Might be eggplant xanadu. Acquired taste. A lot of filler. Not nearly as bad as the other stuff clogging the drain and interfering with the general flow of things.
I'd gladly ban anyone who rides a politicians dick, whatever the stripe.
It's basically against the ethos of the music this community is largely interested in, IMO.
You may not agree with that stance, I don't care.
Dudes ruin the political threads, which start out as an enjoyable read, but then descend into a clusterfuck of arcane, irrelevant detail only designed to promote some wanker politico, or defend one, or demonstrate some intellectual superiority over another dude.
I don't give space to such dudes in the RW, and don't want to in the cyber world either.
I'd gladly ban anyone who rides a politicians dick, whatever the stripe.
It's basically against the ethos of the music this community is largely interested in, IMO.
You may not agree with that stance, I don't care.
Dudes ruin the political threads, which start out as an enjoyable read, but then descend into a clusterfuck of arcane, irrelevant detail only designed to promote some wanker politico, or defend one, or demonstrate some intellectual superiority over another dude.
I don't give space to such dudes in the RW, and don't want to in the cyber world either.
Only thing that is going to eliminate the ugliness on the board is to ignore the sources..
It's no secret that I've been saying this since Day One, but man, i feel like a crazy person for suggesting such a simple common sense approach! People love the drama. And I'm talking about some of my favorite people/posters! I've pretty much given up trying to understand it.
i'm pretty good about ignoring shit when I want to but it's also the frequency of the posts. any thread is rendered useless if half the posts are by the lawyer twins doing some e-courtroom garbage. I can ignore posts but I just completely stop reading threads altogether once they've progressed to a certain point
i'm pretty good about ignoring shit when I want to but it's also the frequency of the posts. any thread is rendered useless if half the posts are by the lawyer twins doing some e-courtroom garbage. I can ignore posts but I just completely stop reading threads altogether once they've progressed to a certain point
haha Please.
You do post about music, but you know exactly what you are doing when you start threads about Syria, Egypt, minimum wage, IRS scandal, Thatcher, "civility on SS", money-laundering etc etc...
Besides all the shitty back and forth in those threads, the endless quoting of long ass passages making every post a mile long is fucking annoying. You don't have to quote 6 people to reply.
HarveyCanal"a distraction from my main thesis." 13,234 Posts
I know I don't always help matters. Sorry for that.
i'm pretty good about ignoring shit when I want to but it's also the frequency of the posts. any thread is rendered useless if half the posts are by the lawyer twins doing some e-courtroom garbage. I can ignore posts but I just completely stop reading threads altogether once they've progressed to a certain point
haha Please.
You do post about music, but you know exactly what you are doing when you start threads about Syria, Egypt, minimum wage, IRS scandal, Thatcher, "civility on SS", money-laundering etc etc...
I don't see how that addresses what my quoted post talks about. i'm fine with whatever people want to post but when people feel the need to dedicate 10 posts in a row to talk shit about texas because HEY ROCKS FROM TEXAS SO HE'S WRONG ON EVERYTHING or nitpick some fact check shit, it greatly reduces the content of the thread. i don't see how you can disagree with that and there are very few people who do it compared to the overall detriment of the site. i'm actually interested in these topics; not so much with proving supreme e-victory over some arbitrary bullshit no one cares about.
I know I don't always help matters. Sorry for that.
I'm slightly moved by the honest self awareness of this statement.
And for some reason it suddenly reminded me of my dream last night in which I was some sort of astronaut. I had gone to mars. The size of the horizon made me re-think the way I was taking pictures. I had to frame shots differently because the horizon was never where it should have been.
i'm pretty good about ignoring shit when I want to but it's also the frequency of the posts. any thread is rendered useless if half the posts are by the lawyer twins doing some e-courtroom garbage. I can ignore posts but I just completely stop reading threads altogether once they've progressed to a certain point
haha Please.
You do post about music, but you know exactly what you are doing when you start threads about Syria, Egypt, minimum wage, IRS scandal, Thatcher, "civility on SS", money-laundering etc etc...
But surely the conspiracy theories of Harvey and Rock-a-logic (tm) are part of the charm of soulstrut. They are ingrained into the culture of the place, so to speak. Soulstrut wouldn't be the same without them.
