NAME: David Allen Jones a/k/a Johnny Bacardi
BLOG NAME: The Johnny Bacardi Show
NAME OF CD: Different Stuff for Different People, Volume 4
NUMBER OF CUTS: 17
RUNNING TIME: 79:35
COVER ART:
Stylish yet decadent. Made me want to drink a Psychic Martini, and I don’t even LIKE martinis. One of my two favorite covers. It’s even better in a size you can read it.
SONG LIST: His live journal of June 20
SUBSEQUENTLY REVIEWED BY: Gordon on October 6
GENERAL THOUGHTS: A wonderfully eclectic mix, elegantly presented. Unfamiliar songs by familiar artists (Beach Boys, Kinks), familiar songs by different artists (Tomorrow, Morning Glory), artists I forgot I had in the collection (Dax, Wood, Cibo Matto). A very satisfying experience.
THINGS I PARTICULARLY LOVED: Sobule-instrumental backing based on Chicago’s “Saturday in the Park”! Blodwyn Pig, Dax; Wood-“something to make my hair grow long” (too late for THAT); Alex Harvey; Cibo Matto, Price (campy); Buckley (I love the song, which I’ve heard by others, and I love the voice); Zevon (anytime);
ON THE OTHER HAND: I like Lou Reed, I do, but 11 minutes of that vibe was a little sleep inducing. I also wonder about the 9 ½ minute Grand Funk track; I know the live cut so well (see below) that it wasn’t a problem for ME, but COULD be for other listeners; I prefer the live cut, BTW.
OFFICE FRIENDLY: As far as I could tell.
ONLY VAGUELY RELATED: My sister Leslie had a boyfriend named George in high school who thought of himself as a black militant. He thought of ME as one of those hippie types. For Christmas or my birthday, he bought me “Live Funk” from Grand Funk Railroad, a group I was barely aware of at the time. I think he thought it fit my demographic. It featured a LONG version of “Inside Looking Out.”
Worst Job Ever
Worst job, hands down:
A Mr. Burgas was doing a contest (actually three contests.) One involved describing the worst job the reader ever had. There were even prizes involved. Of course, that was really a secondary consideration. The primary thing is that it gave an excuse to write this piece, appropriate for the beginning of the Labor Day weekend.
You might think it would be a job cleaning huuman feces from a wall (mentioned SOMETIME last month) would be the worst job I’ve ever had, but you would be wrong.
I worked in a box factory. You know the cardboard that separates cans or bottles in a case of beer or soda? There was a conveyer belt in which four people, women as it turns out, took these innards and put them together. My job was to tie them into bundles of 20.
These women were developmentally disabled with IQs of about 70. Perhaps that is why the repetitive nature of the work did not seem bother them, but it certainly annoyed me. So they were much faster putting together the box innards than I was tying them into bundles, using a specific knot that I did not know. (Why that specific knot, I never knew.)
The work was 2 hours on, 10 minutes off, 1 hour 50 minutes on, 30 minute lunch, 2 hours on, 10 minutes off, 1 hr 50 minutes on, go home. No variation. No one with whom to have a decent conversation.
And since I couldn’t keep up with these women, the boss was screaming at me by day 2. Moreeover, the women on the line were resentful of me, because if they slowed up, it meant that they didn’t reach their bonus goals. Not so incidentally, the guy doing the tying was not eligible for any bonuses.
My back was very sore every night from the bending and lifting.
By day 3, I decided to quit at the end of my second week, even though I REALLY needed the money for college. It was after that when I learned that the previous person on the job had the position for one week, and his predecessor for one DAY.
3 Laborious ?s
Labor Day weekend.
If you be so kind as to tell me:
1. Your favorite job, and why?
2. How much money would you need to never work again?
3. At what age, if ever, do you expect to retire, and what will you do then with your time?
BONUS: What was your worst job? (You’ll see my answer soon.)
Obviously
Obviously,
the thing
that’s most significant
about this month’s blogging
is my use of visual representations.
They don’t always come out as well as I’d like, but I’ll keep at it.
Another thing is that since I opened up the response mechanism to non-bloggers, I’ve gotten more comments, for which I thank you. Please keep it up.
I’ve also gotten these blog spam things that say something like:
“Really like your site. For your insurance needs, click here.”
I’ve started deleting them as I find them, but they don’t bother me as much as they probably should. It’s like those Viagra e-mails I get (I must REALLY be impotent!)
that I zap.
Finally, as of mid-day on August 26, I have put up a counter on the site, but don’t plan to look at it for fear that I might become a blog statistics junkie. Well, maaybe I’ll look, but only once a week. Or once a day. Perhaps thrice daily…
Ciao.
Katrina
I have nothing particularly pithy to say. New Orleans, which thought it had dodged a bullet, is devastated by weather, infrastructure failure and human behavior. The gulf states are facing damage in terms of life and property that we won’t really know the extent of for days, as officials frantically try to rescue what’s salvageable. So, I’ve decided, and maybe you’ll decide, to donate to the Red Cross.
So, how to do this that might work to maximize the effort among folks reading this? How about this: I will give $1 to the Red Cross for every person going to my blog – they don’t even have to read it, though obviously I wish they would – between now and the end of Labor Day (Monday) at 10 pm EDT. (The counter is at 144.) The challenge is for every blogger and web person to do something similar. The need is extraordinary.