Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Buried in the depths of a virus riddled hard disk lived a gathering of images from the beginning of July when daylight and lack of precipitation allowed me to go adventuring without a tripod and fully watertight outlook. They were retrived and since then said hardisk has imploded. I sleep more than i wake or bake these dreary days. 17 out of 24 yeasteryman.
Kev Garwood has gotten a new Lifecycle Shirt design done in these three colors go here.
My brother Ted likes to get wasted and ride around all over london in the early hours crashing into stuff and loosing bikes. Well he might not like it but he does it anyway. This time he lost his bmx. He doesnt know where he lost it prehaps somewhere near Wapping?. If you know anyone who has it let him know so he can get it back. As you might beable to see form the pic is pretty well deacked out with profile ss hubs profile gas pedals and his custom redwine powder coating on the hawk frame standard race forks, oddyssey cranks and civilian bars. It alaso has a distinctive seatpost with a large alloy rail and top of post clamp thing to use with a regular post. Keep an eye out in london, prob brick lane on a sunday, specifically.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Hidden schintz passing border patrol goin easy cos self policing is tighter than the arses of prisoners of rain and Rihanna. The problem and the soluition are both purchased at the same depot fannyangle. I think fecal ships made the journey south to bedlam weeks prior. Polish those boots they have Lack of lustre and offend sense more than words can last in a sardine tin of potential Whipping boys. Limit the velocity by increaseing policing, decreacing karma allowances, and let the blind lead the poisnous lead dead braintissue weight. Who hates to run i love to run make rash decisions laugh at yourself. Falseifing gestures of goodwill and rolling a carpet of freindly soles to polish the sodden boots wont stop your shit from stinking. Its war out there and i think suicide is a good idea when youre only gonna have to kill thousands of potentials to preserve your own hacked together ideals and pathetic excuse for a life. Karma will come around, but maybe burning a bridge especially when getting back after you've burnt all the greenest greener grass only means that banjo string can take a well earned rest.
All that just not worth documenting but its done now dispite the spite and great fucking jumbo speditions. Tea, bisciuts, bath, and pray to the whatssit oversized calculator.
Yall'd better get yer blinkers on.
You can't walk down a street without running into someone - whether preteen, grandma, or hot dog vendor - singing some part of Rihanna's "Umbrella." Aloud. And loud. Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh. And so it goes. The single's had an interminable presence since it debuted less than four months ago, as it's hovered at the top of the Billboard Hot 100 for no less than 14 weeks. Its ebullient hook and strong emotion also helped redefine Young Ms. Fenty into a bona fide, larger-than-life pop vixen - Little Miss Sunshine, as it were.
But "Umbrella" was not initially meant as a love note from Rihanna to her man-friends. "Umbrella" scribe Terius Nash, aka the Dream, wrote it as a wartime lullaby, for his people who are stationed in Iraq. "Emotionally, I was tapped into what the world was goin through - the war. We losin a lot of those people over there. Most of those troops are from Georgia," says the singer / songwriter, who resides in Atlanta. "I have a best friend that was in the Army. I have another friend that was injured. To me, 'Umbrella' meant a lot emotionally about what the country was going though. I don't think the times we're in are really as bad as it was back in the day, but we ain't never seen it before. You can hear somebody tell you but you don't really know how the '60s went down until something pops off and it's like, 'Wow. Can you believe a human being could do that? Yeah, they really could. People have that power to cause harm. I felt like that song had the power to deliver us from some of that."
And so "ella, eh, eh, eh," and its melancholy vocal dip take on new meaning - its relevance and resonance make a little more sense, perhaps. The sentiment and the melody - the image of the actual umbrella - provide a kind of psychic shelter for a country in turmoil. Those people belting it on the street - maybe they just need it. Need something simple and sweet.
Rihanna wasn't the first recipient in line for the song. "I wrote it for Britney Spears," says Dream, who had penned "Me Behind the Music" for Spears and Madonna two years prior. "She was going through a lot at that particular point, especially with her kids. I wrote it from the perspective of how a mother would sing to her children whenever they're going through something. And it actually transcended into meaning a lot for everybody."
"When the Sam Cooke-loving, Diane Warren-worshipping scribe wrote "Umbrella" - in 17 minutes, so he claims - he had just come off a modest but successful run of hits. Well, it was a hustle, mostly. He had "Me Against the Music" and B2K's "Everything" under his belt. He'd begun work on Complicated, the 2005 album by R&B queen Nivea - who, a year later, would become his wife. He wrote "Bed" for J. Holiday. "Umbrella" eventually landed in the hands of Def Jam head LA Reid - who passed it on to Rihanna, case closed."