But surely the conspiracy theories of Harvey and Rock-a-logic (tm) are part of the charm of soulstrut. They are ingrained into the culture of the place, so to speak. Soulstrut wouldn't be the same without them.
I don't think anyone is calling for their ban. They both post and contribute about music...maybe not recently, as is the trend all around, but collectively they have both easily posted more about music than non-RR.
It's one thing to not agree with each other, get heated and get salty and sarcastic. It's another to use cheap shot after cheap shot and playground "I know you are, but what am I?" calibre comments woven into every post.
The former has been part of the board since I've been here and never undermined the overall atmosphere. The exchanges, though sometimes out of line and cringe-worthy, were fun, funny and entertaining.
The latter represents new lows and has permeated almost every thread. Even when completely unnecessary, more recent posters will take it there. It's exhausting in its unrelenting negativity.
They also contribute next to nothing about music.
I know I don't always help matters. Sorry for that.
I am guilty.
I try to follow Herm's lead but it is difficult for me.
I try not to care what people say about me on line.
But I do care about foreign affairs, poverty, racism, injustice and politics.
So I post.
I am working hard at not responding to back and forth nitpicking and baiting.
I used to think I could do it with the best of them.
Now that I have seen the best I don't want to be one of them.
The sad thing is that some of the people with the most to say on these topics simply don't post.
I know from the past that a lot of people who no longer participate in political threads are well informed, concerned and articulate.
I still remember Big Stacks posting sociological research on how people react to successful African Americans. (RE presidential politics.)
JP's posts on the Koran and Islam.
Herm's reaction to Obama's post-Tucson shooting speech in Tucson. (A top ten post for sure.)
Sorry for all the problems I have caused the Soulstrut.
I pledge to post nothing but music related stuff for the rest of 2013.
id love a repost of that story of the legendary dude you knew back in your NY days who chewed glass among other superhuman feats....???
??????and all other story's of that ilk. i love a well spun yarn.
i feel like this place would operate best if it were an actual bar and everyone took turns bartending. not necessarily the drinking, but the social etiquettes borne of the public house. 'no religion no politics' and miscreants and deviators get shown the door.
I pledge to post nothing but music related stuff for the rest of 2013.
id love a repost of that story of the legendary dude you knew back in your NY days who chewed glass among other superhuman feats....???
??????and all other story's of that ilk. i love a well spun yarn.
i feel like this place would operate best if it were an actual bar and everyone took turns bartending. not necessarily the drinking, but the social etiquettes borne of the public house. 'no religion no politics' and miscreants and deviators get shown the door.
Are there any good argument threads about religions? I'd love to angrily shit on other people's beleifs. Some good straw man and eye rolling action, you know. I'm not much of a politics guy, really, other that knowing that all of my opinions are true.
i also don't feel the need to participate in the syphillitic tangentia of the politics/religion/whatever threads because i already KNOW im the best at everything, I don't need to see it on a computer screen to make it truer.
I pledge to post nothing but music related stuff for the rest of 2013.
id love a repost of that story of the legendary dude you knew back in your NY days who chewed glass among other superhuman feats....???
??????and all other story's of that ilk. i love a well spun yarn.
i feel like this place would operate best if it were an actual bar and everyone took turns bartending. not necessarily the drinking, but the social etiquettes borne of the public house. 'no religion no politics' and miscreants and deviators get shown the door.
Not sure if I've ever posted this here but it's appropriate for this thread all things considered.
THE EDUCATION OF DISCO RICH
I started going to bars when I was 16. Friday and Saturday nights featured Nickel Beer and live bands. We went to Rock Clubs with names like Rumbottoms and Hammerheads to see cover bands that included Rat Race Choir, Stanton Anderson Band and The Bonnie Parker Band. (It was the BP Band that set off some pyrotechnics and burned down Rumbottoms ala Great White, but that is a whole story in itself best told at a later time). So by the time I was 19 I was a veteran of the Long Island bar scene but had no ambition or clue that I would actually wind up working in it.
