And again
I emerge from the swamp. Yet again, haven't posted for a while. I suppose that I am just not as enraged as I was, just less likely to be sitting at the computer in the early hours filled with piss and vinegar, or bile, or whatever it is that causes the organism to kick off. Maybe this is a good thing, I don't know. I remain, of course, enraged. Just not writing it up as diligently as I should. Ah, the old times.
Cor, this "Raising Sand" - the new countryesque (I'm no authority) thing from Krauss and Plant, gets all Zep in places, with an ire-inducing stomp. I may be old and whitish and a bit fat and, as my friends all know, I'm openly pretty much from Maidenhead, but I don't really get the Zep thing. I mean, Lord knows I'd dearly love to do it to people. I'm just a little unconvinced about it as a spectator sport. Draw your own unspeakable parallels (no doubt about them L's).
The country bits are ok, actually. Miserable. Melodious. Quite nice. That's the Krauss, you know. But for me I'm afraid it'll still be other stuff. Than the Zep, and the Krauss-Zepelthing too.
Music. I've been concocting grooves from loops by hand in an audio editor. If that means anything to you, you can appreciate the pain. There's no separation per se, because yer loop is a stereo mix, so there's that. And if you replace something with something else then the lengths of the bits you are cutting and pasting have to match or you alter the feel. Which, sometimes, is what you want. But there must be an easier way. The way I'm doing it's like urban self-sufficiency. The warm glow is eclipsed by the fucking drag.
Ford Assist, eh? When I bought my newish secondhand Ford they threw in Ford Assist breakdown recovery. It's for Europe too, I'll have you know. It's the kind of thing that costs a lot. It's the kind of thing I want. So when I remember what it is that's tickling the back of my head about the car that I have now had for a year, I get out the wallet card for the old Ford Assist. I want to avoid the kind of scenario that has me abroad and motionally challenged and being told politely to get bent by my only friend, the Ford Assist. With splendid but unintended authority the card has no expiry date, or indeed anything else of a personal nature. Nothing at all. Could be your card, if you have one.
So I think I'll have a look on the web and see what the score is. The only mentions of Ford Assist - which has no web site as such - are on sites selling, yes, Ford's. It is, as I already knew, something they chuck in when you buy a Ford that is new (perhaps) or nearly so (for sure). No better information on the time period, which varies it seems, or the renewal details, or the cost.
Why do I think it will take me an age to find out the truth about Ford Assist? I'd get easier access to more details if I had my vehicle recovery with the Knights Templar.
Mind you, they're more sort of Mercedes boys I reckon.
Cor, this "Raising Sand" - the new countryesque (I'm no authority) thing from Krauss and Plant, gets all Zep in places, with an ire-inducing stomp. I may be old and whitish and a bit fat and, as my friends all know, I'm openly pretty much from Maidenhead, but I don't really get the Zep thing. I mean, Lord knows I'd dearly love to do it to people. I'm just a little unconvinced about it as a spectator sport. Draw your own unspeakable parallels (no doubt about them L's).
The country bits are ok, actually. Miserable. Melodious. Quite nice. That's the Krauss, you know. But for me I'm afraid it'll still be other stuff. Than the Zep, and the Krauss-Zepelthing too.
Music. I've been concocting grooves from loops by hand in an audio editor. If that means anything to you, you can appreciate the pain. There's no separation per se, because yer loop is a stereo mix, so there's that. And if you replace something with something else then the lengths of the bits you are cutting and pasting have to match or you alter the feel. Which, sometimes, is what you want. But there must be an easier way. The way I'm doing it's like urban self-sufficiency. The warm glow is eclipsed by the fucking drag.
Ford Assist, eh? When I bought my newish secondhand Ford they threw in Ford Assist breakdown recovery. It's for Europe too, I'll have you know. It's the kind of thing that costs a lot. It's the kind of thing I want. So when I remember what it is that's tickling the back of my head about the car that I have now had for a year, I get out the wallet card for the old Ford Assist. I want to avoid the kind of scenario that has me abroad and motionally challenged and being told politely to get bent by my only friend, the Ford Assist. With splendid but unintended authority the card has no expiry date, or indeed anything else of a personal nature. Nothing at all. Could be your card, if you have one.
So I think I'll have a look on the web and see what the score is. The only mentions of Ford Assist - which has no web site as such - are on sites selling, yes, Ford's. It is, as I already knew, something they chuck in when you buy a Ford that is new (perhaps) or nearly so (for sure). No better information on the time period, which varies it seems, or the renewal details, or the cost.
Why do I think it will take me an age to find out the truth about Ford Assist? I'd get easier access to more details if I had my vehicle recovery with the Knights Templar.
Mind you, they're more sort of Mercedes boys I reckon.
posted by Jim at 2:35 am
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