Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Catching the Bullet




There are innumerable reasons why the Roman Empire grew and just as many for why it collapsed. It is very difficult to back up simple reasons for the things that happened. For example the birth of empire came from the young Republic’s interest in securing peace on its boundaries. That is one argument. I could expound or counter argue that if this were a thesis of some kind instead of a blog post, but that is what it is and I will continue. Indisputably the Romans over-extended their reach and had to rely on conquest for the plunder to support a failing system and an army made up more and more by mercenary tribesman who were more loyal to their own than to any ideology of Rome. Some immigration issues never change.

For administrative reasons the Empire was given two administrative centers, Rome and Constantinople, with the latter taking precedence after Constantinople renamed the city-fortress of Byzantium for himself and set up shop there around 330AD. The Western Roman Empire fell to Germanic invaders while the Eastern Roman Empire waged a thousand-year two-front war. A losing war.

The tide ebbed and flowed, but the trend inexorably led to shrinkage of the Empire, whose people considered themselves Romans until the very end even though the young nations that grew from the corpse of the west considered them Greeks. By the time the end came in 1453, the Byzantine Empire resided completely within the walls of Constantinople, besieged by the Ottoman Turks to whom they had been losing their lands for two-hundred years.

How did it happen? Almost two-thousand years of culture and strife and in the end it came down to a handful of people manning the walls. Was it overextension? Did the leaders fail to look ahead? Did the people place their momentary success and comfort over supporting policies of long-term viability? Was it six-hundred years ago so who gives a damn?

I have complained about the super-corporation that I work for many times here. I even have a label for Corporate Life. A misspelled link that I will correct if I ever figure out how. In the seven years I have worked for this company I have somehow survived three location closures and a dozen layoffs as they have “managed our footprint.” Almost all of those were close calls. Elyena and I started to feel like we were playing Russian roulette. We finally got the loaded chamber. Recently my employer closed almost a hundred operations eliminating three thousand jobs. 3000. 3K. My department, purchasing, has been on eggshells waiting for to see how that would affect us . . . how many of us would be reduced. Yesterday morning my supervisor called a meeting and announced that our entire office is being eliminated with no hope of relocation.

It has been an interesting seven years. In my working lifetime, starting at the age of fourteen, this was the first big corporation that I worked for, and I owe a lot of my education and understanding of the way the world works to it. My previous employers were all family businesses. They left a lot to be desired. One shaved a little off of my time cards like I was too blind to see the eraser marks or too ignorant to know that taking a little off of everyone’s time week after week resulted in saving thousands of dollars a year. Quite respectable for a family business. And there was the one that almost got me killed by taking penny-pinching shortcuts like disconnecting the safety sensor in the seat of an industrial trencher, the end result being that even after I was ran over and had to have knee surgery that I sat in my leg brace and watched while they sent the same machine in the same condition back out on the job.

Through all of this I maintained that it was the family businesses that were so flawed. It is in large part thanks to my expiring employer that instead of the big business loving Republican that I grew up as I am the unrepresented fighter of the invisible aristocracy of America. I used to have the idea that Human Resources are there to look after the employee. The years have helped me to recognize that resources are there to be exploited by the company, human or otherwise, and HR is the vehicle propaganda. I sat in an HR meeting where our rep announced some heinous change the company was making “for our stockholders,” whatever the hell that means.* “The company is not out to screw you,” she said. No it isn’t. It’s not vindictive. It’s just completely apathetic. It’s just business.

Our industry is cyclical and instead of getting ready for the downswing my employers kept gobbling up smaller companies in order to look good to “the stockholders.” It was corporate imperialism at its worst and it left us wide open to the massive collapse of our empire. Their empire. Their influence has helped me become a closet commie. That’s beside the point, though. They were too busy posturing to be ready for the economic situation we are facing. And their employees are paying for it.

It may sound like I am going postal, but I am not. As long time readers know, as well as friends and family, I have long considered my relationship with this company as much a liability as an asset. As of December 5th I will be a free agent. I will find a new job and will have no long-term employment ties to keep me from going to graduate school. So here’s to change: may mine be the only company that tanks in the economy to come, and I promise not to turn this blog into a whining forum. Unless I have another dang clever historical analogy to go with it. Only time will tell.

