Love in the Woods
Entry 1087 posted in: The Holy Church of Iggy the Inuit
On 30 June 1990 Pink Floyd played a short – albeit not very sharp - set at the Knebworth Festival. It has to be said that it was not the band’s sole responsibility that the gig was, how shall we call it, mediocre by Floydian standards. On this disastrous occasion, and this occasion alone, a 20 minutes promo film was shown at the beginning of the show, with a short appearance of none other than Iggy the Eskimo, somewhere between the 4 and 5 minutes mark.
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Entry 1091 posted in: 6. Self-Made Monsters
Last week my ma came to visit me and the first thing she said after she had entered was: “Comb your hair!” I took the order, because that was what it was, as an insult and retorted that as far as I could remember she was in my house that I had bought with my dough and that after 48 years of living it was about time for me to do what I thought was good for me to do. My father grinned inconspicuously and my LA-girl sighed and told her mother-in-law that she had since long given up trying to mess with my hair. Normally they hate each other guts but this doesn’t apply when there is some Atagong bashing to do.
If Syd Barrett didn’t need to comb his hair why should I, I sulked. This was apparently not the best example I could have given.
What is it with those mothers, anyway? Roger Waters, at 37, couldn’t resist nagging at her on The Wall.
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you.
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.
…of course Momma's gonna help build a wall.
No wonder that this is a signature album for a lot of people I have met. Personally, my Floydian reference album dates from earlier on and is Wish You Were Here, but also there Waters couldn’t resist adding some maternal references!
You bought a guitar.
To punish your ma.
A while ago, after my LA-girl had returned from a hospital stay, mother-ma appeared radiantly at my doorstep. She had a bottle of champagne in one hand, a bottle of vinegar in the other...
The champagne was to celebrate my LA-girl’s homecoming.
The vinegar was to clean the toilet, because, according to murder-ma, no man can stay unattended at home without making a mess in the bathroom.
The problem is, that she was probably right.
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The Cross and the Maiden
Entry 1094 posted in: 6. Self-Made Monsters
Yesterday I went to a biannual charity meeting in my village after my LA-girl had chained my hands and feet and dragged me over. I am not and will never be a social person and to enter a sport complex filled with 200 people I have never met is rather close to a living nightmare. If Tartarus exists my eternal punishment will be exactly that. But in the end it turned out to be not that bad because actually we knew about a dozen of good doers and after we had said hello to them all the event was almost over.
A couple of years ago one of the inhabitants of the small village I am living in entered a TV song test competition. He was already a known soap actor, but as I have the build-in ability to avoid soaps when they appear on television, I had never heard of the guy. Our locals went berserk and started petitions to get our boy elected as TV personality of the year. We were asked to put posters of him at our front windows and, of course, to vote for him whenever he had his contest on TV. I still remember me saying that I was not going to act like a fool, certainly not for average soap actors with average singing abilities. I don’t need to say what the effect of this act of insubordination did for my popularity in the neighbourhood.
I’m old school, and in my days, singers would first do thousand of gigs before releasing a single. If you were good there was a one in a million chance to get famous. Nowadays, would be singers join a TV contest and before they have appeared in public their album turns gold. Such is showbiz nowadays.
It turned out that the guy first love was singing but he had turned into a soap actor to get the bills paid. Obviously he won the contest, fingers in the nose, as he was the only stallion in a donkey race. His first (so-and-so) single went straight to number 1. His second, far better if you ask me, failed to enter the top 10, because at that point the hype was already over and a new kiddies star had already been pampered by TV. But I guess he will turn out fine, he acted already in a few movies and a second album is on the way.
Yesterday, at the charity gig in his home village, he played roadie for a local comedy duo because his manager forbids him to do free solo acts unless there is a TV camera present. He brought hit number one as a sound check and came back, with hit number two, for the encore with the singing juggling act. Although his music is not my thing I am very appreciative of the fact that he turned up, against his manager’s instructions, to have an impromptu gig with his old chums from the local pub. Such thing is called loyalty and friendship and is something one doesn’t see very often anymore. Hats off to Stan, the man.
A local choir did the second gig. Although their name suggested some Nordic Saxon roots we weren’t invited to some pagan rituals. This was a church choir bringing us the most gruesome of Christmas songs. The group leader, obviously a man who had missed the vocation of being a priest and thus became a choir conductor in order to mess with young girls and boys, summoned the public to stop applauding in between songs, ordered us to sing along and insulted the ones who were chatting with their neighbours instead of carefully listening to the songs. I hated him immediately.