I had moved out of my folks house in the Winter of '77 and was renting a house with a friend Kevin in Huntington Station. I was working running a printing press and the house was pretty close to my job. Kevin worked in the swimming pool installation business but had landed a job in a Disco during the months where swimming pool work was non-existant during the Fall & Winter months. His life was a party, coming home after the club closed with wayward Disco chicks while I tried to get sleep to make my 8 to 5 schedule work. Even though the drinking age was 18 at that time most of the local Disco spots had a 21 and over policy to try to keep out the younger riff raff with fake ID's. Because of this I had never even been to the club and lived vicariously through Kevin's stories and after hours partying.
Kevin was a ladies man, women just gravitated to him like a moth to light. And he took advantage of this "skill" as any of us young single guys would. This sometimes got him in trouble and one night he came home from the club with his arm in a cast. He said he needed me to do him a favor. The club owner told him he could keep his job as long as he found a replacement for the time he would be out with his injury. He asked me to be that replacement. I reminded him that I wasn't even old enough to get into the club but he assured me all I had to do was show up, ask for Tony, and tell him I was Kevin's replacement. So the following Friday I showed up, introduced myself and got the job. My responsibility would be to walk around the club, pick up any empty glasses and bring them to the bar, and be on the lookout for any trouble which I was to difuse. In exchange I was to get $100, all I could drink and a cut of the tips.
That first night, about an hour in, I walked to the lobby and saw a pretty big dude hitting a woman he had pinned against the wall. I went over, grabbed the dude by the shoulder, spun him around and took a giant fist to the eye. The other bouncers ran over and pounced on the dude while his female victim screamed at them to "Leave him alone". My new boss came over, saw my opening day injury and just shook his head. The other bouncers explained what had happened to Tony and said I had shown some balls even if I was on the short end of the exchange. Tony, out of sympathy I'm sure, said "Do you want to learn how to tend bar" and Disco Rich was born.
The bartenders were all very nice guys and all welcomed me into the fold. There was the older(50?) Irish Kevin who drank more than any human I've ever known and had once owned the club before "selling" it to two guys with vowels at the end of their last name. Once a month the bartenders had to pool tip money to get Irish Kevin out of a DWI. There was "JD" who was famous for mixing drinks while being "serviced" by young lady customers behind the bar. And there were brothers Richie & Norman who were both very serious dudes and damn good bartenders. Norman was the big brother with a big handlebar mustache and he was the one who took me under his wing and taught me the ropes. (More on that later)
The club itself held about 500-600 customers and had live entertainment and a juke box. The house band was "The Super Suds Of Rhythm" who did covers of the Disco hits of the day, Bee Gees, "Brick House", "Boogie Oogie Oogie", etc. The crowd was mostly Italian but did have a diverse crowd of regulars ranging from the ultra rich kids of nearby Muttontown and the working class kids I had grown up with. I learned early on that Italians didn't tip, they OVER tipped as shown in Steve Martin's "My Blue Heaven" flick. It was not unusual to walk out with a few hundred bucks on a great night and to a teen in '77 that was serious money. Upstairs from the club there was a rehearsal room where local bands would practice until the club opened for the night. The fact that I would hang out with these rock bands as much as possible earned me the nickname "Disco Rich" pretty early on.
While I didn't care for the Disco music that dominated most nights, they did have "Oldies Night" once a week which is where I got my first exposure to the music industry and the players within it. We had a regular rotation that included Jay Black & The Americans, Tommy James and by far my favorite, Gary U.S. Bonds (Pre Bruce Springsteen re-discovery). Gary was the most down to earth gentleman I have ever met in the music biz. He would help me clean up at the end of the night and tell me stories about his career that I was very eager to hear. Years after I had moved to Texas my folks went to see Gary perform and my Mom approached him to say that I said "Hello". During the show he dedicated a song to my Mom which I will never forget. In hindsight, Gary may be the guy most responsible for getting me into older music and record collecting. If you read this G, thanks!
