It's a good thing that I am now on vacation. For the last two weeks I have been dealing with a problem that it so ridiculous and asinine that it's almost impossible to describe, especially when I consider that this is not an elementary school student but a 46-year-old man! Well, it has to do with water! Yes, water and bagels! We have a Poland Springs water dispenser to provide water for anyone who would like to have a nice cup of water, especially in the hot summer time. That includes employees as well as drivers making deliveries. Now the elevator guy at my workplace suddenly decided that it was his place to be the "water nazi" and tell people like our regular UPS driver (who is one of the nicest people I know) that they can't have any water; that it's for employees only. Now when the rest of us overruled him on that point, he became quite belligerent, making lots of comments day after day and only shutting up occasionally, sometimes when someone, like myself, really lay into him. Now I don't want the workplace to be contentious. I just want to do what I have to and go home. I really don't feel like raising my voice.
Then this particular elevator guy started on my coworker, who is a woman, saying that women shouldn't be working in a loading dock, that women should just be cooking and cleaning. Luckily for him, she doesn't want to make problems or he could have a lawsuit on his hands but her patience is rapidly running out like mine is. Then every Friday we get bagels with cream cheese and lox, paid for by the company. This same guy is starting in with the same crap that he engaged in regarding the water, basically taking it upon himself to decide who gets a bagel. Amazing, huh? In an era where many people are out of work and unable to find a job, this guy continues to take for granted that he has a job and continues to push this crap and get away with it. Sooner or later his luck is going to run out if he doesn't cut the childishness. He's gotten away with a lot but there are limits, if it were my choice he would have already been out the door but I don't have the power to make that call. Well at least now I get a break from that, for the next week at least.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Ghosts
I have been starting to put together material for an eventual book I would like to write dealing with the question, "Do Ghosts Exist?" And, if they exist, what are they? Are people who witness them just imagining things, are they spirits, are they a link to some parallel dimension, or are they just some random form of energy, or some form of "psychic imprint"? Obviously I most likely won't get a definitive answer to any of these questions but I will try to get as close to an answer as possible.
Now , there is the question that is often asked of me when I tell people of this project, "Do I believe in ghosts?" Well, for now, I have to answer, "I don't know". I haven't actually seen one and I would certainly prefer to see one with my own eyes before I could answer with a definitive "yes" but I know of enough credible people who have seen something that they can't explain to answer with a definitive "no". I have had a strange experience that I can't quite explain but there were enough variables that it could be explained as something other than a ghost or spirit. I'll go into that a paragraph down. Now, the term ghost is a blanket term for various entities. There are so called poltergeists, supposed spirits that can make things move, there are ghosts in the form of people who sometimes react to humans and sometimes go as if there are no humans witnessing them. Then, there are the so called "orbs" or balls of light that are said to resemble spirits. This is what my friends and I may have come into contact with a few years back.
We were at a church that is one of the more notoriously haunted places in Connecticut, a state that has many supposedly haunted places. Photos are included at the top of this blog. The church is surrounded by a cemetary. My friend snapped a few photos in the cemetary and, while we were looking at those same areas as photographed, we saw nothing but on the pictures there were some weird, unexplained bits of light that look similar to the photos of the orbs that I have seen. We thought that they might have come from reflections of light, something like that but no, in the end, we couldn't logically explain where these small "orbs" came from. Again, none of saw anything bizarre with our naked eyes. Anyway, I have to wrap up this blog now so I will post more of ghost stories and adventures in trying to solve this mystery.
Jackson Browne
Last night I saw Jackson Browne play at the Bandshell in Prospect Park. This is the fourth time that I've seen him play and he was excellent as always. It's pretty amazing that the guy is sixty years old and pretty much looks and sounds the same as he did 37 years ago on his first album. It didn't hurt that he is coming off of what I rate as one of his best albums, 2008's Time The Conqueror. Unlike some other acts he felt very confident in the new material, playing just about half the songs from the album. No one matches Jackson in the area of introspective, reflective songs and the title track, "Time The Conqueror" is evidence of that. I was hoping that Jackson would perform two of my favorite tracks from the new album, "Live Nude Cabaret" and "Far From Arms Of Hunger", which I believe are two of the best songs he's ever done. During the course of the show, he did a nice job of blending somewhat obscure songs from his catalog, performing the hits and showcasing the new album in a more than two hour set. It's a tour well worth seeing.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Robert Cray
Friday night I attended another excellent outdoor concert, this time at the bandshell in Prospect Park. Robert Cray was the performer. For anyone not familiar with his music, Robert Cray is a stellar blues guitarist with a fine voice, who has been around for a long time. His Strong Persuader, went double platinum and was one of the standout albums of 1986, yet for some strange reason, even though he continued to make very good albums (Some Rainy Morning from 1994 is an example), he slipped below the commercial radar. He has albums that when I look him up on Amazon.com, I never even heard of them. It's too bad as he has a very respectable catalog and is well worth cehcking out.
