A very informative and intersting article posted on a blog to follow if you like Jazz.
How They Heard It – Blue Note Records and the Transition from Mono to Stereo.
or the occasional pitfall of buying secondhand records on e-Bay.
Is it me or is e-Bay’s contact system designed to put you off if things are not straightforward?
It started with someone sending a scratched record when they said it wasn’t. Eventually I went to the resolution centre and “won”. I thought this is good. However the refund didn’t happen.
Tried PayPal and they pointed to e-Bay.
Tried e-Bay Live Chat twice but both were truncated at the e-Bay end without explanation.
Last week one loooooooonnggggggg phone call being passed between people until they found the department I “needed” and it was was closed.
Yes they would phone back – did they? NO they didn’t.
I eventally found an e-mail facility – but am unsure if it sent as I haven’t recieved a reply.
So tonight I phoned again. That started over an hour ago.
Dealt with three different departments this evening and currently they are liaising with a 4th.
At least this time I might be getting somewhere – but at this rate the refund equates to less than the minimum wage for all the effort.
Ah ha after 70 minutes on the phone I have been promised the refund with 7 days.
Following on from my earlier posts about record cleaning and the Vinyl Passion Dust Buster I hope you realise that I like my records clean! So imagine my surprise when the other night I found a bush growing on my stylus – arrgghhhhhhhhhhhh.
You can see the bush where the stylus should be (close up photography is not one of my strong points)
And would it come off??? No, not easily. Stylus brush, zilch. A 30 year old Goldring ultrasonic cleaner, zilch. Stylus cleaning fluid, zilch . Blu-tak, zilch. In the end it was coaxing with a modelling knife an old paint brush (artist type, not emulsion wall paint type) and a wiggly bit of blu-tack – mmmm my heart was in my mouth at times – I still haven’t worked out what it was or how it got there – but my first thought that it was a spider accident was proved not to be the case.
Sam Baker with guitar in the All Saints Centre, Lewes
For those who appreciate the quieter Texicana, Americana this guy is an absolute treasure. A songwriter of rare quality and up there and beyond with Guy Clark.
Luckily for the those of us in UK he makes what seems like an annual visit to these shores, playing small friendly venues. I suspect this is as a result of Bob Harris championing him early on and building a small fan-base.
If you haven’t heard him, you can always check him out on his web site – easy peasy to find. His 4th cd “say grace” was issued last year – and it has been picking up some well deserved recognition – in the Top 5, Rolling Stone Country Lp’s of 2013!
Anyway back to last night – Mr Baker could be found entertaining a good crowd in a lovely converted church in the historic Sussex town of Lewes. It was a new venue on me – and one I would be only too happy to visit again – similar but nicer than St George’s in Brighton. I belive Nic & Jo Jones are lined for All Saints later in the year.
Sam played two sets that, added up, must have been over two hours. He was in a chatty and relaxed mood, playing requests. I can’t think of one song of his 4 CD’s that I don’t like – yes there are favourites but…
It was also an educational night – at one point the stage conversation meandered on to Virginia Woolf – who lived close to Lewes. At the height of a bout of depression she filled the pockets of her coat with stones, walked into the River Ouse and drowned – if you feel so inclined the words of her farewell can be found on the net and are astounding reading.
Back to Sam – his songs give snapshots of life. Yet they have space to let your imagination breath – no polished po songs here. They often portray the sader side of life and I feel they sit closely with say Guy Clark’s Old No.1 songs and in some way remind me of the departed Warren Zevon (not sure why – but they do). Last night Sam opened up his soul further than I have heard him before on his experience of being blasted by a Train Bomb in Peru which killed the three travellers he was sitting next to – you cannot help but be moved – and it is a stark reminder of the madness of some of the human race who are just nasty pices of work (of which too many are hitting the headlines these days) and the damage they do. So yes it is Real modern Country Blues!
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The outline of yesterdays ride looks a bit like a cats head – What is this telling me??
After feeling rather lethargic for the last week – work, heavy rain and all that – it was time to hit the tracks again as the Sun came out yesterday afternoon.
I really didn’t feel upto much as I drove towards the Downs. I had intended to park in Shoreham and head for the “Rings” again, but cut short my drive and parked at Pycombe.
Almost at the top of Newtimber Hill
Instead of heading to Saddlescombe over the South Downs Way, I rode up Newtimber Hill with the hedgerows grabbing at my arms. At the top I was in to open views down to the sea – sheer bliss. picking up the SDW it was then up to Devil’s Dyke – passing through the remnants of a Rave – oh to be 35 years younger.
At the top I was feeling good and reckoned Chanchtonbury Ring was a reasonable target. Down, Up, Down, Up, Down, Up, Down, Down, Down, Up, Up, Up and about 10 miles later I was there under the trees taking a well earned (even though I say it myself) break.
Down by the River – almost down to sea level
I chose then to take the easy route back – off-road down past Cissbury Ring into Worthing then along the seafront before turning inland at Brighton. I must have been feeling good as instead of following the London Road I took Montpelier Drive then the Dyke Road back up – finally coming down to the A27 on Mill Road. 36.5 miles, 800m of climbing – fanatstic – the last few weekend shorter rides must have helepd after all.
I think I earnt it.
Heading East – towards Brighton – tarmac is soo much easier than off-roading