The job itself was both hectic and fun. Norman had taken on the chore of teaching me the ropes and taught me how to make the drinks of the day like Toasted Almonds, Alabama Slammers and wildly popular Tequila Sunrise. He also made sure I knew the proper etiquette, how to handle obnoxious drunks and the proper protocol for interacting with customers. he specifically taught me there were 4 things that you NEVER engaged the customers in conversation about. They were Money, Politics, Women and Religion. He explains that the combination of alcohol and any one of those topis would never lead to anything good. On most nights the bar was so busy that we would never have time to discuss anything at all, but I took his advice to heart. Norman was an interesting guy who had been a NYC Fireman and had lots of amazing stories. We usually showed to work at 8:00 to set up the bar and get ready for the crowd that usually began to flow in at around 9:30 - 10:00.....we were open and could serve liquor until 4:00AM so we had some long nights. We also had a crew of waitresses who made the job fun, including Nancy, who became famous many years later on the Howard Stern Show as the infamous Nancy Martling.
On one particular Friday night a gentleman walked in at around 8:30 while Norman and I were standing around just bullshitting. He was dressed in a suit and tie, looked like he had just come from the office and did not look like our usual patron. he looked at me and ordered a double Scotch no rocks. I served it and dude downed it right down and asked for another. I poured him another and he put that one down just as fast and asked for a third. At this point Norman came over and said to suit and tie dude "Hey, you need to slow down, we have a long night ahead of us". Scotch dude just stared ahead and said "Give me another". Norman was a gentle giant of a man and kindly said to him "What's the trouble, people don't usually drink like this unless they have problems". The drinker looked at Norman with a very troubled looking expression on his face and said "This has been the worst week of my life. My wife cleaned out our bank account and left me for our Preacher". I couldn't believe what I had just heard. This dude had hit on 3 of the 4 verboten topics of discussion in one fell swoop. I couldn't help myself. I looked at Norman, then at the drinker and said "I just have one question, is she a Democrat or a Republican?" Norman almost lost it and walked away quickly to hide his laughter and I was there staring this poor guy in the face who was totally baffled by my question. He got up and left. And Disco Rich became "one of the boys" that night.
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That's not really fair.
Tell me about this handmadetortillas fellow.
try again
Might be eggplant xanadu. Acquired taste. A lot of filler. Not nearly as bad as the other stuff clogging the drain and interfering with the general flow of things.
It's basically against the ethos of the music this community is largely interested in, IMO.
You may not agree with that stance, I don't care.
Dudes ruin the political threads, which start out as an enjoyable read, but then descend into a clusterfuck of arcane, irrelevant detail only designed to promote some wanker politico, or defend one, or demonstrate some intellectual superiority over another dude.
I don't give space to such dudes in the RW, and don't want to in the cyber world either.
BAN GARY FOR HIS WEB OF LIES
This is the person for the job.
It's no secret that I've been saying this since Day One, but man, i feel like a crazy person for suggesting such a simple common sense approach! People love the drama. And I'm talking about some of my favorite people/posters! I've pretty much given up trying to understand it.
b/w
if you removed the endless political back-n-forth what would happen to the site traffic?
could a flower bloom in the putrid sewage left from the toxic shit dump
haha Please.
You do post about music, but you know exactly what you are doing when you start threads about Syria, Egypt, minimum wage, IRS scandal, Thatcher, "civility on SS", money-laundering etc etc...
I'm slightly moved by the honest self awareness of this statement.
And for some reason it suddenly reminded me of my dream last night in which I was some sort of astronaut. I had gone to mars. The size of the horizon made me re-think the way I was taking pictures. I had to frame shots differently because the horizon was never where it should have been.
I don't get it either but its making me laugh...
Cool tat bro.
Me x100000
But I was raised in NY and can't sit back while people talk shit, especially aimed at me, and ignore it.
I pledge to post nothing but music related stuff for the rest of 2013.
(Unfortunately these music posts will mostly draw crickets)
I don't think anyone is calling for their ban. They both post and contribute about music...maybe not recently, as is the trend all around, but collectively they have both easily posted more about music than non-RR.
It's one thing to not agree with each other, get heated and get salty and sarcastic. It's another to use cheap shot after cheap shot and playground "I know you are, but what am I?" calibre comments woven into every post.
The former has been part of the board since I've been here and never undermined the overall atmosphere. The exchanges, though sometimes out of line and cringe-worthy, were fun, funny and entertaining.
The latter represents new lows and has permeated almost every thread. Even when completely unnecessary, more recent posters will take it there. It's exhausting in its unrelenting negativity.
They also contribute next to nothing about music.
angry and passionate vs miserable and mean
I am guilty.
I try to follow Herm's lead but it is difficult for me.
I try not to care what people say about me on line.
But I do care about foreign affairs, poverty, racism, injustice and politics.
So I post.
I am working hard at not responding to back and forth nitpicking and baiting.
I used to think I could do it with the best of them.
Now that I have seen the best I don't want to be one of them.
The sad thing is that some of the people with the most to say on these topics simply don't post.
I know from the past that a lot of people who no longer participate in political threads are well informed, concerned and articulate.
I still remember Big Stacks posting sociological research on how people react to successful African Americans. (RE presidential politics.)
JP's posts on the Koran and Islam.
Herm's reaction to Obama's post-Tucson shooting speech in Tucson. (A top ten post for sure.)
Sorry for all the problems I have caused the Soulstrut.
that is the problem with Herm's theory (although also, because in the entire history of the internet I've never seen it happen)
people already ARE ignoring those threads.
people are ignoring the entire site.
because nobody has decided to reign it in.
id love a repost of that story of the legendary dude you knew back in your NY days who chewed glass among other superhuman feats....???
??????and all other story's of that ilk. i love a well spun yarn.
i feel like this place would operate best if it were an actual bar and everyone took turns bartending. not necessarily the drinking, but the social etiquettes borne of the public house. 'no religion no politics' and miscreants and deviators get shown the door.
Are there any good argument threads about religions? I'd love to angrily shit on other people's beleifs. Some good straw man and eye rolling action, you know. I'm not much of a politics guy, really, other that knowing that all of my opinions are true.
Not sure if I've ever posted this here but it's appropriate for this thread all things considered.
THE EDUCATION OF DISCO RICH
I started going to bars when I was 16. Friday and Saturday nights featured Nickel Beer and live bands. We went to Rock Clubs with names like Rumbottoms and Hammerheads to see cover bands that included Rat Race Choir, Stanton Anderson Band and The Bonnie Parker Band. (It was the BP Band that set off some pyrotechnics and burned down Rumbottoms ala Great White, but that is a whole story in itself best told at a later time). So by the time I was 19 I was a veteran of the Long Island bar scene but had no ambition or clue that I would actually wind up working in it.
I had moved out of my folks house in the Winter of '77 and was renting a house with a friend Kevin in Huntington Station. I was working running a printing press and the house was pretty close to my job. Kevin worked in the swimming pool installation business but had landed a job in a Disco during the months where swimming pool work was non-existant during the Fall & Winter months. His life was a party, coming home after the club closed with wayward Disco chicks while I tried to get sleep to make my 8 to 5 schedule work. Even though the drinking age was 18 at that time most of the local Disco spots had a 21 and over policy to try to keep out the younger riff raff with fake ID's. Because of this I had never even been to the club and lived vicariously through Kevin's stories and after hours partying.
Kevin was a ladies man, women just gravitated to him like a moth to light. And he took advantage of this "skill" as any of us young single guys would. This sometimes got him in trouble and one night he came home from the club with his arm in a cast. He said he needed me to do him a favor. The club owner told him he could keep his job as long as he found a replacement for the time he would be out with his injury. He asked me to be that replacement. I reminded him that I wasn't even old enough to get into the club but he assured me all I had to do was show up, ask for Tony, and tell him I was Kevin's replacement. So the following Friday I showed up, introduced myself and got the job. My responsibility would be to walk around the club, pick up any empty glasses and bring them to the bar, and be on the lookout for any trouble which I was to difuse. In exchange I was to get $100, all I could drink and a cut of the tips.
That first night, about an hour in, I walked to the lobby and saw a pretty big dude hitting a woman he had pinned against the wall. I went over, grabbed the dude by the shoulder, spun him around and took a giant fist to the eye. The other bouncers ran over and pounced on the dude while his female victim screamed at them to "Leave him alone". My new boss came over, saw my opening day injury and just shook his head. The other bouncers explained what had happened to Tony and said I had shown some balls even if I was on the short end of the exchange. Tony, out of sympathy I'm sure, said "Do you want to learn how to tend bar" and Disco Rich was born.