R.

*I don’t believe in stock holders. I think it is a myth used by boards of directors to do whatever they like. The stockholders are millions of Americans who are dumping money into their 401K plans. So when a company says they are doing something for their stockholders they are at best blowing sunshine but more likely taking advantage of the ignorance of their employees.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Absentee

I have been writing a story that pushes beyond anything I have done before. The story is about a man who's been living a normalish life when all of a sudden things start happening to him because of someone he knew growing up. That person has not made (in what I've written so far) nor will he make an appearance in the story. His influence will be throughout the story (or stories). I don't know how well it will work. Have any of you tried such a thing?

R.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Fiction or Non-Fiction

I’ve decided to do an edition of “Or What?” that deals with what we read. I’ve noticed differences in the way I handle fiction and non-fiction works and that has led me here to ask about reading patterns.




When I crack open a novel I find that I can burn through it in a matter of days even with work and writing and whatever else I’m doing. Some go faster than others; I blasted through Card’s Empire in no time flat, but I’m slogging my way through Madame Bovary after months. I didn’t enjoy Empire, so my reading pleasure isn’t a factor; I suppose it could be the translation factor on a two-hundred year old text. I had the same problem with War and Peace so it is quite possible. However, those are exceptions. Most fiction flies by for me whether I would wish it or not.

Non-fiction is another story. I tend to read a lot of it because being a historian is on my list of aspirations. I’m currently reading The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich. Still reading it. It is a monster of a book dwarfing Robert Jordan-sized novels and sporting that tiny text publishers seem to cherish for non-fiction. I think I am a third of the way through it. It is a revelation as to how fast a constitutionally protected nation can in the space of a decade become a dictatorship and police state by the will of a determined person who has cultivated the loyalty of the right thugs. That is all beside the point, though. I read a lot of history and a lot of geography works, along with whatever subject I find I am lacking but need for my stories. It always takes so long to get through, even if it is worth it in the end.

There isn’t much that I don’t read; if I have one area that gets ignored it is contemporary standard fiction. I usually don’t pick up contemporary fantasy or sci-fi either. I don’t have patience to wait years for the next installment only to have the author keel over before completing the series; I’m thinking of Robert Jordan and George RR Martin here. Only Jordan is dead, but everything else applies to Martin. By the time his next volume is done I will have to reread the series to remember what is going on and I’m not sure I’m emotionally up for that. I would have been better off waiting until he finished or died, but it’s too late for that. I tend to lean towards British Lit from the Romantic and Victorian periods. Some of my favorites are pre-WWII American works like All the King’s Men and anything by Willa Cather.

So what kind of things do you read? Is it strictly fiction? Specific genres of fiction? Do you have noticeable patterns when you switch types or genres?

Write On,
R.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Movie Buff

Okay,I'm not particularly buff and I don't watch that many movies, but if you do I highly recommend the blog A Noble Experiment: Like Prohibition or "The Village". You don't have to enjoy movies either, just have a penchant for dry dark humor with a touch of irony. The author, Gretchzilla ((as in the high end musical instrument manufacturer) or Zilla for short), has a Manga Monday, Theatre Thursday, and numerous observations about life, work, and college in between. So check it out.

R.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Beavis or Butthead

I felt like doing a presidential "Or What?" so I am slapping down a post I put on my family blog along with my associated comments. Feel free to add to and expound upon it.

Bad News

I can't hold it back any longer. I've seen the future, and it doesn't look good. After the elections this fall . . . politicians will continue running our country. I use the term "running" loosely. Very loosely.

R.

A family member talks about LOTR and how we should remain hopeful.

riotimus said...

Hope for the Presidency would be much easier maintained if it were Aragorn vs. Sauron instead of Grima vs. Denethor. Alas, a lot of us survived the seventies somehow, so who knows what may happen.

R.

