But That’s Just An Old Fantasy

Whitney Houston was the first cassette tape my uncle bought along with a brand new player back in 1985. And while listening to “Saving All My Love” at the age of 10 was when I first really understood unrequited love and loss.

This isn’t about a post about memorializing celebrities, burnouts and addicts. It isn’t even about fame and addiction. It notes the talent and beauty of one female 80s musician, and her songs and videos that were so much a part of some of us growing up. We had our Depeche Mode, Madonna, Thomas Dolby, Wham! and all the pop and New Wave you can(not) handle, but we had Whitney Houston and it made all the difference. I can assure you that Lady Gaga and M.I.A. will not make as lasting an impression on today’s teenagers as Whitney and Madonna made on us. Maybe Adele, maybe.

Yet, it’s sad how some of the same folks who don’t care for Whitney Houston’s downward spiral and untimely death because they “don’t mourn junkies” consider a trip to Graceland a must-do. Elvis sank and died in a very similar fashion, you know.

A Countertop of Kilkenny Marble

Cari The Geologist And Certified U2 Freak is sure to love this post.

Volcanoclast hosts this month’s Accretionary Wedge on countertop geology.

Have you seen a great countertop out there?  Sure, everyone says it’s “granite”, but you know better.  Take a picture, post it on your own blog or send it to me and I’ll post it for you.  Do you think you know what it is or how it was formed?

I was all set to write about the rapakivi granite (that’s “Baltic brown” to you realtors out there, who refer to everything as granite or marble) in my kitchen when, hark, from the sky down came a reminder of a really cool countertop of yesteryear. Black marble with deformed fossils. Or more precisely, a lightly-toasted, black, fossiliferous, Irish limestone in the shape of a large octagon that belongs to U2.

Marble Bar At The Octagon

Black "marble" of Kilkenny

Some science channel or the other provides constant background noise in my house (with signal being occasional exclamations such as “That in NO WAY could have caused the K-T extinction,” “When will these TV earthquake scientists balls up and start talking about strain instead of stress?”, “That 3D dinosaur has more feathers than our last Thanksgiving turkey” and “Really, did that American geologist just say MOGMA?!” There’s also the gratuitous repetition of “bass-solt” after a Britisher says the word “basalt.” Nope, never really left fifth grade.) For the last few days, a Science channel commercial on heavy rotation has been the trailer for U2′s new documentary From The Sky Down. The U2 fans are going to be on me like a pack of rabid … U2 fans for this, but one can only take so much Bono cooing about the transition from playing notes to finding The Great Pumpkin or something while creating Achtung Baby. It’s like those who say they found god in geology or New Orleans; a lot of times life simply boils down to being really good at something and enjoying doing it. For the good times and cash money.

The Octagon Bar, Dublin

The roof over the bar (photo by bobsrocket on Flickr CC-BY-NC-SA)

Anyway, Accretionary Wedge. Countertops. U2 commercial. Of course! The Kilkenny marble countertop of Dublin’s Octagon Bar in the Clarence Hotel owned by Bono and The Edge. I’ve been in there twice, but it wasn’t until the second time, when the place was a lot less crowded, that I nodded off looked down, noticed the fossils, especially the sheared brachiopod (see above – bottom right), and realized that I was looking at the beginning stages of a marble with preserved fossil fragments. The bartender is usually asked when Bono’s coming in or if she’s waited on The Edge so was really surprised when she caught me scrutinizing the bar and asking her if she knew its source. That it’s Irish is all she knew which sealed it – Lower Carboniferous “marble” from County Kilkenny in the southeast of Ireland. Not to be confused with a Kilkenny stout, which I am pretty sure can be had at the Octagon Bar while listening to The Joshua Tree, which in my opinion was the best U2 album ever.

Is there anything you cannot do, Ireland?

Further reading: Kilkenny Geology

Happy Halloween!

Never go a single Halloween without costuming. Here’s some musical and visual inspiration. Have a ghoul of a weekend!


Finicky 8Tracks embed is finicky. If it doesn’t work here, try listening to it from the source.

Inventions of the Monsters | Salvador Dalí, 1937 | Art Institute of Chicago

Some Scary People I Know

Fandango De Las Calaveras

Teach Me How To Bucky

On nice, sunny days during high school and college at the University of Illinois, a bunch of us would take our fat slice of Garcia’s Pizza In A Pan and walk on over to the Quad to listen to Preacher Dan for lunchtime entertainment. I’d lazily peel off the extra pepperoni to munch on while the rest of the pizza cooled and Preacher Dan wouldn’t even notice us while he railed against pagans and homosexuals and feminists and Hottentots and everyone who didn’t Praise The Lord, Jesus Christ. At some point, a fellow student informed Dan that he was leaving Urbana for Wisconsin and the good preacher went off on the entire Dairy State because “it is named for SIN.” Cool! From that day forward and until I reached Madison myself, I could not say Wisconsin without gleefully stressing that delicious syllable. “Wisconsin … no, wait. WiscooonSIN! Heehee.”

Preacher Dan hasn’t been around the Quad for a while, I hear. What with the advent of smartphones and all, I wish I could have shown him this video. His sinless head would have ass-ploded.

They’ve got Band Director Mike Leckrone jumping around on Bascom Hill in there! And the new chancellor Biddy Martin shaking her poor head. AV Club has the full cameo roundup:

… Chancellor Biddy Martin, marching band director Mike Leckrone (in a fantastic sequin jacket), orange piccolo guy, the statue from the Camp Randall Memorial Arch (with a Conan-style talking mouth), and that brown party house outside of gate nine.

So many fun-filled years living, studying and working right next door to Camp Randall. In fact, D and I met *sniff* in its *sniff* shadow. From Illinois to Madison to Ohio State country. Man, I should be a Big 10 legend. And I miss the hell out of Madison. Best school ever.

Herman Leonard, 1923-2010

nola.com:

Herman Leonard, a photographer who created some of the most famous images of such jazz greats as Louis Armstrong, Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington and others, died Saturday at Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles. Mr. Leonard, 87, lived in New Orleans until Hurricane Katrina struck and destroyed much of his collection.

He was born and raised in Allentown, Pa [and] attended Ohio University in Athens, which offered a degree in photography.

Fundraising in 2005

Rude Girl

The magical power of the YouTubes gives you my new hero: Rani Taj. The “first Kashmiri woman dholi in the UK” and senior player with the DholBlasters. (Thanks, Anil!)

I’m not a huge fan of Rihanna’s Rude Boy but think I can bhangra to this version all day. Girlfriend brings it at the 1:55 mark and all the way to the end. Love the Two-Tone Hair & Sunglasses look, too.

Laurie Anderson’s “Homeland”

Must. To. Get.

D loves her music, if you can pigeonhole her creations of multimedia wonderment into Music.

I see why:

In the atmospheric “Only an Expert,” Anderson reflects on the culture of experts in America. She says she finds it irritating that people are infantilized by specialists who try to answer for them.

“I do think that we’re living in this culture that assumes that something’s wrong with you that has to be fixed,” she says. “And, really, there’s nothing wrong with you. It’s hard to live; we have problems.”

NPR redeemed itself (for now) with this interview.