He performed about 17 or so songs, which was a very impressive feat as the weather changed from decent to all out rain and even a thunder storm. Throughout the set, Robert played like the experienced professional that he is. He was backed by his very capable band, with some great basswork and keyboard work accompanying him. They will be touring with Eric Claption in the fall.
He performed about 17 or so songs, which was a very impressive feat as the weather changed from decent to all out rain and even a thunder storm. Throughout the set, Robert played like the experienced professional that he is. He was backed by his very capable band, with some great basswork and keyboard work accompanying him. They will be touring with Eric Claption in the fall.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Excerpt from Two Fisted Power
As I'll be doing from time to time, to showcase some of my writing, I am making this post feature a snippet from my writing. In this case, it will be a sample of my book, Two Fisted Power. Two Fisted Power, about an aging former boxing champion making a comeback, is finished and in the rewrite stage, with a ready for publishing date soon. I have to decided whether to push this book along the agent route or get some copies published independently on lulu.com or some other related self-publishing service before going the agent/major publishing company route. Anyway, here goes:
Andrew Davis threw his first connecting left jab in five years. It slammed hard into the face of Otis Brubeck, knocking him back. That’s it; the power was still there, he thought. That was a major relief. He followed that jab with a second jab, connecting with Otis’s chin, then followed with a right uppercut, which felt as if it nearly broke Otis’s neck. Otis fell into the ropes. Andrew went low with a left right combination to Otis’s midsection. Otis threw a right hook and Andrew was able to backstop and move out of the way. Good, his reflexes hadn’t slowed a bit. Andrew feinted with a left and as Otis tilted his head back, threw a straight right back into his jaw, then followed with another one two combination into Otis’s midsection. Another right uppercut and the weakened Otis Brubeck fell in the middle of the ring.
Referee Chaz Englehart began the count as Andrew walked to the neutral corner. He had seen this many times before. Otis struggled to get up, fell back down and the count reached ten. Andrew Davis, former world heavyweight champion winner by first round knockout. At ten, Andrew jumped up and down. The crowd broke out into cheers. Andrew leaned into the ropes and looked around the arena. He felt a sense of vindication. Before the fight he had felt a certain element of trepidation even though he had been in the ring many times before. Perhaps that was just natural on account of being away from the ring for so long.
Andrew looked around at the crowd. A first round knockout. It was good to be back. He had achieved many first round knockouts in his day, but this meant more to him because of how long he was perceived as being out of the game. He looked into the crowd and saw someone holding a sign with black market saying, “Andrew Davis, next heavyweight champion”. Another sign said, “the four time heavyweight champion”.
There was a thought, four-time heavyweight champion. In his excitement, he almost forgot about his opponent. He looked over at him. He was just getting up now, a little groggy, but seemingly okay. Andrew went over to him, put his hand on his shoulder and said, “good fight, man.”
“Yeah, while it lasted.”
There was nothing more for Andrew to say under the circumstances so he walked away. Jimmie Olbert, one of the broadcasters for the sports network ran over to Andrew with his cameraman and put a microphone in his face. “Hey Andrew, how does it feel to be back? That was a very impressive win, by the way.”
“Well, Jimmie, it felt like old times. I feel great. I did what I wanted to in the fight, I controlled the pace, and I scored a knockout. I knew coming in to this fight that if I didn’t knock him out convincingly that my skills at my age would be in question. It was absolutely important that I put him away and that I put him away in convincing fashion.”
“You did great, it was like 1985 all over again. Now, tell me, is there a plan to move all the way up to the heavyweight championship?”
“Oh yeah, certainly. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t hungry again for one more shot. I’m going all the way to the top.”
