The bridge is over the water. Over the hills, through the woods. No use crying over spilled milk. He's over the hill. Game over. Do we have any leftovers?
The pond dried up every night so we walked through with our flashlights to look at all the animals. I was stunned at how many snakes there were, burrowed in little mud beds. Some were huge and vicious-looking. I decided to wake up the biggest one so I got a big stick and tried to lift it out of the mud. It was very heavy so I started kicking it. I finally wedged it up and out of it's mud bed. As soon as it hit the ground it sprang to life and instantly disappeared in the darkness.
at exactly 16:46
I daresay, this may be the greatest live Ozzy-sans-Sabbath record of all time. If you remove Rhoads and Iommi from the equation, Brad Gillis was an underrated guitarist. You, on the other hand, will hate it-- for all the correct reasons! Ozzy let this go out of print, for different reasons. I got it when it was new and loved it. I even decoded the rune border surrounding the album, by figuring out the vowels first (it's an ode to Randy Rhoads). The only Sabbath record I owned was Master Of Reality, so this was my introduction to their other material.
The artwork and photography is great, the sound quality is clean yet analog, and ozzy is on fire.
Hearing this again, as an adult, reminds me how much I like these versions. It's the sound I was going for in Maurice-- which could be an explanation as to why everyone hated us!
at exactly 08:09
We are selling the matched pair of Speck EQs on eBay right now, for any of you gear hounds in the audience. Bought from mercenary.com for $1,100. It's made it's way onto every Pajo release since purchase! Please find a good home for the bastard:
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at exactly 06:59
The ones you cherish. The steadfast few. The Quisp-eating fools. The Curious George Einsteins. Without them you are just a man in a flat.
The ones you loathe. The fickle followers. The Big Mac Church of Christ. Shaun the Hypocritical Sheep. Without them you are just a God unfettered.
The ones you befriend. The infernal militia. Professional sinners. The Count Chocula Legion. Without them you are just a small town street at 3 AM.
at exactly 08:36
He begins his sizable, treacherous journey by carrying 28 guitars up 3 flights of stairs, in the pissing rain. "Is it really better to do things alone?" he muses while waiting for the locksmith. "Aye, it is always better," he determines. Although not always best, comes the punch.
at exactly 12:49