Posts by recordari
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"Man, that aftershock was a bit of a twatcock"?
Cocky rhyming slang?
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Hard News: The Public Address Word of…, in reply to Megan Wegan,
And the winner is...
Hardly seems worth playing any more. -
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In 1993 we were in Hampstead, and there was a little cake shop that made an amazing cake called a Lareaux [sp], which was layers of chocolate, almond spongy bit and various other thin layers of flavour, imbibed in some liqueur, which we never quite worked out. We have hunted high and low for something similar, and while Voilà in Sandringham does a number of nice French style cakes, this one was unique. We asked for the recipe at the time, which was received with a hearty laugh and 'Monsieur, that is a secret!'
Apparently, according to Google, still a very well kept one, but then I could just be spelling it wrong.
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Unknown Mortal Orchestra
COIL
For some reason all week I've wanted to listen to this, as it seems to capture the pervading feelings.
Also having just discovered Sufjan Stevens, thanks, as is common, to Troy Ferguson's Rock 'n' Roll Wire, (here in Feb next year), I've become a bit hooked. The Age of Adz was released recently and here's a free download of Too Much. This album is more eclectic than last, so far.
Hope it's Ok to drag in some more music.I'm U2ing tonight, so avoiding too many previews. Have a great weekend.
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Cracker: Dig This!, in reply to Ian Dalziel,
This mellon rouge
Is old hat.
When linus app-alling
I favour ubuntu.;-p
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Hard News: Do you like what we've done…, in reply to Ian Dalziel,
Doh! Still blaming iPhone. Seems there's a whole domain name dedicated to my folly. http://www.hamner.co.nz/
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Hard News: Where nature may win, in reply to ChrisW,
Thanks. I like the sentiment in the photo. Nature may have won, but the lights still shine for the departed, and those left grieving in the dark. Or something more poetic and worthy.
And Jacqui, that’s pretty much where I got to, and thought seriously about not posting the song lyrics, but it sure gave some perspective to it all. It was written in 1947. [Edit] Checked reference from YouTube.
Ditto: Matt.
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Lovely story. Hardly sounds like a cakewalk.
[Pause]
If you like reading about cakes, you might also like this.
Baking Cakes in Kigali: A Novel by Gaile Parkin. Set in Rwanda, it manages to deal with some of the recent atrocious history without getting overly political, while focusing on day-to-day activities, like baking cakes. We really enjoyed it. -
Woody Guthrie: The Dying Miner
It happened an hour ago,
Way down in this tunnel of coal,
Gas caught fire from somebody's lamp.
And the miners are choking in smoke.Goodbye to Dickie and Honey,
Goodbye to the wife that I love.
Lot of these men not coming home,
Tonight when the work whistle blows.Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.It looks like the end for me,
And all of my buddies I see.
We're all writing letters to children we love,
Please carry our word to our wives.We, found a little place in the air,
Crawled and drug ourselves here.
But the smoke is bad and the fumes coming in,
And the gas is burning my eyes.Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.Forgive me for the things I done wrong,
I love you lots more than you know.
When the night whistle blows and I don't come home,Do all that you can to help mom.
I can hear the moans and groans,
More than a hundred good men.
Just work and fight and try to see,
That this never happens again.Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.My eyes are blinded with fumes,
But it sounds like the men are all gone,
'Cept Joe Valentini, Fred Gussler and George,
Trapped down in this hell hole of fire.Please name our new baby Joe,
So he'll grow up like big Joe.
He'll work and he'll fight and he'll fix up the mines,
So fire can't kill daddy no more.Dear sisters and brothers goodbye,
Dear mother and father goodbye.
My fingers are weak and I cannot write,
Goodbye Centralia, goodbye.