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Okay, I took Joe's boots and ran them through a 30 band equalizer, compressed
when needed and normalized.
All tracks have been eq'd. Enjoy Track Listing.txt 01 - NLYG 02 - Crystal Baller 03 - Graduate 04 - Wounded 05 - Palm Reader 06 - Jumper 07 - Don't Like Me Now 08 - Break Me 09 - LAWY 10 - Narcolepsy 11 - Stevie Ray Vaughn / Video (courtesy sinistersomething) 12 - Motorcycle Drive By 13 - How's It Going To Be 14 - SCL / Stairway 15 - Deep Inside of You 16 - Monotov's Private Opera 17 - Slow Motion 18 - God of Wine
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Okay, I took Joe's boots and ran them through a 30 band equalizer, compressed
when needed and normalized. I haven't done all the tracks yet, but I did do
the new songs. I'll be updating this post tomorrow when I have the rest of the
tracks eq'd.
01 - NLYG 02 - Crystal Baller 05 - Palm Reader 06 - Jumper 07 - Don't Like Me Now 08 - Break Me 11 - SRV
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"Thanks so much...I did see your review on the
bulletin board and I've spent some time on your web site. Looking back
at all those old shows brings back a ton of memories..." The quote above is part of an e-mail from another longtime member of the "pauper" community. He had been unable to attend this show because of work, so had contacted me about the performance. And, as I was pondering a theme around which to frame this newest entry in "The History of Michael McDermott" (at least the live show segment of that), these words popped into my head as an interesting place to start...one seeming even more appropriate given several discussions on his forum "Pauper's Sky" have dealt lately with the McD history topic. For example, one fan pointed out that it was 15 years ago this month that Michael's debut album was released, another has been compiling a "press archive" (a limited one of which already exists here) -- and just days after the show about which I'm writing took place, a photo appeared of Michael's appearance on the Conan O'Brien show in 1996. What's more, the impressions offered on the bulletin board by various people in attendance at this show were widely divergent, and I have to admit that in making a few statements of my own there immediately arriving home from it, I purposely dodged any real definition of this show's "quality"...simply because I honestly didn't feel it "measured up" to several -- even the bulk of -- Michael McDermott performances I'd attended in the past. And yet, having experienced no Michael McDermott performances for more than a year prior to it, and being deeply grateful for this very brief (8 song) set, I was deeply hesitant to say anything that might be misconstrued as an implication I felt his ability had in any way diminished, that he wasn't putting forth his "old" level of effort, or any other untrue negative appellation...especially since he himself, up there on the stage with things going a bit awry, was arguably the one enduring the experience's worst effects. With all of that in mind, the above e-mail quote reminded me of how much of the past each of us brings to our assessment of things happening in the present. Having seen something like 30 McDermott shows prior to this one, it's impossible to stop the mind from categorizing it in some way -- alphabetizing it, if you will, in the A to Z listing of the greatest performances, slightly lesser, not quite up to "par" ones, etc. And, given Michael's rare consistency in finding that place wherein the intangible reality of great art lives, there is no doubt that having witnessed him at his best on so many occasions, anything less -- though still very good, don't get me wrong -- conjures the double-edged sword of memory...a (wonderfully full and welcome) bit of baggage newcomers to his work have only begun to pack. As a clarification to all that, and an addition to the McD history topics noted above, you can click here to visit a partially reconstructed page from the version of Michael's bulletin board in existence in Jan. 2001...a page (the posts from which are shown word for word as they first appeared) detailing one of those McDermott history highlights...the 1-27-01 show at The Point. (Also, appropriate with regard to how far technology has evolved since this "distant past", if you visit the review page for that show [linked at left] you'll see how primitive the page/photos are commemorating it!). Back to the present, I got an e-mail from a pauper in another
part of the country asking about the recent World Cafe live, to whom I privately
gave my honest impressions. Part of the response to this stated, "After
you wrote me my own personal "review" of the show & then I read
the others, I thought to myself, The reason I mention that isn't to pat myself on the back for accurate insight by any means, but rather to point out yet another way history -- and technology -- have changed since my early days in attending Michael's shows. Back when that 2001 performance took place, there was no www.myspace.com on which to "blog" at all. However, if you click on the aforementioned bulletin board "archive" link above you'll find "the old fashioned way" Michael once used of sharing his own impressions of shows with paupers...a little surprise representing something "new" to McD community newcomers -- and a warm bit of nostalgia for my fellow pauper "old timers". In conclusion, then, here's to one thing that evolves and changes, but invariably stays the same -- the immense level of Michael's talent. And, of course, here's to the triumphant history I have no doubt is even right now in the making.
After you wrote me my own personal "review" of
the http://youtube.com/watch?v=uuOVXbwXjKw&search=michael%20mcdermott (Off My Mind) http://youtube.com/watch?v=xsYTvZAoerk&search=michael%20mcdermott (Long Way From Heaven) http://youtube.com/watch?v=fLiNEqWWr2A&search=McDermott (Interview - Corporate Country Sucks - recorded 3-3-06) O'Brien's 3-18-06 Solo Durty Nellie's 3-17-06 Bring 'Em Alll In (Mike Scott) O'Brien's - chicago 3/11/06 *1.) Fisherman's
Blues (Waterboys)
NEW!!!
http://www.cochems.com/clip_art/valenart.html
NEW!!!
NEW!!!
NEW!!! (As featured in
the December issue of "Mil Mania"):
The Upside Of Anger
Dummy
The Interpreter
The Human Stain
Big Fish
Earlier this year my husband and I became the proud owners of a pet rat -- not by choice, precisely, I must admit; rather, on a particularly wintry day early spring day we discovered the poor creature shivering on a patch of grass between a parking lot and a busy roadway. Fearing a bad ending pretty much inevitable if we left her where she was, my husband tentatively reached down to pick her up by the scruff of the neck...and, to our amazement, this odd little being stood up to very willingly meet his hand. Within seconds it proved obvious she was both familiar with and fond of people, as she made no attempt whatsoever to bite or otherwise show aggression. And once we'd located a small bucket in which to temporarily house her until we could get her home, she made it clear she wouldn't argue about that arrangement -- despite the fact she also made it very clear she vastly preferred my lap. As she nosed around a bit, nibbling gently on my sleeve, etc. we realized she was most likely hungry, and stopped to purchase a small bag of "party mix" made from cereal, pretzels, nuts, breadstick bits, etc. The cereal proved a particular hit, and she eagerly whittled away at several pieces, carefully holding each between her two very tiny cupped hands. Tearing the bottom portion from a soft drink cup I happened to have with me, I offered her a drink of water, which she likewise eagerly accepted.
We also called the vet to find out what she really should be
eating, and just a bit about her care in general, and were told us that rats
do indeed make wonderful pets, they eat most anything -- cat food, dog food,
people food -- and theorized that someone's girlfriend had quite possibly
"lost" the pet a boyfriend had acquired as a likely explanation for
her sudden appearance in the very unlikely spot where she'd turned up.
But, whatever her past, for the present we took her home --
already just a couple hours in falling quite in love with her -- the adorable
tiny hands with which she held each bit of food, and the gentleness of her
demeanor overall. And, (having already dubbed her "Molly") we watched
the lost-and-found section of our paper for several days, finally deciding she
was indeed ours -- and can't begin to express the relief and pleasure which
accompanied that realization.
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