A family member comments about being prepared for anything.

riotimus said...
It is good to be ready. Ready for anything. To throw out my analogy again from another angle, I wish that the options were Agent Mulder vs. the Cigarette Smoking Man. But what we've got is Agent Spender vs. Alex Krycek. And some people survived the Holocaust, so we'll probably be fine in the loosest sense of the word.

R.

riotimus said...
Expanding on that even more, I'd like to see Simon Snowlock vs. King Elias instead of Earl Fengbold vs. Skali Sharpnose. But then a lot of people lived through that California trainwreck a few weeks ago, so we'll probably be fine.

R.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Linkin Park or Mansfield Park

For this installment of “Or What?” I will be offering up California nu-metal rockers Linkin Park up against Jane Austen’s Mansfield Park. On the one hand you get that unique amalgamation of pop, rap, and metal that is Linkin Park, and on the other you get one of Austen’s least popular books, maybe the least.

Several years ago I saw a televised performance of Linkin Park. To say that they were sucking it up is an understatement. Chester (blonde guy, does all of the singing and most of the screaming) was all over the place trying to find some semblance of pitch. I was thinking that digital sound manipulation was a handy thing for them. That didn’t stop me from enjoying a lot of their recorded material, and I have heard enough of them sounding good live to think that the sound guy must have forgotten to turn on Chester’s ear plug monitors. I bet he woke up in a dumpster. At least that’s where I fancy I would have put him after being televised with no idea where in the hell my vocals were in the mix. I’ve made a little mix of LP songs for your listening because I know you come here planning to spend a half hour listening to the music I’ve chosen for you.




Mansfield Park was an interesting story listening experience for me. I’ve found that I have a love for Jane Austen books on audio that I never had on paper. It must be the accents. This was a hard one for me though. From the criticism I’ve read of the novel I’m not unique in despising Fanny. I found her to be annoyingly timid and I couldn’t abide all of the cringing. Of course the salt in the wound came at the end of enduring Fanny’s suffering when Austen says that Fanny is the ultimate example of womanly virtue. I would like to have seen what would have happened if Austen had stuck Elizabeth in Mansfield Park. It would have been a much more interesting story. If any of you are suddenly slammed with inspiration and decide to write that story be sure to send me a copy for my reading pleasure.



As far as redemption goes for the Fanny factor there is a little. The amoral Crawford siblings provide some interesting dialogue and intrigue to the book. I think Henry Crawford must have provided Oscar Wilde with at least some inspiration for the illustrious Dorian Gray. There are also some very touching moments, some joyous and some heartbreaking. I have to admit to feeling a lot of satisfaction when the evil Mrs. Norris takes it upon herself to leave Mansfield Park to stay with the shamed slattern Maria. It has quite a happy ending for some of the characters, the ones that aren’t evil.

So . . . would you listen to Linkin Park or read Mansfield Park? Or would you listen to Linkin Park while reading Mansfield Park? That possibly could add a lot to both experiences. Until next time, Write On.

R.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Eye of the World or Eye of the Beholder

I am listening to Eye of the World at work. What a thrill to get paid to slog through Robert Jordan. I say that because I'm not afraid of tainting your view one way or the other. So I'll weigh them in.




In his first volume of the Wheel of Time series, Robert Jordan throws down some blatant Tolkienisms (thankfully free of Hobbits or any of their renamed ilk) and starts the ball rolling on about a billion loose ends that will have to wrapped up by some guest author since trying to keep them all straight killed him. That was quite irreverent, I know, but it is mild compared to how I felt when I read volume 35 and found him still creating threads instead of tying them off. So we have the collection of stereotypes that make up the cast all in their immature and untried state, though as Aestril once pointed out the woman never stop folding their arms under their breasts no matter how much of the world they see. I'm digressing though. There is occasionally a moment of sincerity between characters that causes my heart to swell. As much as I kvetch about Jordan and his books I'm not sure why I'm listening to this, but I am.




Eye of the Beholder is the first Metallica song that I liked and started the long relationship that I have in the past call "the problem of Metallica." The fade-in intro is beautiful and being the jingoistic patriot that I am I love to hear Hetfield growl, "I hunger after independence, lengthen freedom's ring." Of course he was prophetically speaking about a rights-trampling future government at a time when the W Administration hadn't even been imagined and not aggressive foreign policy as the result of extreme patriotism. But who am I to mince words. Some one crank the Metallica and lets read some Robert Jordan.

