers left me disturbed and more than a little shaken, and podcast host Michael Enright’s tag didn’t do much to assuage that feeling. (Producer (I think) Paul Gorbould has an alternative version on his blog, as well as a bit more information on the podcast and the CBC Archives.)

Barbara Frum died of leukemia fifteen years ago last week, and Adams died of a heart attack in 2001.