“Now that was an easy opponent, but how do you think it will be different when you step up in competition?”
“I’ll be ready, I have twenty years of skills developed as a pro. At this stage in my career, there isn’t much I haven’t come across yet.”
“I guess it’s not a stretch to say that you feel ready for a title shot now.”
“Not quite yet. I still need to get some cobwebs out.” Andrew’s trainer and good friend, Bill Engle, walked over and stood at his side. He added to the discussion, “I’ve been saying all along that when Andrew came back he would be a monster. He might be a bit older but he hasn’t lost a step.”
The crowd was applauding Andrew. That felt good; better than anything he had felt in a long time. Andrew walked back to the dressing room knowing that this fight went as well as he could have expected, if not even surpassing his expectations. This was a good idea, having a few easy tune up matches scheduled in local under cards to get the cobwebs out before stepping up to the real competition. It reminded him of the days beginning all those years ago fighting in county fairgrounds and small clubs, gaining all of that vital experience that he would need when he made it to fighting in arenas and fighting for championships. When he was starting out, he fought all sorts of opponents. He would take any one who came along and agreed to fight him so that one night he might have to fight some out of shape, overweight pug and then two weeks later a fighter with far more wins than losses. Eventually he stepped up to face the big undefeated contenders on his way to the inevitable title shot.
The crowd here gave, for the most part, a standing ovation. There were a few in the crowd booing, another aspect of the day that brought memories floating back to Andrew. All those wins. All that blood and media attention. It was good to be back.
In the dressing room, Andrew sat down on the chair. He smiled and said to Bill, “I didn’t even break a sweat in that fight. I feel like I could go for a few more fights.”
“This fight was low enough on the card that I think we could go for some more fights.”
Andrew laughed. Then he turned serious. “I can win in the ring. I wouldn’t even be doing this if I didn’t feel I could accomplish something in there again, but you know as well as I do that this is just the beginning. I think this’ll be the easy part.”
“Yeah, WBF is not too crazy about you coming back.”
“They were the ones who made it a pain in the ass for me to get my boxing license back, weren’t they?”
Andrew Davis was a former world champion who had the reputation coming back in fights that he was behind in. His epic 1985 battle for the WBF Heavyweight Championship against Rico Rosales saw Andrew hitting the canvas twice, seemingly behind on the scorecards and coming back and winning the championship, knocking Rosales out in the tenth round. It was the crowning achievement of his life to win that belt. He wasn’t the favorite of the committee of the WBF and wasn’t one of the media darlings so he had to earn his way to that match, beating contender after contender. Andrew knew that he wasn’t going to get a free ride out of anything. Hard work and hard work alone would get him to where he wanted to be.
Andrew knew that the key here was to keep fighting and winning. He had no problem starting out at the bottom again. Like Jaheim Evans said, he could have gotten a bigger level comeback fight, one that would be shown on one of the cable networks and get his comeback some exposure. To hell with that, he didn’t want to owe anyone anything; he just wanted to get his break and earn his way to the shot. If he kept winning fights, those scumbags in the WBF and all those other corrupt powers that be wouldn’t be able to ignore him. That was the key to keeping his comeback bid alive and prove all those people wrong who said he couldn’t comeback and be competitive after this time.
Andrew called a local promoter, Jim Fowley, who he had known over the years and had him line up a fight in Columbus, this one was to be only six days after the last fight. It was, of course, against another no name scrub, but that was what Andrew wanted. Someone else to be ready for a rapid knockout and give Andrew a chance to get rid of that ring rust. Bill Engle told him that he didn’t see any sign of ring rust in the last battle (well it really wasn’t much of a battle), the last fight, but Andrew felt that he needed to get another few fights in, while his comeback was still obscure. Word would travel soon about his path and it would then be harder to set up these obscure fights and the pressure would be on to step up. Then the fun would really begin.
The opponent was Taye Jefferson, a local carpenter who fought more or less only on weekends. His record was 20 wins and about 35 losses with 15 knockouts. He was about 280 pounds at six foot three, a big guy, perfect to test Andrew’s hooks and straight crosses and see if he still had the power. If he couldn’t put this guy away fast then maybe the comeback was a bad idea. It wasn’t about winning the fight, Andrew knew he could beat this pug easily; it was about the speed of the knockout. There would lay the test.
