Some plugs for youse guys.
After a number of email requests, I have republished my primer on pitching slow pitch softball from 2005, that was taken down from Hill TV. It is now located at Third Option Media, but there is no direct link yet. You can find it here. I added a quick addendum too. Yes, I am soon remodeling TOM.
Also there is new Fetus-X. Some more weird, morbid, poetry.
You are Listening too . . .
Julia, and Lennon favorite from The White Album. Malach personally doesn't like the song, not really sure why, beyond feeling it is a forced song. This is the final song onrecord one, side two, or CD 1. This is the first and only time Lennon did a solo Beatles song (McCartney did a number of them), and features Lennon on all vocals and guitar. The finger picking style of this song he learned in India from band friend Donovan.
The song is about his late mother Julia who was killed after being hit by a motorvehicle driven by a drunken cop in 1958. Part of the song is also about Yoko Ono, and her name, which in Japanese means "child of the ocean" is alluded to in the lyrics. Some of the song is also inspired by the poem Sea and Foam by the Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran.
The song itself is very restrained and poetic, Lennon's vocals are only double tracked in select sections of the song. The song is also recorded at a low level, and if you have this album you find yourself turning up the volume for this song, only to have some of the other song blow your ears off. Also interestingly, for a intimate, emotion subject, Lennon kind of changes that with this song, which is more spiritual and meditative. Also interestingly, if you did not know the facts of Lennon's mother, your wouldn't get it from the song.
My Garbage.
About a week ago, I told you about my garbage being dragged about 75' across my yard toward the woods . . . well look what mom showed me today.
The Mood of Red Sox Nation.
Well, I suppose they got to lose a game sooner or later. Pitching wasn't all that good tonight and they are currently down by 4 in the 8th. Day off tomorrow, back to the Yankees for the weekend. Mood: Let's win the next one, or this one.
Ca-razy Weather.
Drought at the Okeechobee Swamp. Crazy Hailstorm in Denver! Don't worry it's beautiful here.
Malach's Quote of the Day
Whether or not I like someone doesn't depend on what kind of genitals they have. - Margaret, Liquid Sky
I am Malach and I pitch.
Half of what I say is meaningless . .
Posted by Malach the Merciless at 8:58 PM 6 comments
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Learn how to play the game.
We got plugs for you today.
1. Twisted Darkness has a new piece up called Scraps of Poetry. I find this one very interesting as it reminds me of my paintings.
2. Sunshine 36 in now loaded and this one is scary.
3. There is a new Fetus-X, and once again Millikin thinks he is dying.
4. There is a new 8 1/2 by Eleven, strip 529, and for once Nillian's in a good mood.
5. And for those of you who haven't been with this blog since it's inception, I reposted an old blog post on the WoW.
Ouch.
I got this painful hangnail right on my right thumb, right in the place I type.
The Mood of Red Sox Nation.
Well tonight is 3 in row, and we are click on all cylinders right now. Also Schilling apologized to Barry Bonds today. Malach left him a message linking him to his thoughts on the steroid issue.
AWESOME.
JUST FRIGGIN AWESOME! Gonna have to have Malach's Universe Pic of the Day.
HEY STUPID!
Hurricane Seasons Doesn't begin for another three weeks.
Malach's Quote/Video of the Day:
Guess who's back!
I am Malach and the Bitch is Back.
Posted by Malach the Merciless at 9:15 PM 3 comments
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