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Some of my other favorites... (Bet you didn't guess that one.) (Yes, instead of Peter Gabriel. You can crucify me later.)

"Tea, Earl Grey, hot."

Nice! Uematsu's compositions were always a big part of what made Final Fantasy for me.

"You have upset the balance!"

Title says all. Can be any composer, lyricist, singer, instrumentalist... My all-time favorite is Phil Ochs, a troubadour who found his calling at anti-war rallies in the 60's. His early work initially attracted me and my bleeding heart with his earnest idealism and meaningful lyrics, and I became hooked when his 1966-1970 work touched my soul in ways no other work of art had before or has since. I firmly believe that he was one of the greatest poets/lyricists of the 20th century, and the greatest to come out of the Greenwich folk scene, even going beyond Bob Dylan (who mostly just dealt in images instead of in-depth feeling). I recognize, of course, that not everyone likes him as much as I do. I think that for most people, a favorite artist of any kind is determined by how deeply the art gets in touch with the observer. Phil was often noted as being one to write rather complex lyrics that are hard to understand, but I find the lyrics capture many of my own feelings almost perfectly when I read into them. Live at Carnegie Hall, 1970; written in 1966 about a lonesome and desperate sailor at port. Live at the PNE Garden Auditorium, 1969; written in 1966 about his separation from his wife, popular among fans. 1967; an upbeat Dixieland jazz tune with sardonically dark lyrics about a whore... though I may be wrong about that in the same way I misinterpreted "Ten Cents A Dance" (Lorenz Hart, 1930). 1964; His bread and butter, rallies marchers and activists. 1968; A 13-minute epic about a journey through a cold Roman hell. Almost on par with "The Crucifixion" as his magnum opus. I'm interested to hear who your favorite musicians are. If you have trouble picking between a few, and see this question as you might see "pick your favorite child", pick a few.

I have autism comorbid with manic-depression. I guess they're able to co-occur because they're happening in different centres of the brain? Don't remember. Either way, it can be very annoying because my anti-social behavior - which is in no small part caused by the autism - stifles my ability to outwardly express my intense emotions and hides my violent mood swings from the people around me. As good as it might be for folks to not have to deal (too much) with my issues, I am left feeling very alone and misunderstood. Having bipolar has its moments; mania can be a lot of fun if it isn't too intense. But it can be absolutely soul-crushing to go through a depressive phase and not know how to express your feelings and cry out for help. I tend to suffer alone, even when I'm going over the edge. The important thing to do when you're going through a rough time is to stay strong and regard it as a learning experience. You'll make it out of the tunnel if you keep finding your legs and moving forward when the trains hit you.

Signed up here 3 years ago. Wasn't big on forums, back then, so I kind of forgot about this place. Never forgot about Ross, though. So far, it's been quite pleasant; people here certainly seem kind enough.

"I am descended from the basement above the mill, where I canned the corn."

"An bhfuil Gaeilge agat, bail ó Dhia ort!" [You have Irish. God prosper you.]

Saw American Made in theatres on release. I'd give it a solid 7/10, though that may be a little generous. I enjoyed it.

Sergio Leone's final film. It was butchered by the Ladd Company upon its 1984 U.S. release, and over two hours from the current version were cut. It should have gone down in history as a classic, but the shoddy release made it an obscurity. My favorite gangster movie of all time. I and many others consider this movie to be better than The Godfather because it humanized the people it portrayed and refused to glorify them. It showed that gangsters were more than newspaper stories and Hollywood roles. That they were people who had thoughts, feelings, reasons, and stories. To date, there are few other films that capture that (Mean Streets, to name one other).

I watch more movies than TV, but I get a little in here and there. 1.) Twin Peaks (Favorite character: Albert Rosenfield) 2.) Doctor Who (Fourth Doctor, favorite Doctor; 1974-1981) 3.) Star Trek: TNG (Q) 4.) Cowboy Bebop (Ed) 5.) Scooby-Doo Where Are You? (Shaggy; 1969-1970)

qrr1Q0M_-YM I have a wind-up Victor cabinet from 1920 that I like to play this record on. My print is a 1947 reissue of Sorry/Since My Best Gal Turned Me Down. It's my favorite Bix groove. I'd record my own version and put it up, but I don't own a camera and this is easier. This guy has a 1936 Vocalion pressing. I think the original one was a Parlophone wax from 1927.

Tonight, I'm having a spicy hot link sausage with onions, tomatoes, and mustard in a bun. Also, with a side of fries and apple juice. I usually eat a little healthier than this, but I'm feeling kind of chipper today, so I'll enjoy myself.

Floaty.

No, I can understand hatred of beets. I personally find them mediocre, and reserve them for Thanksgiving only. Am I weird for using the same down blanket I've used since I was a little kid? I take it everywhere I go to sleep and sometimes wear it around the house during cold months; I never grew out of my blankie.

I wrote in "Pigasus". The whole world is watching! The whole world is watching!

Always thought Ross looked like a young Vladimir Lenin if the Bolsheviks went metal. Shot him an email about it two years ago. I don't know whether he had the same idea before that, but I like to tell myself that I gave him the idea (mentioned in Baldies video at 17:20). Makes me feel good.

I identify as a Fender Sunburst Stratocaster electric guitar. Gives a whole new meaning to wanting to be loved and held by people with nimble fingers.

Of course, even if we were to set on that road now, it'd be well after our time that we'd reach such a balance. Quick changes are not easy to make from old and intrinsic traditions, and good things come with time. We have picked up where the generations before us left off, and we will carry on until nature leaves us, and the torch is passed to our descendents. You know, there were at least seven generations that lived through a time when the flintlock gun was the most modern form of firearm, and I can bet that there were many who doubted we'd ever get beyond that. But developments to that mechanism, such as the breech-loading system, came over time to advance it until flint-striking became an obsolete method of ignition. Just as the inventor of the flintlock might be baffled by the idea of an automatic weapon, we are sometimes doubtful of ideas and possibilities that seem to be too far off to ever be in reach. Remember that there was time before us and there will be time after us. Each generation of human beings are just as human as the next. We have come this far, and we can go much further.

The Viets needed aid from the Chinese and the Russians to fight the Americans and the French, but that didn't mean they wanted to be in with them when the war was over. Ho Chi Minh was a nationalist; if the Viets were to be communist, they were to be Vietnamese communists. They hated the nations backing them because both wanted Viet Nam under their thumbs as much as the Americans did. Nonetheless, they saw them as a necessary evil for the aid they received. Even people like Henry Kissinger knew (and later admitted) that the Viet domino didn't matter in the grand scale of things, and the nationalism was a big reason why. U.S. involvement in the Second Indochina War made no sense when you tear away all the bullshit.

I'm interested in joining.

tngIiaV3BFo Written in 1919, popularized in 1920 by ol' Jolie. This is a later recording from 1945, with Jolson's aged voice backed by a more modern orchestra led by Carmen Dragon. It's cut in half, but one can easily find both full ones if they're curious enough to look. What I like about this video (only scene where Al himself appears in The Jolson Story) is that it puts cameras in a vaudeville theatre with someone who had performed in an era where putting cameras in such a place was unheard of, and has him perform again. Though he was well past his prime, he still had all the talent and drive to put the groove into his moves. The original audio for the clip is not available, but the beauty in how he moves on that stage is legendary.

Indeed, imperialism comes in many forms.