More Big Drive Backfill & Fun with Garageband

Texas comprises the midpoint of Route 66, as well as one of the longest stretches of uninterrupted original 66, where one doesn't need to tarnish one's tyres (I have no idea whether they were Michelin, Goodyear or Kumho) on the Interstate. However, perhaps it was the fact that it was a Sunday, or perhaps it was W Bush's spectre, or perhaps even it was memories of Thelma & Louise...in any case, we drove through Texas in a day, with just a few brief stops to admire Cadillac Ranch or the Gator biker bar in Amarillo.  All along the road,  a 12-string lick was reverberating in my head, but the Rickenbacker 360 12-string (I've noticed that guitar or tyre model names make for big Google hits) only found me in San Francisco. However, my use of the freshly acquired Gibson ES-339 (Google redux) is embarrassing...I plead the beginning of the learning curve.

 

Barcelona Mardi Gras

It was a glorious Sunday in Barcelonita as the local residents did their own Mardi Gras parade, complete with Samba drum schools and dancers.

In the backstreets removed from the beach, we happened upon a tiny bar-restaurant, with the freshest sardines and canelone (a Barcelona speciality similar to the Cosa Nostra's).   With only three tables, soon there was a queue of masqueraded adults  and children.

Airports (Part iv)

SylVie left for her second Project Abroad today, this time from the relative luxury of CDG 2F.  She's flying with Korean Air, via Incheon Airport in Seoul, for the simple reason that it was cheapest and yet gave her Air France airmiles.  This despite the fact that the Seoul detour added a few hours and 2000 km to her trip.

How many extra miles are flown and extra barrels of kerosene consumed with such economics?

More Fun with Camera Phones

For our latest Boss-time, last December, I decided to innovate by ordering tickets behind the stage.  These were almost the cheapest in the house.  All told:

• The sound is better; 
• The view is closer; and
• One gets to observe little details, like the fact that Bruce uses a karaoke-style teleprompter embedded in the stage, to remember the lyrics (with a 300+ song catalogue, who can blame him.)

One constant, however, is that cameraphones are yet to threaten concert IPR.