• Eclectic Scoring - err in MUSIC

    Ago 27 2008, 7h52

    Take your top 20 artists. For each of these artists, collect the top 5 similar artists. The resulting number of unique artists is your eclectic score. If the score is small (extreme = 5) your musical preferences are very limited, and if it is large (larger than 80, extreme = 100), then you have an eclectic musical preference. You can compute your own score at http://anthony.liekens.net/pub/scripts/last.fm/eclectic.php

    My eclectic score is currently

    93/100



    The 93 related artists for my profile are Alice in Chains, B.B. King, Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Black Sabbath, Bob Dylan and The Band, Built to Spill, Cian, Coldplay (2), Dave Matthews, Dave Matthews & Friends, Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds, David Gilmour, Days of the New, Death Cab for Cutie, Deep Purple, Dispatch, Eels, Faithless, Fatboy Slim, George Harrison, Hootie & the Blowfish, Howlin' Wolf, Jane's Addiction, Jesse Smith, Jimi Hendrix, Joan Baez, John Lennon, Jonny Greenwood, Kaiser Chiefs, Keane, Kevin Crawford, Lamb (2), Led Zeppelin, Mad Season, Marcy Playground, Massive Attack, Matchbox Twenty, Morcheeba (2), Muddy Waters, Muse, Neil Young, Niall and Cillian Vallely, Noel Hill, O.A.R., OK Go, Oasis, Oingo Boingo, On a Friday, Orbital, Page & Plant, Paul McCartney, Paul McCartney & Wings, Pearl Jam, Pink Floyd, Portishead, Radiohead, Ringo Starr, Roger Waters, Scott Weiland, Semisonic, Snow Patrol (2), Sonny Boy Williamson, Soul Coughing, Soundgarden, Spoon, Starsailor, Stone Temple Pilots, Syd Barrett, T-Bone Walker, Talking Heads, The Band, The Brian Jonestown Massacre, The Chemical Brothers, The Doors, The Flaming Lips (2), The Presidents of the United States of America, The Rolling Stones, The Shins, Thom Yorke, Toad the Wet Sprocket, Train, Travis (2), Tricky (2), UNKLE, Ugly Casanova, Unified Theory, Velvet Revolver, Voodoo Child, Wall of Voodoo, Weezer, Wire, XTC


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    Take My top 50 artists. For each of these artists, collect the top 20 similar artists (where the artist itself is the #1 most similar). The resulting number of unique artists is your super-eclectic score. You can compute your own score at http://anthony.liekens.net/pub/scripts/last.fm/supereclectic.php

    My super-eclectic score is currently

    737/1000


    . People with scores over 700 have bragging rights. People whose score is below 400 should consider more musical styles!


    The most similar artists for my profile are The Rolling Stones (6), Pearl Jam (6), Cream (5), Soundgarden (5), Alice in Chains (5), Blind Melon (5), The Who (5), Stone Temple Pilots (5), The Doors (5), Led Zeppelin (5)
  • Chef

    Jul 12 2008, 8h36

    beyond the flavours, beyond the prep work and the working rhythms of the kitchen - clanking dishes, chopping block, chef banter.

    beyond the gleaming stainless, the hot steam venting from stock pots, sizzling from the grill - spices intermingle with pilot light perfume

    walk-in freezer gives brief respite, grab your ingredients and go, open door blindly, across the kitchen doing a dance of 100 men

    always shifting and reinventing a new way to carry, to reach ,to scurry into the open arms of your menus...




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    ,,Job,Work,
  • The Long Ferment

    Abr 18 2008, 11h25

    My thoughts are a cloudy mess
    gluten like epiphanies,
    that meld into a thick opaqueness.

    A forever state of
    complex biochemical changes
    slowly dampen my sweetness.

    A rough life
    my emotions inflate
    leaching into alcoholic fumes.

    I am stretched
    into delicate webbing,
    threatening to break.

    A formula of years
    tears moist yet salty
    friction makes for uniformity.

    Lay me down
    let the realizations
    multiply and engulf me.

    Stowed internally
    eventually I peak,
    overflowing.

    Constant reshaping
    proofing the layers
    which precede me.

    I am thick skinned
    yet vulnerable to
    each harsh action.

    Watch my color
    fade,

    the sheen ---
    the splendor---

    a dull reflection.




    Amber © May 05, 2005. All Rights Reserved.
  • Entertaining Glances

    Abr 18 2008, 11h23

    Soft muted colors
    make impromptu kaleidoscope
    in my pint glass.

    Slip past the warm blooded,
    flush faced regulars,
    the fretting malcontent hands,
    fingering empty pitchers.


