Friday, March 1, 2019

Senses working overtime #201

Vinyl Easy Rider record covers





Records are not like books - getting regularly updated with new covers to tempt the punters, but there are exceptions - especially if they are released in different countries via different record companies.

I bought the American yellow ABC-Dunhill version in NZ way back in time and then lusted after Europe's blue EMI-Stateside version for many years. So when I spotted a mint copy in Chaldon Books and Records for 5 quid... 

I hadn't realised that the blue version was both a photo (the blue tinged cityscape) and a painting (inside the Easy Rider letters), I'd always believed the whole thing was a photo.

It's a gorgeous cover!

Eric Idle

I've started this one this week, so I'll finish: LOL on each page for a start but gets bogged down in name checking all the parties and all the famous (yawn) friends! Still - there's The Rutles stories and the George pictures to keen me interested until the end.


Seth on feeling incompetent

At some point, grown ups get tired of the feeling that accompanies growth and learning.

We start calling that feeling, “incompetence.”

We’re not good at the new software, we resist a brainstorming session for a new way to solve a problem, we never did bother to learn to juggle…

Not because we don’t want the outcomes, but because the journey promises to be difficult. Difficult in the sense that we’ll feel incompetent.

Which accompanies all growth.

First we realize something can be done.

Then we realize we can’t do it.

And finally, we get better at it.

It’s the second step that messes with us.

If you care enough to make a difference, if you care enough to get better–you should care enough to experience incompetence again.



Colour!



Some amazing colour shots bring WW2 to life.

Imagination



Normal objects reimagined (thanks to JW for the alert)

Overtime Ballad Of Easy Rider

We started here, so seems a good idea to end here. The lyrics are very apt for me at the moment:
The river flows
It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That's where I want to be
Flow, river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town

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