Andrew Davis threw his first connecting left jab in five years. It slammed hard into the face of Otis Brubeck, knocking him back. That’s it; the power was still there, he thought. That was a major relief. He followed that jab with a second jab, connecting with Otis’s chin, then followed with a right uppercut, which felt as if it nearly broke Otis’s neck. Otis fell into the ropes. Andrew went low with a left right combination to Otis’s midsection. Otis threw a right hook and Andrew was able to backstop and move out of the way. Good, his reflexes hadn’t slowed a bit. Andrew feinted with a left and as Otis tilted his head back, threw a straight right back into his jaw, then followed with another one two combination into Otis’s midsection. Another right uppercut and the weakened Otis Brubeck fell in the middle of the ring.
Referee Chaz Englehart began the count as Andrew walked to the neutral corner. He had seen this many times before. Otis struggled to get up, fell back down and the count reached ten. Andrew Davis, former world heavyweight champion winner by first round knockout. At ten, Andrew jumped up and down. The crowd broke out into cheers. Andrew leaned into the ropes and looked around the arena. He felt a sense of vindication. Before the fight he had felt a certain element of trepidation even though he had been in the ring many times before. Perhaps that was just natural on account of being away from the ring for so long.
Andrew looked around at the crowd. A first round knockout. It was good to be back. He had achieved many first round knockouts in his day, but this meant more to him because of how long he was perceived as being out of the game. He looked into the crowd and saw someone holding a sign with black market saying, “Andrew Davis, next heavyweight champion”. Another sign said, “the four time heavyweight champion”.
There was a thought, four-time heavyweight champion. In his excitement, he almost forgot about his opponent. He looked over at him. He was just getting up now, a little groggy, but seemingly okay. Andrew went over to him, put his hand on his shoulder and said, “good fight, man.”
“Yeah, while it lasted.”
There was nothing more for Andrew to say under the circumstances so he walked away. Jimmie Olbert, one of the broadcasters for the sports network ran over to Andrew with his cameraman and put a microphone in his face. “Hey Andrew, how does it feel to be back? That was a very impressive win, by the way.”
“Well, Jimmie, it felt like old times. I feel great. I did what I wanted to in the fight, I controlled the pace, and I scored a knockout. I knew coming in to this fight that if I didn’t knock him out convincingly that my skills at my age would be in question. It was absolutely important that I put him away and that I put him away in convincing fashion.”
“You did great, it was like 1985 all over again. Now, tell me, is there a plan to move all the way up to the heavyweight championship?”
“Oh yeah, certainly. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t hungry again for one more shot. I’m going all the way to the top.”
“Now that was an easy opponent, but how do you think it will be different when you step up in competition?”
“I’ll be ready, I have twenty years of skills developed as a pro. At this stage in my career, there isn’t much I haven’t come across yet.”
“I guess it’s not a stretch to say that you feel ready for a title shot now.”
“Not quite yet. I still need to get some cobwebs out.” Andrew’s trainer and good friend, Bill Engle, walked over and stood at his side. He added to the discussion, “I’ve been saying all along that when Andrew came back he would be a monster. He might be a bit older but he hasn’t lost a step.”
The crowd was applauding Andrew. That felt good; better than anything he had felt in a long time. Andrew walked back to the dressing room knowing that this fight went as well as he could have expected, if not even surpassing his expectations. This was a good idea, having a few easy tune up matches scheduled in local under cards to get the cobwebs out before stepping up to the real competition. It reminded him of the days beginning all those years ago fighting in county fairgrounds and small clubs, gaining all of that vital experience that he would need when he made it to fighting in arenas and fighting for championships. When he was starting out, he fought all sorts of opponents. He would take any one who came along and agreed to fight him so that one night he might have to fight some out of shape, overweight pug and then two weeks later a fighter with far more wins than losses. Eventually he stepped up to face the big undefeated contenders on his way to the inevitable title shot.
The crowd here gave, for the most part, a standing ovation. There were a few in the crowd booing, another aspect of the day that brought memories floating back to Andrew. All those wins. All that blood and media attention. It was good to be back.
In the dressing room, Andrew sat down on the chair. He smiled and said to Bill, “I didn’t even break a sweat in that fight. I feel like I could go for a few more fights.”
