If I could be any rock star in any place and time, it would have to be Michael Anthony of Van Halen. He was a member of (at least at one moment in time) the biggest god damn band in the whole wide world, fucking-eh. All he really had to do was show up and count to four.
I know it might seem like there are more compelling choices, but think about it. I’m not talking about singers, or songwriters, or musical stylists. I’m saying ROCK STAR. That means, chicks, and money, and cars, and…well you get the picture. He got all that, and then some. And yet, unlike the rest of his bandmates – Eddie, Alex, and especially David LEE Roth – he could walk amongst us completely unnoticed, because he looks more like a Van Halen fan than a member of the band. He doesn’t even look like a roadie.
It must have been awesome to be him. He could have a few beers and a smoke in the parking lot of the Houston Astrodome with some buds. Then it’s showtime. I do wonder if he ever had a hard time getting back stage.
I watched the 2006 documentary Who is Harry Nilsson…(And Why is Everybody Talkin’ About Him)? over the weekend. I’m a sucker for rock documentaries, so I can’t objectively say whether this was all that good. If I learn something I didn’t already know about an artist or band, then I figure it was worth watching.
Nilsson sounds like he really did things his own way, even if it meant bigger success would elude him. He also had a reputation for partying, but not in the jerky rock star mode. More like a guy everyone wanted to hang out with.
You can see this movie on Netflix.
I went for a five and a half mile hike by myself at Pleasanton Ridge. There was hardly anyone out there, I assume because of the 49ers game. It was nice to have the trails mostly to myself, though it did occur to me that I’d be up a creek if I feel or something.
The ShadyBoy arrived and I installed as soon as I got home from work.
Installation was straightforward, but the thing about drilling holes in sheet metal, you better be right the first time.
The nice thing about this model is it’s compact, about 4″ wide in the casing. Opened up its as wide as the Westy is long and deep. It can be cantilevered or supported in wind. How it holds up in blustery rain will be the real proof.
A person who is all ideas and no implementation. The acronym TED stands for Totally Enthralling Demagogue. TEDs are good at describing idealistic future scenarios unencumbered by minor details of execution.
A TED can also be anyone who speaks in public using a headset.
I ordered an awning for the Westy yesterday. It’s a really obscure brand called ShadyBoy. Let’s hope the product doesn’t live up to the name. It’s a shorter, encased awning similar to the more expensive Fiammas.
I learned about the ShadyBoy from a guy at The BusLab who had his Westy in for follow up work on a Subaru engine conversion. He wanted his back in time to get up to Burning Man – which, last time I heard was getting rained out.
I first read about Burning Man in Wired magazine in 1992. Both came into prominence about the same time and both seemed really interesting then. Now, it just seems like one big nude beach – a place that sounds titilating, but is actually full of people you don’t want to see naked. I love how people still talk about it like it’s some obscure event. The first one was a couple hundred people. These days, they’re expecting 50,000 plus.
Burning Man is a relic of San Francisco’s weird Mondo 2000 phase. The time after hippies and right before the tech bubble. Do a Google image search on Burning Man and you might think you’ve found outtakes from a Star Wars trilogy, or worse, live reenactments from “Heavy Metal” magazine.
For those who go, I’m sure it’s fun. To each his own I guess, which is part of why I like living out here.
I took the Westy up to The Buslab Friday for the new bumpers. They give it a little more rugged look.
Tired of watching the nonstop blather about the earthquake, we packed up the car and headed to Point Reyes National Seashore. We stopped in Cowgirl Creamery for lunch. After a pleasant picnic on the grounds of the visitor center we embarked on a 10 mile round trip hike down to the beach. I’ll let the picture do the rest of the talking.
Linda and I signed up for the Big Sur 1/2 Marathon in November and my training officially started on Monday with a 3.1 mile run. The last half I ran was back in 2007 before I blew my knee out skiing. Since then I have run much shorter distances.
The only reason I signed up for this one is the location. It’s in Monterey, CA. While we won’t actually be running around Big Sur, we’ll be close.