Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds

I like a strong beer. Sunny weather. I like eyeballing beautiful women. I like hitting swarming ants with a broom handle by twilight, like a Thai stick fighter. I like it when overly ambitious individuals take a famous written property and turn it into a rock musical.

Here’s a good one: Jeff Wayne’s Musical Version of The War of the Worlds, a 1978 progressive rock retelling of H.G. Wells’ The War of the Worlds, by UK’s own premier commercial jingle composer, Jeff Wayne. With vocal accompaniment by such songsters as Justin Hayward, of The Moody Blues, and Philip Parris Lynott (the afro guy from Thin Lizzy).

It’s about 40 minutes of actual music packed thick with the same three leitmotifs over and over, but I think I call that stylistic rather than lazy. If the intention was to blow away my musical memory and replace it with this one glorious album, well, I guess mission accomplished.

If you haven’t, you’re in luck—today’s song is the opening track to JWMVOTWOTW. please, please, enjoy.

Negative

Thank You for the Concerns

I have a busy week ahead of me, full of podcasting, lineups, and new jobs. The new jobs come in the form of a night auditor position at a hotel (which I’ll hopefully get confirmation on soon) and the various odd-job shifts I can scrape together at London Drugs. I tell you, I don’t like it. The photo lab is dying.

The lineup business has to do with my passport, and how a human being goes about getting one in this country. Tom made the plans, so at least I’ll have a compatriot to roast and die in the hot sun with.

I shall, for a moment, discuss the Script Frenzy failure. Essentially, I wrote a very compact, very specific stack of dialogues that would be thrilling for an audience of stuffed animals, or real, taped down animals. I’m proud of it, I suppose. It is, more or less, what I wanted it to be.  Perhaps I can transform it into a good poem, or a good story. Anyways. The music for today! Here’s Black Gloves, by Goose (featuring Marcus Graap).

Cats

I did no writing today; I studied a bit, ate a dinner at Alex’s parents place, and also went on a hike. I haven’t gone on a hike in maybe 9 years, so that was nice.

Alex’s cat Willy lives with her parents, so I got to spend some quality time. It reminded me how much I effing love cats—seriously, don’t be an idiot, cats are the bomb. It was nice to forget about divine time for a while, get some schoolin’ done, relax in nature. Today’s page count: go fuck yourself. There are gunna be some heavily dedicated writing days come mid-to-late April, that much is clear.

Today’s song is by Modern English, because I heard it on a commercial. Actually - I JUST changed my mind. Ironically, I decided to go with a song about indecision.

Actually, there are going to be two songs for today. This one’s by Loch Lomond, and it’s something I’ve been listening to a lot lately. It’s called Carl Sagan.

Best Wishes

I notice that I’ve just gone outside of my own time line. I think that, because the olympian gods lived in divine time, some other shell of reality, there was reason enough to go and do it. And after all, Hermes is on earth—there’s no expectation that Zeus or Apollo would have known or cared about the events leading up to the bovine thievery.

My head is dizzy. I drank too much wine last night and I haven’t yet had anything to eat for dinner. All of my buses today were late. I think I’ll sit on divine time for now. It’s not very elegant at the moment.

What? Why are you still here, you hopeless baboon? Oh yes, of course! The song of the day! Here’s Exceeder by Mason. And here’s a neato remix.

Today’s page count: 4.