For your listening pleasure, this Bob Dylan and The Band 1969-1970 Compilation DVD:
So sometime back in the previous millennium a bunch of us technical-publishing bohemians were sitting around wasting time as we were wont to do, coming up with band names, which reminds me of xian’s law: “There are more good band names than there are good bands.”
One of the ones that I suggested that our gang really liked was The Reuben Kincaid (we weren’t sure how to spell it though). It has that ’70s pop-culture thing and of course the classic ’60s-era “The” prefix (as in “The Pink Floyd”). Then time passed and we drifted around.
Five or so years ago when I started teaching myself ukulele and posting my baby steps on my blog, I decided that I was going to form a “virtual band” out of myself and anyone I could get to overdub on my tracks. I called that band The Reuben Kincaid.
More time passed and I renamed it Layers of Meta, which is its name today. I also play in a duo with my brother Arthur (aka “xourmas”) as The Power & Mighty.
But when myself and Cecil Vortex and so-called Bill and “the B is silent” Ryan got together last fall, at first to work on our still-very-underground radio show, Podcast Gold, we sort of evolved into a quartet, with Cecil on guitar, songwriting, arrangement, keyboards, production, and general fabulousness, Bill on bass, Ryan on bongoes (and sound recording-ism), and myself on ukulele.
And now, at last, the Reuben Kincaid has its first single! Enjoy…
It was great to see the main rap from Hustle and Flow win the Oscar for best song, but did they really have to alter the chorus to sing about “a whole lot of [w]itches jumping ship”? I’m as sensitive as the next guy, but witch just doesn’t make any sense in that context. They might as well have sung “It’s hard out here for a wimp.”
When did touch base morph into touch base*s*?
Is it because few people still follow baseball? In baseball touching base is making an important connection. Touching bases sounds like two people each holding some kind of “base” and touching them together. I can’t picture it.
A friend on a mailing list, writing to another friend who’s contemplating a move, passed along this wonderful quotation:
Someone had mentioned an analogy that had begun to prey on my mind. Going to California, he had said, was like entering a swimming-pool. It was pleasant, you swam a few laps, and before you knew it, you were fifty years old.
– Vikram Seth, Two Lives