This man was the living proof that Catholic devotees should be helped as quickly as possible to reach the heaven they believe in and if that involves a hammer and some nails, why not? It also grew my appetite to listen to some Iron Maiden when I got home.
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Entry 1098 posted in: 3. Gamebits
A couple of weeks ago I made a small comment about the Sims [cfr. (insert title here)] and that made me look for that CD-rom and insert it once again. My harddisk still had an old neighbourhood peopled by Floydian personnel and I found a little man in a little house listening to the name of Syd Barrett. He was aptly dressed in a madcap costume and the first thing he did, after I had activated his personality, was setting the kitchen on fire. Pixels imitating life.
The Sims, I only have the first one plus a couple of extension packs, still is a very neat game and for the last couple of days I haven’t even checked my mails or bothered thinking about me blog. Such is digital life that it replaces reality.
If you know the game you will probably be acquainted with everything I’m going to write in the next couple of lines and if you don’t know the game you’ll probably don’t care. Sims is, let’s smash in an open window, a digital dollhouse and its concept is of devilish simplicity. You start, like in all simulation games, let it be SimCity, Transport Tycoon, Submarine Titans or others, with a limited amount of resources and in order to get a better life, what is what they make you believe is needed, you need more resources.
To get more resources, you need to have a job.
To get a better job you need friends.
To get more friends, you need more free time.
To get more free time, you need better household appliances.
To get better household appliances you need more resources.
Sims is as addictive as booger sugar and probably the best hidden persuader since Donald Duck to promote good old capitalistic consumerism.
One of the earlier simulation games that catched me drift was Settlers II. This 1996 (second) instalment of the series is still believed to be the best in its genre. I checked a magazine-giveaway Settlers IV later on but that game soon disappeared from my harddisk. I do remember that it had become too much of an Age Of Empires clone, all about military expansion but with too many supernatural powers, so I decided I’d better stick to the originals (AoE or Settlers, pick your choice).
Settlers II is one of the few games whose missions I’ve played more than once. I liked the ingenious transport system to be compared with a line of people passing buckets full of water in front of a burning house. Only in Settlers they pass every economical product: wood that needs to arrive at the carpenter to be turned into logs, grain and water that need to be turned into bread (at the bakery), fish, gold, weapons, etc… Trying to create an effective transport system without congestion was one of the absorbing aspects of the game. Although you had soldiers to protect and increase your territory this was not a military sim pur sang.
In 2005 I discovered an open source remake of the game called Widelands.
Widelands is a slow-paced real-time strategy free computer game under the open source license GPL. Widelands takes many ideas from and is quite similar to The Settlers and The Settlers II. It is still a work in progress, with development still required in graphics and bugfixing. The game runs on several operating systems such as Linux, BSD, Mac OS X and Windows. (Taken from Wikipedia.)
The problem at that time was that, although it had a game engine, lots of graphics were still missing and in quite a few occasions you had to look at small white squares moving over your screen representing a woodcutter or a soldier.
But, now 3 years later, the game developers list is quite impressive and the 13th build of the game can be played smoothly although some graphics still look a bit odd.
For those remembering the Settlers II days it is quite enjoyable, really, and on of the plusses is that it will now run in network mode, something that Settlers II refused to do.
Note: A thing I should mention is that the game saves a lot of debug or logging information and that these files can quickly run into the gigabytes. But if my memory is correct these sync stream dumps (with a .wss extension) are not really needed and can be deleted manually. Just have a look at your harddisk will ya.
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Love in the Woods (Part 2)
Entry 1102 posted in: The Holy Church of Iggy the Inuit
The so-called Lost In The Woods movie, that was part of the Knebworth pre show documentary, is a mix coming from different people, at different places, on different occasions. The Church quotes archbishop Dark Globe, who has scrutinized the movie before:
There's footage of Syd larking around in a garden with friends in 67, the 'lilac shirt' footage of Syd (late 67/68?) in which Lyndsay Korner also appears, and the blue suit/yellow ruffled shirt footage of Syd in the woods with two girls (Iggy and a mystery brunette) from 69.
The home movie footage is multilayered and you can catch glimpses of different footage superimposed on top of the main footage.
During the bit of Syd in the woods with Iggy, there's some footage of Syd with an acoustic guitar. The flashbacks movie only shows tantalising glimpses of the Syd home movie footage.
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