R.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Or What?

I'm going to throw in some posts that I will think of as "Or What?" posts. They will give some eclectic comparisons and readers can sound off or roll their eyes as they will. There will probably never be anything as simple as apples or oranges. But who knows?

I also am seeing more and more of the Word Count Buddies who followed me into hiatus returning to the quill. I'm shamed. Not quite shamed enough to get up and write yet, but shamed none-the-less. So welcome back former slackers; I hope to join you soon.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Good Council

From The Fellowship of the Ring:

"Then if the Ring cannot be kept from him for ever by strength," said Glofindel, "two things only remain for us to attempt: to send it over the Sea, or to destroy it."

"But Gandalf has revealed to us that we cannot destroy it by any craft that we here possess, said Elrond. "And they who dwell beyond the Sea would not receive it: for good or ill it belongs to Middle-earth; it is for us who still dwell here to deal with it."

"Then," said Glorfindel, "let us cast it into the deeps, [. . .] in the Sea it would be safe."

"Not safe forever," said Gandalf. There are many things in the deep waters; and seas and lands may change. And it is not our part here to take thought only for a season, or for a few lives of Men, or for a passing age of the world. We should seek a final end of this menace, even if we do not hope to make one."

Gandalf would never get elected with that kind of platform.

R.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Mapping a Story

If you are stuck in your story, whether it be conventional writer's block, a lack of motivation, or just need for clarity, making a map of your world can be a useful and fun way to get things going . . . providing you aren't like me and put that in the first couple of steps when you are generating your ideas. Either way it can be an illuminating project.

It doesn't matter what kind of artistic abilities you have. If you don't believe me pull some of those fantasy books off of your shelf (or the library's) and take a gander at what is there. If you enjoy a story you might not have wasted time giving the map a critical look. There are some amazing stories out there with really bad maps. But that's not the point.

The point can be as simple or as complicated as you desire to make it. Consider the following sub points:

1)Geography is culture.

2)There is a saying among historians: Land divides, water unites.

3)For a lot of fantasy fans, exploring the map of your world and wondering how you came to create it so is almost as fun as the story.

If that is enough for you than get your pencil and go to town. If you need more convincing read on and I will elaborate on the sub points.

1)Geography is culture. Whether you are a disciple of nature or nurture, the fact is that where your character grows up is going to impact his people and their culture. Historical examples abound, but I will try to keep it to a reasonable level and not go all crazy-nerd-historian on you. If I can help it.

A dramatic example would be people of the Steppes. From the dawn of written history, conquerors and destroyers can come out of Asian grasslands to reek havoc on civilizations of both the Mediterranean and the Pacific. Military historians like to carry on about everything they did right; sensitive historians get offended and howl about how they never did anything but destroy and never left any lasting contribution to the lands they overcame. Why they conquered, and why they contributed nothing has a lot to do with geography. The Steppe is a great dry stretch of land, exposed to the worst of all dry elements: heat, wind, cold, and constant drought. The nomadic peoples of this land drive their herds back in forth in search of water and good grazing. Their are no recognized boundaries, only millennium of fighting other tribes for the grass and water necessary to survival. The men hunt continually, making an art of it that converts into perfect war tactics from those earliest records right up until the point when the machine gun finally gives civilizations a weapon with greater range and a faster firing rate than the composite bow of the nomads. Bloodshed and death are a fact of life, a daily event. Because the land won't support them, they learn to carry everything they need with them, drinking blood from the veins of their horses when there is no water to be found. Now throw a catalyst in: a severe draught, a push from more aggressive tribes, an ambitious leader bringing unexpected unity. The nomads come out of the Steppe into civilizations made up of farmers whose excess feed ruling, religious, and artistic classes. Perhaps they have an army so strong it makes its neighbors shudder. The outcome is inevitable, or highly likely based on history. The nomads don't have supply lines; they've brought all of their possessions. The nomads don't have an army; every man capable of the hunt is capable of using the same tactics on the far-less-mobile armies of civilization. And killing is necessary for the nomads survival; it is already learned before they ever encountered the future victims.

