Meta complaining aka Note to self V

You know what sucks? Complainers. Some people just seem to want to complain no matter what is going on. On Sunday, we had to get money from the ATM here in town, and something extraordinary happened: There was a line. When we got into it, there were two people in front of us. And then another lady got in line behind us, and said to us, at the very second she got into the line, "Is she studying the machine or what?", referring to number one in line. She followed this up by saying something about how she's been waiting in the car already, and the lady at the front was making a deposit and took slightly longer than someone making a withdrawal would have. We already had our backs turned trying to ignore her though. I mean, what's the big deal, sure it was cold, but if she's been waiting in the car, why didn't she wait a little longer? Or was she maybe trying to get us to let her in front of us? I don't know what her point was, but I know one thing. Coming up and complaining about a complete stranger without anything warranting it is not the way to do that.

Oh, by the way, I'm gonna clean up the links. If your blog is listed under "c and c lo recommend" on the left, let me know if you want it to stay there.

So here we are, all alone, day after day, pretending to be real...

After that half-hearted Freddie Hubbard tribute mixed in with a little bit of an album recommendation, I figured it's time for the second official album review on here. And since the last album was more of a mainstream thing, let me take you back to a time when I wouldn't have been caught dead listening to anything like it. Yeah, as a teenager I wanted no compromises when it came to music and listened to quite a limited variety. A lot of punk rock-like stuff, some Alternative and Metal and that was pretty much it. A littler later on I got heavily into hip-hop. But no matter what, I didn't want no commercialized fake crap and despised almost anything in the charts. And of course it annoyed me to no end when a catchy radio tune got stuck in my head even though I had resolved to loathe it.

But over time my tastes have become much more eclectic, and I'm not gonna bore you with the whole ordeal of me expanding my musical horizon as I grew up, but one thing's for sure; these days, when I like a song or an artist, I will stand by it no matter what. Christina Aguilera's got a bunch of good songs for example. Here's a band I don't like and would still have a hard time admitting to like: Radiohead. As far as I can tell, nothing's right with them. The whiny voice, the boring songs and the people getting all excited about them. And even though I have to admit I'm not the most familiar with their catalog, I do believe that people should just listen to the originators instead: Pink Floyd. Anyway, this is getting way off track.

Automatic 7's self-titled work is nothing like Pink Floyd. They have published two more albums since their debut, none of which I own. I discovered them in a little record store specializing in punk rock that was located in a town me and my friends used to go to because it had a big skate shop. It was about an hour and a half on the train, but we went there quite regularly for a while. I remember this band particularly, because they were playing it in the store while I was browsing their selection, and I asked the dude working there what it was and, obviously, ended up taking it home. This was at a time when the internet was just starting to become big. So inside the booklet, they list their e-mail address, using an AOL account. How awesome is that?

Freddie Hubbard

I only learned yesterday that Freddie Hubbard passed away on December 29th. So even though it's a little late, I suggest you break out your Empyrean Isles, or get it from itunes or some place like that if you don't have a copy, and let him take you to a better place.