“This fight was low enough on the card that I think we could go for some more fights.”
Andrew laughed. Then he turned serious. “I can win in the ring. I wouldn’t even be doing this if I didn’t feel I could accomplish something in there again, but you know as well as I do that this is just the beginning. I think this’ll be the easy part.”
“Yeah, WBF is not too crazy about you coming back.”
“They were the ones who made it a pain in the ass for me to get my boxing license back, weren’t they?”
Andrew Davis was a former world champion who had the reputation coming back in fights that he was behind in. His epic 1985 battle for the WBF Heavyweight Championship against Rico Rosales saw Andrew hitting the canvas twice, seemingly behind on the scorecards and coming back and winning the championship, knocking Rosales out in the tenth round. It was the crowning achievement of his life to win that belt. He wasn’t the favorite of the committee of the WBF and wasn’t one of the media darlings so he had to earn his way to that match, beating contender after contender. Andrew knew that he wasn’t going to get a free ride out of anything. Hard work and hard work alone would get him to where he wanted to be.
Andrew knew that the key here was to keep fighting and winning. He had no problem starting out at the bottom again. Like Jaheim Evans said, he could have gotten a bigger level comeback fight, one that would be shown on one of the cable networks and get his comeback some exposure. To hell with that, he didn’t want to owe anyone anything; he just wanted to get his break and earn his way to the shot. If he kept winning fights, those scumbags in the WBF and all those other corrupt powers that be wouldn’t be able to ignore him. That was the key to keeping his comeback bid alive and prove all those people wrong who said he couldn’t comeback and be competitive after this time.
Andrew called a local promoter, Jim Fowley, who he had known over the years and had him line up a fight in Columbus, this one was to be only six days after the last fight. It was, of course, against another no name scrub, but that was what Andrew wanted. Someone else to be ready for a rapid knockout and give Andrew a chance to get rid of that ring rust. Bill Engle told him that he didn’t see any sign of ring rust in the last battle (well it really wasn’t much of a battle), the last fight, but Andrew felt that he needed to get another few fights in, while his comeback was still obscure. Word would travel soon about his path and it would then be harder to set up these obscure fights and the pressure would be on to step up. Then the fun would really begin.
The opponent was Taye Jefferson, a local carpenter who fought more or less only on weekends. His record was 20 wins and about 35 losses with 15 knockouts. He was about 280 pounds at six foot three, a big guy, perfect to test Andrew’s hooks and straight crosses and see if he still had the power. If he couldn’t put this guy away fast then maybe the comeback was a bad idea. It wasn’t about winning the fight, Andrew knew he could beat this pug easily; it was about the speed of the knockout. There would lay the test.
Annoying People at Concerts
The night before last I went to a free outdoor show in Madison Square Park. The concert was Don Byron and his band doing a tribute to Junior Walker. A pleasant summer evening, perfect weather to enjoy a good show. Now my friend and I got to the show early, about ten minutes before the 7 o'clock starting time. We prefer to stand at these shows rather than to sit down so we purposely go to the very back. Now when I go to shows in Rockefeller Park downtown, most people stand so that doesn't seem to be an issue. I noticed at the show in Madison Square Park that most people were sitting rather than standing. Nonetheless, we stood way in the back to be respectful of those who are sitting on their picnic blankets. There were a few other scattered people standing also but not many. Most of those standing were, like us, near the back, not near the stage. Now at 8:10, 8:10!, we hear a very annoying voice behind us. This Gilda Radner looking woman comes up behind us and asks us to move, that she can't see the show. Now I am caught quite off guard by this. I could understand her asking us to move when the show started but waiting until an hour and ten minutes into the show!? Plus the show was wrapping up soon. It was done by 8:30. My friend got heated with her and she was angry but finally scurried off when she realized that we weren't moving. Her nerve irritated me and left a bit of a cloud on what was, otherwise, an excellent evening. I don't think at all that we were out of line and there were plenty of closer places for her to sit where she wouldn't have had her view blocked.