So they conquer.

But their geography has created a culture of hunting and fighting. Also inevitably they are either swallowed by the culture they conquered or drift back to the Steppe and the life they knew before. The Huns, Mongols, and Turks all went through this cycle to one degree or another.

I do know how to carry on. If you want more examples I am obviously happy to oblige, but for now I will move on to sub point 2.

2) Land divides, water unites. There are many ways to illustrate this point as well. If you look at the empires of the Phoenicians, Greeks, Romans, Byzantines, and others you will see that they were built on the ring of the Mediterranean. The Egyptian Empires all followed the Nile. The Norse culture at one point was active from Constantinople all the way to Vinland (in Canada), all using water even though they had good footholds on Asia and Europe. Speaking of the Norse, look at how using the north/south rivers of what would become Russia a number of them became the Byzantine Emperor's elite Varangian Guard while the Franks were unknown in Constantinople; the difference being that the Franks had no convenient water path, divided as it were by the land mass that alienated Eastern and Western Christianity in the first millennium AD.

3) You probably know all about this one already if you are a fantasy fan. Take heed and give your fans the map they want and need.

I have throw down a lot of theory about why to do a map. In my next post I will talk about some techniques and approaches, as well as things to avoid, ie. my personal pet peeves in other peoples maps. Feel free to take what helps and completely disregard the stuff that doesn't. Write on.

R.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

The Conference Call (A Real-life Tale in the Life of Riotimus)

East-coast Corporate Buyer #1 (ECCB1): Welcome to the California District Purchasing meeting. Let's take roll.

(People of various degrees of importance sound off)

East-coast Corporate Buyer #2 (ECCB2): Well . . . since our last call the market has taken a dump.

ECCB1: It is the same on my end. How are things in the Field?

West-coast Store Manager #1 (WCSM1): blah blah blah

West-coast Store Manager #2 (WCSM2): blah blah blah You guys suck. I think you are trying to put us out of business. blah blah blah

WCSM3, 4, & 5: blah blah blah

WCSM1: I think WCSM2 had a good point. What the hell are you guys doing in your high-backed chairs over there?

ECCB1: Do you want to take that ECCB2?

ECCB2: blah blah blah

WCSM4: Why can't you guys just do things right?

ECCB1: We do things right. blah blah blah Some day you will see why centralized purchasing is best for everybody.

WCSM1, 2, 3, 4, & 5: blah blah blah You guys suck! blah blah blah

Entire Staff of Rocky Mountain Purchasing Group (RMPG): zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

ECCB1: Why don't we turn the time over to ECCB3 for some important information.

ECCB3: If you guys would start doing your jobs this whole system would work like a well oiled machine. You can't sit on your thumbs in the California sun and expect for us to be able to do a good job in the Confederacy.

WCSM1, 2, 3, 4, & 5: blah blah blah with rancor

ECCB1: Uh, do you guys in the RMPG have anything today?

RMPG: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . . No. No we don't. Thanks for having us on though.

ECCB1: Let's plan on doing this again next week then.

RMPG: (hits the mute button and collectively groans)

Call duration: 1 hour 27 minutes

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Humorous and Historical

I thought in Theadra's spirit of the 80's that I would share this historical little clip.


Monday, July 28, 2008

Some Light Reading

I’ve been reading up a storm of late. Here are a few thoughts about what I've gone through in the last couple of weeks.

My Antonia by Willa Cather – brilliant work. I highly recommend it.

Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway – quite a disappointment after the way I felt about For Whom the Bell Tolls (which I think everyone who considers themselves a patriot should read). It had to do with the way he wrote the dialogue.

Lonely on the Mountain by Louis L'Amour – it was another dime-western. It’s a Sackett story, so the characters are interesting for the genre.

Cowboys North and South by Will James – autobiographical, this tells in pure (and disconcerting) cowboy vernacular the state of the cowboy in the early 20th century. I recommend it to anyone with an interest in the era or cowboy history and methods.

