Bowie Podcast, Part 2

That Douglas Arthur ... he's such a card.

When we left Douglas and his Assault Of The 2-Headed Space Mules podcast, he'd cut me off in mid-sentence ... literally:

"... and we're going to stick a pin in it right there, right at that critical moment where we're just about to find out what Michael's favorite album from David Bowie is. What will it be, what will he choose?"

So, for those of you champing at the bit left on that frustrating cliffhanger of a ledge from Part 1 of the 'cast, here you go ...

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP ) 

It's As If He Was My Twin ...

"Hi. My name is Michael. Pleased to meetcha ..."

"I'm gonna Google my name. Wish me luck."

This, from a friend of mine this morning, one Jim Fitzsimons.

I'ven't done so. I think it was the "wish me luck" part of comment my friend made which piqued my curiosity. So away I went.

The result? It took 143 images before I was even remotely mentioned. And I'd be willing to bet no one would get the reference.

Almost two years ago I did a post on Frankenstein: The True Story. Thus the image of Michael Sarazzin, which was the featured image on the post. Makes sense. Sort of. And, both our first names being "Michael" makes even more sense.

But it was image #83 that threw me for a loop. Here it is:

Yeah. I know. Ted Cruz, American politician representing the great state of Texas in the United States Senate and current hopeful Republican presidential nominee. Go figure.

With minimal digging, I discovered the reason Mr. Cruz' mug popped up was because it was tied to a piece where one Michael Noble Jr. of The Gazette, a daily newspaper published in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. So ... there's that.

Is there an image of me anywhere in the Google search? 

No. No, there is not. And I'm okay with that.

But included in the search, way down the line if you care to scroll that far (and past some rather, let's say "interesting" entries), there is this image ...

 

... which is a virtual spot on likeness.

.......... Ruprecht  ( STOP enabling me, Jim ... )

This Election Year Is For The Dogs ...

Pictures: Stephen Richter

Words: Michael Noble


.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )

It's Been A Year Already ...

It's been over a month since I've posted anything.


In fact, 2015 (last year!) was the latest anything got tossed out there for public consumption. I fleetingly wondered if the blog would continue. (News Flash: There was never any doubt it wouldn't go on and on ... much to the chagrin of many of you out there. Am I right?)

And oh ... is there lots to talk about entering into 2016.

Not the least of which is the abundance of notable deaths to start off the New Year. Of those passings who have made me sit up straight:

• Celine Dion lost her husband Rene Angelil to cancer. (And, right behind him and also to cancer, Dion's brother Daniel.)
• British actor Alan Rickman. The Harry Potter films. Galaxy Quest. Die Hard.
• Richard Libertini. (Law & Order, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Animaniacs and one of my favorites, Awakenings with Robert Dinero and Robin Williams)
• Dan Haggerty of the 70s television show Grizzly Adams.
• David Margulies (no relation to actress Julianna Margulies) of Ghostbusters and The Sopranos fame.
• And just yesterday? The Eagles' co-founder Glenn Frey.

 
And, of course, the one that really hit home for me: David Bowie last Sunday.

When I caught word of Bowie's passing early Monday morning, I was floored. It hit me hard. I was instantly awake and alert when I got the news and immediately jumped out of bed and accessed all the news I could.

I read the articles, listened to the news reports. I devoured the tributes that came flooding in. Bowie's catalog was on continuously throughout the day as I ran my own personal marathon of his output. I was in a funk, overcome by melancholia. As I watched and listened to his 2002 "Live By Request" performance from New York and "Changes" came on, tears gushed down my face uncontrollably. And then again when he began singing "Station To Station." I couldn't help myself.

I thought about posting something but my friend Douglas Arthur beat me to the punch. He contacted a few on-line acquaintances:

"Any of you interested in discussing Bowie for a show?"

Of course he was talking about recording another Assault Of The Two-Headed Space Mules podcast. 

Yeah ... I was in. 

So, in lieu of continuing to write something gushy, what say you just listen instead?

Recorded this past Saturday evening, Assault Of The Two-Headed Space Mules host Douglas Arthur, partners in crime Jim Fitzsimons, Brian Curtis and I talk David Bowie ...

 

Please enjoy. 

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )