Tenacious D Kicked the Devil's Ass Back to Georgia

Tenacious D has always been one of my secret pleasures in the music world. I was introduced to them by one of my favorite not-sons, E, who used to be a frequent contributor here on Bonez. However, his talents far outgrew his Master's teachings and he moved on to bigger and better things elsewhere. Tenacious D is the greatest band in the world of all time (according to them) and is made up of Jack Black and Kyle Gass. I plan on more posts soon featuring Tenacious D and Jack Black's influence in the entertainment industry. Stay Tuned!

Bourrée Duet from Space

I've been a fan of Jethro Tull since discovering an abandoned cassette copy of Benefit at my grandfather's house (No, Grandpa wasn't so hip -- I think it belonged to one of his step kids or something). Sure, I had heard the standard radio tracks -- Aqualung, Locomotive Breath, Thick as a Brick, etc., but most of Benefit was new to me. I thought the album was fantastic from beginning to end and it made me a fan.

Eventually, I would go on to collect everything Jethro Tull had ever recorded and a few years later, when I was managing a record store in Atlanta, I scored some passes for one of those "meet and greets" backstage with the band at the Fox Theatre. My Rock Island poster and original gatefold vinyl pressing of Living in the Past, autographed by both Ian Anderson and Martin Barre, adorn the walls of my home office to this day (almost twenty years later).

They've been around for over 40 years now and some 24 musicians have passed through their ranks, but they're still recording and performing to this day.

Though I must say that both Ian Anderson and I have a lot less hair than we did back in the '70s. :)

Atlanta Weather Update

Megan McGlover tells it like it is.

Devil Went Down to Georgia

Winter Storm '08

This will be brief.

I have to admit that I'm suffering from mild amusement at the moment. We're suffering through the prophecized "storm of ages" down here in Georgia at the moment. You would think from the dire predictions of both the weather stations and the news casters that temperatures should soon be approaching absolute zero and life, if not molecular activity itself may soon be coming to an end.

Why does this amuse me so? Simple. I'm a northerner. I've lived in Michigan for a large chunk of my life, so winter is not really all that big a deal to me. The first year we moved there I was horrified to find that a six inch snowfall did not qualify us for a snow day. We've had an eigth of an inch accumulation thus far and you would think that the trumpets were sounding heralding the arrival of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Lines are building at stores and the tv is letting us know which stores still have milk and bread. School closing reports HAVE ALREADY STARTED.

In all reality, this whole thing will be over by noon tomorrow. Every flake of snow will melt and we'll be back to business as normal. But for a few short hours, people here are absolutely losing their minds.

As long as I don't have to share the roads with them. (They do NOT know how to drive on snow.)