The bartenders were all very nice guys and all welcomed me into the fold. There was the older(50?) Irish Kevin who drank more than any human I've ever known and had once owned the club before "selling" it to two guys with vowels at the end of their last name. Once a month the bartenders had to pool tip money to get Irish Kevin out of a DWI. There was "JD" who was famous for mixing drinks while being "serviced" by young lady customers behind the bar. And there were brothers Richie & Norman who were both very serious dudes and damn good bartenders. Norman was the big brother with a big handlebar mustache and he was the one who took me under his wing and taught me the ropes. (More on that later)
The club itself held about 500-600 customers and had live entertainment and a juke box. The house band was "The Super Suds Of Rhythm" who did covers of the Disco hits of the day, Bee Gees, "Brick House", "Boogie Oogie Oogie", etc. The crowd was mostly Italian but did have a diverse crowd of regulars ranging from the ultra rich kids of nearby Muttontown and the working class kids I had grown up with. I learned early on that Italians didn't tip, they OVER tipped as shown in Steve Martin's "My Blue Heaven" flick. It was not unusual to walk out with a few hundred bucks on a great night and to a teen in '77 that was serious money. Upstairs from the club there was a rehearsal room where local bands would practice until the club opened for the night. The fact that I would hang out with these rock bands as much as possible earned me the nickname "Disco Rich" pretty early on.
While I didn't care for the Disco music that dominated most nights, they did have "Oldies Night" once a week which is where I got my first exposure to the music industry and the players within it. We had a regular rotation that included Jay Black & The Americans, Tommy James and by far my favorite, Gary U.S. Bonds (Pre Bruce Springsteen re-discovery). Gary was the most down to earth gentleman I have ever met in the music biz. He would help me clean up at the end of the night and tell me stories about his career that I was very eager to hear. Years after I had moved to Texas my folks went to see Gary perform and my Mom approached him to say that I said "Hello". During the show he dedicated a song to my Mom which I will never forget. In hindsight, Gary may be the guy most responsible for getting me into older music and record collecting. If you read this G, thanks!
The job itself was both hectic and fun. Norman had taken on the chore of teaching me the ropes and taught me how to make the drinks of the day like Toasted Almonds, Alabama Slammers and wildly popular Tequila Sunrise. He also made sure I knew the proper etiquette, how to handle obnoxious drunks and the proper protocol for interacting with customers. he specifically taught me there were 4 things that you NEVER engaged the customers in conversation about. They were Money, Politics, Women and Religion. He explains that the combination of alcohol and any one of those topis would never lead to anything good. On most nights the bar was so busy that we would never have time to discuss anything at all, but I took his advice to heart. Norman was an interesting guy who had been a NYC Fireman and had lots of amazing stories. We usually showed to work at 8:00 to set up the bar and get ready for the crowd that usually began to flow in at around 9:30 - 10:00.....we were open and could serve liquor until 4:00AM so we had some long nights. We also had a crew of waitresses who made the job fun, including Nancy, who became famous many years later on the Howard Stern Show as the infamous Nancy Martling.
On one particular Friday night a gentleman walked in at around 8:30 while Norman and I were standing around just bullshitting. He was dressed in a suit and tie, looked like he had just come from the office and did not look like our usual patron. he looked at me and ordered a double Scotch no rocks. I served it and dude downed it right down and asked for another. I poured him another and he put that one down just as fast and asked for a third. At this point Norman came over and said to suit and tie dude "Hey, you need to slow down, we have a long night ahead of us". Scotch dude just stared ahead and said "Give me another". Norman was a gentle giant of a man and kindly said to him "What's the trouble, people don't usually drink like this unless they have problems". The drinker looked at Norman with a very troubled looking expression on his face and said "This has been the worst week of my life. My wife cleaned out our bank account and left me for our Preacher". I couldn't believe what I had just heard. This dude had hit on 3 of the 4 verboten topics of discussion in one fell swoop. I couldn't help myself. I looked at Norman, then at the drinker and said "I just have one question, is she a Democrat or a Republican?" Norman almost lost it and walked away quickly to hide his laughter and I was there staring this poor guy in the face who was totally baffled by my question. He got up and left. And Disco Rich became "one of the boys" that night.