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Ago 27 2008, 7h52Take 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 currently93/100
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
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 currently737/1000
. 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)
Jul 12 2008, 8h36beyond 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...
Abr 18 2008, 11h25My 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.
eventually I peak,
proofing the layers
which precede me.
I am thick skinned
yet vulnerable to
each harsh action.
Watch my color
the sheen ---
a dull reflection.
Amber © May 05, 2005. All Rights Reserved.
Abr 18 2008, 11h23Soft muted colors
make impromptu kaleidoscope
in my pint glass.
Slip past the warm blooded,
flush faced regulars,
the fretting malcontent hands,
fingering empty pitchers.
shout their ill satisfaction.
I catch your stray glances-
a haphazard tapestry of fate,
spilled out through hazy cigarette smoke.
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.
Abr 18 2008, 11h21this was written for my first love. age 16.
like the haunting note of a
It reminds me
of moonlit walks;
The simple sweetness of unspoken
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.
Abr 18 2008, 11h18Our 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.
Abr 18 2008, 11h16He 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
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,
And He will bask in usefulness again.
Not ill and forgotten
in the darkened storage
Amber © Dec. 12, 1995 .All Rights Reserved
Abr 18 2008, 11h14I 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,
leave me gasping.
My composure ---
once a steadfast soldier,
beacon to the masses...
Amber © March 23, 2005.All rights Reserved.
Abr 18 2008, 11h10This 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.