Odds And Sods

A little homage to The Who, a band that always sounds great at top volume..anywhere, anytime.  Here are some bits that have been rattling around this Middle-Aged Head:

I’ve been streaming an oldies station from Los Angeles, KRTH-FM,  while at work.  As a radio geek, I love this station because it’s resurrected classic jingles and bumpers from the 70’s.  These transitional bits make hearing well-worn oldies sound fresh…that, and pitching up the music… help revitalize a classic sound, something that’s missing from the majority of oldies stations. 

Speaking of Los Angeles, am I the only person who is sick and tired of hearing The City of Angels called L.A. ?  Yeah, it was hip in the 70’s and 80’s, but the moniker has worn out it’s welcome.  Hearing LA makes me think of the phony and disposable culture created on the West Coast, all centered around the entertainment industry.  I think of boob jobs, Botox and blow.  I prefer Los Angeles because it reminds me of “Chinatown” and “LA Confidential”, two great modern noir films.  Both are set in the 1930s and 40s, a time when Los Angeles was a small city with stucco buildings and bungalows, classic hotels like the Chateau Marmont;  the Collesium, Graumann’s Chinese Theater, and Griffith Park.   I like the way Los Angeles flows over the lips; LA sounds like a throwaway comment.  It’s supposed to reflect the laid-back lifestyle of California.  Instead, it sounds dated.

I’ve been enjoying more classic films lately.  Friday night, I saw Alfred Hitchcock’s “Notorious” with Cary Grant, Ingrid Bergman, and Claude Raines.  I tried watching “Citizen Kane”, and although I appreciate the classic elements of film displayed, I only made it halfway through the film.  It had a very heavy feel to it.  Not that I was expecting anything lighter, but it was very intense.  I wasn’t prepared for it.

I did something yesterday that I hadn’t done since 1997.  I gave blood.  I understand that people should give blood because it’s the right thing to do and it takes very little time.  Really, there’s no excuse NOT to give blood.  Yesterday, though, if there was a reason not to give, I found it.  I walked in around 2:30pm.  I didn’t have an appointment, so I needed to wait. I waited an hour before I saw the nurse for a preliminary interview.  By the time I went through the entire process, it was almost 5pm.  The consolation:  a free movie pass.

It’s March, and it’s time for the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament..and I don’t care.  Having played the game through highschool, and enjoyed the game through my 20’s, I haven’t kept up with progress of the season.  So, for me, “March Madness” is anything but.  I like watching games, but I have no opinion about who wins or loses.  I used to live and die basketball, but no longer.  I do have one question:  Who the hell is Northern Iowa, and how did they knock off Kansas?

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2 Responses to Odds And Sods

  1. auntysocial says:

    Yay for you on giving blood!! Granted, it’s a pain in the arse having to hang around like that but in waiting to be seen, you’ve just helped someone whose body won’t. 🙂

    • megawfa79 says:

      My goodness, Auntie! You’ve been busy today catching up on your reading. I’ll try to kill 3 birds with one stone in this reply. Glad you’re keeping up with my stuff with a subscription. I haven’t been inspired to write as before. About Americans and their fascination with the Irish: not sure, but it might have to do with ancestry. Lots of folks in Boston, NYC, Philly, Chicago and other eastern US cities have family members who immigrated from Ireland to the US. I did. He came from Belfast, but I suspect he started in Scotland and was shipped to Ireland when Sutherland cleared out the Highlands. It could be the fascination has to do with the accent. Myself, I love you hear any UK accent. I’d move there in a heartbeat. While I was waiting to give blood, I watched people coming in and out.

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