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Chris Rea has set off on the drive back to his house for the festive season, it has been confirmed.
Ho-ho-home for the holidays!
I discovered Take it Away a few weeks ago: It’s a podcast dedicated to Paul McCartney’s solo career, one album at a time. It’s definitely for the really dedicated fan, and the hosts tend to be give Macca more leeway than others perhaps would, but it’s nice to finally hear something nice about Press to Play. They also discuss the infamous pot bust in Japan, and, like Tom Doyle in his excellent McCartney biography Man on the Run, wonder why McCartney would put a full pound of hash in his travel bag, barely bothering to hide it. It’s a a mystery for the ages why a prodigious pot smoker of two decades would do something like that, but perhaps one day we’ll find out.
I bought a safety razor a few weeks ago, and it’s going pretty well, even though it felt a bit intimidating at first. Over the years, I’ve tried multiple Gillette variations, cheaper alternatives like BIC as well as several types of electric shavers. The safety razor took a few weeks to get used to, although I feel like I learned quite a bit about the science of shaving, after cutting myself a bunch of times.
Shaving is also a nice little ritual to have in your day. You can’t really rush the process of scraping a super sharp knife over your face, so you have to take care and spend some time on it. My kids are too young that I feel comfortable leaving it within reach, so it’s hidden away in the back of the top shelf, where they can’t get at it. So the ritual becomes taking the razor back out, lathering up, shaving, cleaning and putting it back up. It’s not much, I grant you, but it still feels healthful. More than anything, I suppose it’s a reminder that rituals, however minute, have value in themselves.
Chuck Clostermann on Eruption, Eddie Van Halen’s landmark, rule-changing solo from Van Halen’s eponymous debut album.
I realize that if you hate Van Halen, this is precisely what you hate. You hate the sensation of having your brain trapped in a beehive, you hate the distance between the proficiency of the artist and the potentiality of his audience, and you hate that this guy just invented the 1980s. But if you love Van Halen, this is what you love, and you can listen to it a thousand times without diminishing returns. The experience does not evolve. You will always be inside that guitar.
The whole thing is worth a read, as Closterman pieces usually are, but his take on Eruption is extra good, because he captures in words what it feels like to be excited by music.
I’m three episodes into The Haunting of Bly Manor. It’s more of a slow burn than The Haunting of Hill House, which is a nice change of pace. For some reason, though, I can’t stop thinking about the young actor playing Flora also being the current Peppa Pig. Anyway, some nice callbacks to Jack Clayton’s The Innocents from 1961 as well.
This study makes quite a compelling case for cycling.
We found that cycling to work was associated with a 41% lower risk of dying overall compared to commuting by car or public transport. Cycle commuters had a 52% lower risk of dying from heart disease and a 40% lower risk of dying from cancer. They also had 46% lower risk of developing heart disease and a 45% lower risk of developing cancer at all.
Fascinating, and, if I may be frank, validating.
The Projection Booth is one of my favorite podcasts. In the latest exhaustive, and exhausting, 5(!)-hour(!!) episode, they examine 1982’s Tobe Hooper-directed, Steven Spielberg-produced Poltergeist, its admittedly lesser sequels, and the recent remake.
John Gruber comments on Facebook’s culpability in the growing political polarization:
Perhaps Facebook et al have less exacerbated kookery — particularly but not exclusively on the right wing — than revealed what has always been there, under the surface of American culture and politics. Perhaps the undeniable increase in extreme political partisanship is not the problem, but in fact the solution — the natural result of our collective reckoning with the lid having been lifted, revealing deep and pervasive social rot that we’ve long pretended was neither deep nor pervasive.
AC/DC, one of the few institutions the rising generation of authoritarians dare not challenge, returns with a new single. They sounds exactly like themselves, which is the highest compliment I can give.
Sigh. Another one bites the dust. It's sort of mind-boggling that a talent like Eddie Van Halen could appear in the same century, let alone the same half, as Jimi Hendrix, but there you go. He pushed what you could do with a guitar even further into the stratosphere, and he did it with a grin. RIP.
That debate was the worst thing I've ever seen & I was in The Star Wars Holiday Special.
— Mark Hamill (@HamillHimself) September 30, 2020