The Country Girls Trilogy by Edna O’Brien – I found the first to books thought provoking and inspiring stylistically. The last book and epilogue were an immense disappointment in the harsh language and bitter cynical state of things. And coming from me that should say something.
Also the last book did this thing where it switched from first to third person perspectives by chapter. Lonely on the Mountain did that too, and I did not find that to be a satisfying gimmick in either book.

The Fortunes of War (of the Aubrey/Maturin or Master and Commander series) by Henry O’Brian – these books are incredible. Read them. Read them.

Eragon and Eldest by Christopher Paolini – what these stories lack in depth and originality they make up for in the “Oh Wow” factor for being written by a kid. At least that’s what the New York Times Best Seller list would suggest.

Corpus Christi by Bret Anthony Johnston – This is a collection of moving short stories, beautifully written, and without a happy ending to be found. Stories of “empathy,” I believe BAJ would call them, and I recommend them to anyone who enjoys a bit of melancholy in their fiction.

The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner – this was written in the “stream of consciousness” method, which to me is a lot like vomiting words on the page and sending it to the publisher. He probably poured over this stuff to make sure it was perfectly dense, though. Thank goodness for Wikipedia. Without the brief explanations they offered there of the time-warping through three different time periods text I don’t know that I would have ever followed it. It is a classic though, and interesting from the perspective of a writer.

All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque – this is a chilling tale about WWI and the horrors of war. It is one of the rare books I’ve encountered written in the first person present tense. I recommend it to writers just for that reason, and not just because it is an incredible story.

I’ve almost always got more to say, so if you want elaboration or any of that just say so. Write on.

R.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Endgame



So Season V of Shogun Wars finally came to an end last night. Lackhand and I finished strong, considering that we have played very little for weeks or more. I was quite happy with my final placement in the Hall of Legends, considering that a while back some of my nemesis' clonish henchman decimated over two thirds of my earning capability.



LH and I had moved to the less-populated island of Hokkaido anticipating retaliation for the nimble strike we did on our enemy. He declined to retaliate personally, claiming "strategy" as the reason, but sent his clones after us. They found LH untouchable, but gave me a thrashing. We stayed on Hokkaido, me to lick my wounds, LH for the decline of time-in required to survive. At the end I moved back to Honshu, while LH stayed on Hokkaido.




I promised Elyena to sit this next season out, and I intend to use my extra time for some writing and blogging.
R.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Almost There

I am on the verge of being back, both to Write On and to the Writer's Union. Thank you all for the support and for not forgetting me.

R.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

What of the Muse?

Dang him. If you believe in him, anyways. I was reading Blog Ing's Writing Log and he was talking about sitting in front of the paper for an extended period without anything coming out. In the mean time Theadra has got more bouncing in her head than she can get down in the time she has.

I fall somewhere in between.

Ing's experience made me think of the problem that we all deal with at some point.

That made me think of something I read at Holly Lisle's site a long time ago. Don't ask me where; as she like to tout, she has over a hundred-thousand words of free writing advice over there. I'm sure one of the other Buddies who has read it all can vouch that what I'm very leisurely getting ready to talk about is, in fact, there somewhere.

Holly has scenes that she has a cute name for - candy scenes? something like that - scenes that she was incredibly excited about writing. She would make them into a reward. When she had written so much tying-together material she would allow herself to write the scene she was so excited about writing before.

I've been doing that a lot with the story I'm working on now. It started in my mind as a few roughly connected scenes that I am trying to turn into a 16k competitor for WotF. I hope you are sending lots of positive writer thoughts this way, because the space between those scenes is going a lot like this: blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah. Anyways, sometimes thinking of muses is a muse ing. Or a muse Ing. What do I know? If I had written this much for my story tonight I would be this much further along. Hopefully it helps somebody somewhere, if only in the sense of shared empathy. Or something.

Write on.

R.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Observation

Some people are clever. Some people are prolific writers. Some people are both. At least there is rock and roll for the rest of us.

R.

