Monday, May 29, 2006
The Dmacsbirth Address
By d-mac
May 29th, 2006
One score and seven years ago, my mother and father brought forth on this continent, a new boy, conceived in the regular way, and dedicated to the proposition that most blogs are kind of boring.
Now we are engaged in writing a great blog, testing whether that boy, or any person so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great post of that blog. We have come to dedicate a portion of that post, as a daily loafing place for those who here give precious moments of their lives that that blog might be read. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this blog. The brave men and women, public and anonymous, who visit here and read our posts, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember most of the crap Lamkini and D-Mac write here, but it can never forget who commented on that crap. It is for us the bloggers, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who commented here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored readers we take increased devotion to that cause for which they give their continued time and devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these readers shall not have read in vain -- that this blog, under Blogger, shall have a new birth of interesting posts -- and that a blog of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the Blogosphere.
So in honor of my 27th, I have decided to put together a little EP dedicated to ME -- a "MeP" if you will. Please join me in celebrating me, on this anniversary of my birth, by listening to this mix I have so thoughtfully created for... well, me.
One score and seven years ago, my mother and father brought forth on this continent, a new boy, conceived in the regular way, and dedicated to the proposition that most blogs are kind of boring.
Now we are engaged in writing a great blog, testing whether that boy, or any person so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great post of that blog. We have come to dedicate a portion of that post, as a daily loafing place for those who here give precious moments of their lives that that blog might be read. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this blog. The brave men and women, public and anonymous, who visit here and read our posts, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember most of the crap Lamkini and D-Mac write here, but it can never forget who commented on that crap. It is for us the bloggers, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who commented here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored readers we take increased devotion to that cause for which they give their continued time and devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these readers shall not have read in vain -- that this blog, under Blogger, shall have a new birth of interesting posts -- and that a blog of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the Blogosphere.
So in honor of my 27th, I have decided to put together a little EP dedicated to ME -- a "MeP" if you will. Please join me in celebrating me, on this anniversary of my birth, by listening to this mix I have so thoughtfully created for... well, me.
cromulently posted by d-mac at 1:30 PM
1 comments
Hello boys and girls. Do you want to know a secret? 'Cause I know one and it is soooooo good to hear it. You want to know what it schwas? Alright, I'll tell you what it shwas... 
Mmkay, but why are you talking in broken Spanish and answering your own rhetorical questions?
Since last year's unfortunate closing of Corner CD in the Highlands, 
Gomez were the definitive rockers on that tour, destined, it seemed, to burn out before they could fade away. Ottewell seemed to be positioning himself as the belligerent, fuck-you front man, bringing a healthy dose of angst to the stage, while Tom Gray kept things in check by cracking jokes and engaging the crowd in singalongs and handclaps.