Best Albums of 2008
Ok, I know we are now well into July of 2009 but I was going through some of my old posts on a music-related forum that I am a member of and came upon my Top 10 album list for 2008. Since I wasn't writing a blog then, I figured that I would post the list here for the approval or disgust of any readers here.
in order)1. Jackson Browne-Time The Conqueror
2. Metallica-Death Magnetic
3. John Mellencamp-Life, Death, Love And Freedom
4. Steve Winwood-Nine Lives
5. Guns n' Roses-Chinese Democracy
6. SMV-Thunder
7. Van Morrison-Keep It Simple
8. Lindsey Buckingham-Gift Of Screws
9. Todd Rundgren-Arena
10. Elvis Costello-Momofuku
in order)1. Jackson Browne-Time The Conqueror
2. Metallica-Death Magnetic
3. John Mellencamp-Life, Death, Love And Freedom
4. Steve Winwood-Nine Lives
5. Guns n' Roses-Chinese Democracy
6. SMV-Thunder
7. Van Morrison-Keep It Simple
8. Lindsey Buckingham-Gift Of Screws
9. Todd Rundgren-Arena
10. Elvis Costello-Momofuku
Journey, Nickelback and the Concept of Corporate Rock
I have been seeing in some of the music forums that in threads bashing Nickelback, Journey comes up as a point of comparison. I thought I would use this space to add a particular post I wrote not too long ago describing my views on this subject.
I don't like Nickelback. I've never heard a song from them that I would remotely care to hear a second time. They aren't terrible, there are many acts that are more offensive to my ears, I just find them mind numbingly bland. The only reason that I can even remember how "You Remind Me" goes is because I heard it so many times when it was a hit (not by choice). Their other songs I can't even remember how they go, not even that monster hit, "Rock Star". Someone may think Nickelback is great and good for them, I am glad they can get some enjoyment out of them. Now the point comparing them to Journey came up in another thread a few years back, one that degenerated into immense acrimony, so rather than hash up the point of "which act is more generic sounding", I'll say this, and of course it's my opinion and nothing more.
The difference between Journey and Nickelback to my ears is that, and I mean Journey when they had their big success, not the pre-Infinity material, is that in Steve Perry they had a soulful singer influenced by Sam Cooke who brought a distinctive sound to the songs. In Neal Schon they had a guitar player who came up some great solos that enhanced the songs even further and often played off very well with Steve Perry's voice in a way that added depth to the songs. The finale of "Why Can't This Night Go On Forever" from Raised On Radio comes to mind as an example. Steve Smith is a really good drummer, Jonathan Cain has come up with some very distinctive keyboard lines "Whos Cryin" Now" is a perfect example. Ross Valery adds depth to the music with his bass playing, his basslines on "Don't Stop Believin" come to mind. With Nickelback, I don't hear that. I can forget their songs within five minutes after I hear them. Now obviously Journey is not going to be everybody's cup of tea, and I don't expect them to be but I was just trying to articulate what I see is the difference between the two bands and why I like to listen to one and not the other.
I don't like Nickelback. I've never heard a song from them that I would remotely care to hear a second time. They aren't terrible, there are many acts that are more offensive to my ears, I just find them mind numbingly bland. The only reason that I can even remember how "You Remind Me" goes is because I heard it so many times when it was a hit (not by choice). Their other songs I can't even remember how they go, not even that monster hit, "Rock Star". Someone may think Nickelback is great and good for them, I am glad they can get some enjoyment out of them. Now the point comparing them to Journey came up in another thread a few years back, one that degenerated into immense acrimony, so rather than hash up the point of "which act is more generic sounding", I'll say this, and of course it's my opinion and nothing more.
The difference between Journey and Nickelback to my ears is that, and I mean Journey when they had their big success, not the pre-Infinity material, is that in Steve Perry they had a soulful singer influenced by Sam Cooke who brought a distinctive sound to the songs. In Neal Schon they had a guitar player who came up some great solos that enhanced the songs even further and often played off very well with Steve Perry's voice in a way that added depth to the songs. The finale of "Why Can't This Night Go On Forever" from Raised On Radio comes to mind as an example. Steve Smith is a really good drummer, Jonathan Cain has come up with some very distinctive keyboard lines "Whos Cryin" Now" is a perfect example. Ross Valery adds depth to the music with his bass playing, his basslines on "Don't Stop Believin" come to mind. With Nickelback, I don't hear that. I can forget their songs within five minutes after I hear them. Now obviously Journey is not going to be everybody's cup of tea, and I don't expect them to be but I was just trying to articulate what I see is the difference between the two bands and why I like to listen to one and not the other.
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