    Salivating mouths,
    shout their ill satisfaction.

    I catch your stray glances-
    a haphazard tapestry of fate,
    spilled out through hazy cigarette smoke.

    What intentions?
    Foamy realizations leave their mark.


    As I sip to the tunes,
    watching sharks get sharked -
    in pool hall glory.

    We , full of promise and alcoholic malice.


    Closing time paints a weary picture.


    Will phone numbers call themselves?



    Amber © 2002.All rights Reserved.
  • road warrior

    Abr 18 2008, 11h21

    this was written for my first love. age 16.

    You are
    like the haunting note of a
    Dylan song.

    It reminds me
    of moonlit walks;
    The simple sweetness of unspoken
    silence.

    The grounded reality of
    your mind ---
    littered with violence in the past
    still etched deep.

    And the new found hope gleaming
    like polished chrome.

    I can see ---
    in your denim colored eyes.




    Oct. 1996 © Amber.All rights reserved.
  • toxic

    Abr 18 2008, 11h18

    Our song.

    Love is still echoed in chaotic moments...
    hold on to those memories.

    We have had plenty of disorder in this lifespan.

    The incessant clamoring to make peace.

    We wear the scars of our emotional battles like a heavy shackle...

    each new word reviving that heavy heart.




    © Amber . All rights reserved.
  • splintered and grayed

    Abr 18 2008, 11h16

    He is old-
    Like the creaking porch swing of life.

    So many years -
    Like the rusty links of a chain
    needing to be oiled,

    From so much wear as time jolts,
    taking it's tole.

    His bones lay -
    weathered , splintering
    like old boards.

    His skin, missing the radiant glow

    Of it's youthful shellac,
    Now wrinkled, grayed
    And aging.

    If not left in a corner somewhere
    under a layer of dust;


    If well oiled with respect -
    He will glide,
    Carrying you on many adventures.

    Memories will flow
    like a welcomed breeze on a humid,
    Summer night.

    And He will bask in usefulness again.

    Not ill and forgotten

    in the darkened storage

    of loneliness.




    Amber © Dec. 12, 1995 .All Rights Reserved
  • tears molten on my lips

    Abr 18 2008, 11h14

    I fret, when the world is burning around me.
    the embers fall ,
    settle on flesh.

    their imprint ---
    the empathetic woe
    furrowing my brow...

    tears molten on my lips.

    I cough ---
    silty plumes of repression,
    leak out...

    leave me gasping.

    My composure ---
    once a steadfast soldier,
    beacon to the masses...

    shoved asunder.

    Now ---
    a gritty
    fervent mess...




    Amber © March 23, 2005.All rights Reserved.
  • Through My Grief

    Abr 18 2008, 11h10

    This was written on the day of my grandfather's death. I had a seat in my uncles vineyard looking out across the grapevines and the towering blues beyond...this inspired me.



    Where are you?

    Among the dust and vines scattered below my feet,
    keeping what little warmth to nuture the roots?

    Are you amongst the wings of the prairie chickens, whimpering in content like a silent flute?

    Are you the breeze who shelters us from the unwanted heat, shivering under the soft spoken branches ---these who nod their lonely solitude,or are you growing amongst the vines, helping to guide your grieving wife, daughters and sons?

    If I stood among the hills, rubbed the soil on me, would you rise through my veins ---your spirit radiating to those who know?

    Do you float on the tides in murky river water?

    Could you take shape as the iridescent dew on the newly harvested fruit?

    Or do you linger amongst the barrels only hesitating in fermented fumes, or is your spirit just with us all, piece by unspoken piece?



    Amber © May 28, 1995 .All rights reserved.
  • Lost in the '90's

    Abr 18 2008, 11h05

    I seem to always find
    the oddest things at
    garage sales

    Treasured lava lamps,
    and the velvet pictures...,
    Orange Naugahyde chairs
    with cigarette burns...,
    old vinyl records,
    cracked
    of course!

    How 'bout that avacodo colored Formica ?

    I seem to know
    disco beats...
    Those retro fads---
    crimped hair; afros;

    don't forget Charlie's Angels ®
    Queen Farrah
    Oh that stupid Fosset!

    The pipes froze with degrees in the '80's...

    But that hussle
    of platform heels
    surfaced again --
    In 1990.
    along with that vinyl craze;

    For after "you spin me 'round, 'round Baby"
    We're still left dizzy!

    FLASHBACK!
    to the '60's
    The Fashion Forcaster
    calls for more nostalgia...
    dropping to the lower '50's...

    We wear
    confusion
    like a trend
    in these late 1990's



    Jan. 1999 Amber © All rights Reserved.