Friday, May 02, 2008

Leppard on the Loose

I heard that Def Leppard was releasing a new album and I did some reminiscing about those pop-rockers. There path has been an interesting one. By the time I was old enough to know about the Leppards, they were already the one-armed-drummered-pretty-poster-boys for glam rock. Leather and spandex, ugly guitars, the one-armed drummer - they had it all. I bought Hysteria on cassette at a fair. I wore it out. Then I discovered something very interesting: they had done other albums. How novel. I made a powerful discovery then, one that I will share with you, if you don't already know. In their early years, the Leppards were a driving force in the NWOBHM with the kind of impact that led young bands like an unnamed garage band that would become Pantera to learn and play the album On Through the Night from beginning to end.

So . . . I have put up a new player to the right. It only has three songs. I know you want to know why if they had three albums before Hysteria why I could only find three songs. First off, I tried not to put anything that was remotely a hit on there. Okay, Too Late for Love still gets a lot of air time, but I was desperate. The web site that does the players there did not have a single song from On Through the night. Not a one. I recommend Rock Brigade or Sorrow is a Woman if you want more vintage stuff.

These are just some tunes that might surprise you if thinking of the Leppards instantly makes you start humming Two Steps Behind. Watch out for the B-word in Let It Go, its right in the first verse, but do take note of the fine cow-bell work. The drummer did have both arms in those days. The riff in H&D should speak for itself, and as I already said, TLFL is just a fine tune that leans more towards their old sound than where they were going by Pyromania.

As a sidenote - I have a friend who refuses to listen to Led Zeppelin on moral grounds but thinks the Leppards are swell. Keep that in mind as you enjoy these tunes.

R.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

They Got Rhythm

So the other day I was driving and heard The Wizard by Black Sabbath on the radio. It got me thinking about some of my favorite rhythm section moments.

This is a funny post, I know, because there will inevitably be someone who will read this and think "Those guys suck," but that is why I said favorite and not best. Anyways, knowing that there are many drummers and bassists who are more capable, at least on a technical level, I find that the two rhythm sections that make me wish that I were a drummer or bassist are the killer combos of Geezer Butler and Bill Ward from the early Black Sabbath days and John Paul Jones and John Bonham from Led Zeppelin.

I really tried to find someone who wasn't from the late sixties/seventies, mostly because I wasn't even alive when some of my favorite recordings by these guys were done, but I just couldn't. I've wondered if it was the era - with so much being done that was fresh and rock really breaking with its core building blocks of pop and dance music. Whatever the reason, I find something in the rhythm sections of these two bands that I don't hear, even from bands that are undeniably better.

I have put some songs into my player dealy to the right. It was hard to decide what songs to pick. Actually for Black Sabbath it wasn't bad - The Wizard and War Pigs are probably the most amazing recordings from an amazing duo.

The Zep was tougher because what Bonham and Jones have together is a lot more subtle. To really appreciate what they do I think someone would have to listen to their entire catalog with the intent of not being distracted by Pages "I'm the coolest guitar player in the world so I can get away with having the ugliest guitar tone" noise or Plants crooning.

I chose Good Times, Bad Times mostly because of the bass drum. I've seen drummers try that with double bass and still not pull it off. (You're thinking of Portnoy and suspecting that those drummers must suck. Indeed, they were small timers, but who in the pro scene compares to Portnoy anyways?).

Immigrant Song is an incredible tune; it is probably the most intense of anything Zep did, but at the same time Jones manages to drive some amazingly melodic playing into the choruses.

Whole Lotta Love doesn't have anything in particular, it just rocks and it is short. I've always thought that Page was the king of awesome riffs who should have brought in Clapton or just about anyone else for the lead work. The two exceptions to me (cliche as they may be) are Stairway to Heaven and Whole Lotta Love. So stay tuned through Plant's animal noises in the interlude because the solo right before the song comes back in is a rare moment for Jimmy Page.

R.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

House Keeping

I have fixed the link to Blog Ing, for those of you who use it, as well as adding a section of links for Word Count Buddies. In this group of links is the page that I am keeping track of my work-in-progress word count. I think that's about it tonight.

R.