| August 22nd, 2005 09:15 AM |
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| Joey |
Hello My Stones' Brothers and Sisters ........
I was just wondering if anyone here knows the " Pre - Sale " Passcode for the Stones' gig in Omaha , NE this January ( Officially announced TODAY !!!! ) |
| August 22nd, 2005 09:18 AM |
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| Gazza |
well done Joey
17,832 posts and thats your first 'serious' one!! |
| August 22nd, 2005 09:19 AM |
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| Joey |
quote:
Gazza wrote:
well done Joey
17,832 posts and thats your first 'serious' one!!
Thank Gazza --- I AM serious as the " Pre - Sale " starts in 1 1/2 hours .
Developing .........................................
Serious Joe
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[Edited by Joey] |
| August 22nd, 2005 09:30 AM |
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| FPM C10 |
I think the passcode is "JOEY"....?
At least it should be!
I'm so excited I'm typing this with my fingers! |
| August 22nd, 2005 10:09 AM |
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| glencar |
The password is www.maxlugar.com, I believe... |
| August 22nd, 2005 10:28 AM |
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| Bloozehound |
"creamed corn"
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| August 22nd, 2005 11:27 AM |
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| Joey |
http://www.omaha.com/index.php?u_pg=1458&u_sid=1489431 |
| August 22nd, 2005 11:32 AM |
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| ListenToTheLion |
The secret word is... Swordfish! |
| August 22nd, 2005 11:36 AM |
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| Phog |
JoJo, I just emailed you. Please take a look at that and let me know what you're thinking. If you want, email me your phone number and I'll give you a call tonight.
Omaha is ON!!!! |
| August 22nd, 2005 12:00 PM |
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| ListenToTheLion |
quote:
Joey wrote:
Hello My Stones' Brothers and Sisters ........
I was just wondering if anyone here knows the " Pre - Sale " Passcode for the Stones' gig in Omaha , NE this January ( Officially announced TODAY !!!! )
Joey, feel free to enter the secret passcode. |
| August 22nd, 2005 12:13 PM |
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| Joey |
quote:
Phog wrote:
JoJo, I just emailed you. Please take a look at that and let me know what you're thinking. If you want, email me your phone number and I'll give you a call tonight.
Omaha is ON!!!!
I just E - Mailed you back ! |
| August 22nd, 2005 12:15 PM |
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| Joey |
quote:
ListenToTheLion wrote:
Joey, feel free to enter the secret passcode.
You shall NOT be greeted
" Here are some great moments in On The Road by Jack Keroac. I hope they entice you to find a copy and read it. "
" Dean told Carol of Roy Johnson, Big Ed Dunkel, his boyhood buddies, his street buddies, his innumerable girls and sex- parties and pornographic pictures, his heroes, heroines, adventures. They rushed down the street together, digging everything in the early way they had, which later became so much sadder and perceptive and blank. But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrelight pop and everyone goes 'Awww!'
I was a young writer and I wanted to take off. - Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me. "
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[Edited by Joey] |
| August 22nd, 2005 12:18 PM |
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| ListenToTheLion |
That's the third time I shall not be greeted! |
| August 22nd, 2005 12:31 PM |
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| Starbuck |
are there actually enough people in omaha to fill an arena?!
what's next for the boys: Jazzeppi's Ristorante and Martini Bar in biloxi, mississippi?
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| August 22nd, 2005 03:12 PM |
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| Joey |
" Full moon. I am by the sea in the South of France and the view I have of the silver moon and its shimmering reflection over the water is almost a postcard cliche. Where I am now I can hear some kids playing hand- drums over on the beach across the bay, I have a few days off here, then back to my book. The book - my life story - is growing well and I'm still enjoying writing every day.
I had lunch today with Adam from U2. We can talk about our lives as though it was normal for each of us to be who we are. We complain about things most people would think were aspects of paradise and get excited about thing so simple they would appear boring to most. This is not say our lives are exalted in any way, but we both joined bands when we were young, and have never really stopped living in the world of rock n roll. So he understands when I tell him how excited I am to sit at a desk every day and write.
When I'm not writing I'm reading. The usual stuff: Jeffery Deaver or Paul Auster, whenever I find anything from them - or those like them - that I haven't already read. But at this moment I am reading a well-thumbed copy of ON THE ROAD by Jack Keroac that someone left on my sailboat when it arrived from Antigua in 2002. Somehow I missed this book in the '60s when I should have read it. I always imagined it would be dismal like Burroughs NAKED LUNCH, maybe about drugged up boys selling themselves to hitch across Amerika losing sanity and morality, maybe even committing a murder or two. Or, I thought it might be like FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS, equally depraved in its celebration of disengagement. It is like neither of these books, and is written in neither genre, though Burroughs was a great fan of Keroac.
It is a celebration of the enthusiasm of youth and simple adventure, of the joy of meeting a stranger and lending or borrowing a cigarette, and asking and remembering their name. It's about being with someone long enough, hitching a ride as they drive, to have time to really hear their story, and get inside their ambitions. If, like me, you missed this book so far in your short life, get on it. Word!
Just as hitching a ride is not just about roads and journeys, when you first do a long sailing trip you suddenly realize that sailing is not really about boats at all, or the wind, or the sea. It is about those things of course, in part, but most of all it is about having time for that kind of conversation that goes beyond the superficial. So in the cockpit of a sailboat you learn that a man really loves his kids, and misses his divorced wife, or is in secret love with his secretary, or that a girl in the crew pushing thirty, sun-tanned and seasoned by huge oceans, only wants to sleep with very young men. You find yourself sharing too that you have desires and losses and lusts and ambitions and somehow it feels OK to speak about it all as time passes so slowly, so quickly, as you travel over the face of the earth, going nowhere in particular. You learn that people you believed would never speak, can and will speak. You find that silence, enough of it, demands absolute truth, and continues to nag at the traveller until truth emerges.
So sailing, hitching, and even getting drunk on a bench in a park with the bums as the world slowly turns, all lead to a kind of truth. Or at least a passion for the truth teller.
August, at least two weeks of it, are - for me - a month in which I try desperately not to make decisions. But this is impossible, and I set myself too hard a task, for this time of year is an equivalent to the New Year - when we try to plan the year ahead, and promise ourselves things are going to be different. In August, as summer ends, we Westerners who went to school remember the Autumn term (semester) beginning, and the way old work jack-knifed into the new work, and suddenly there were new younger kids around, and we were one year older - maybe even one year cooler, but also one year closer to judgement. Summer is not yet close to ending, and I don't have to go back to school in September. But I am conscious that every year I feel the drive to make a schedule, an irreversible plan that will drive me through the falling of leaves, the snow and the fireworks of the winter to some new and glorious year.
I will be writing. That is all I know and all I can commit to. I may write some music, I hope so. (I wrote a good lyric yesterday). I may tell some stories. I will be here if you want me or need me. This is not a Blog to which you can reply, or send comments, or where you can tell me you think I need to turn up my amplifier, or write another WON'T GET FOOLED AGAIN, or that I am just fine as I am - whatever. I may start one of those one day. When I cranked up this website, knowing that one day everyone would be able to have one very much the same, free Blog sites were not available. They are a miracle. They make the world smaller. We can sail in the cockpit, we can hitch on the flatbed lorry, drink and smoke and tell our stories and we will remember each other. Even if we hear a million names, and see a million faces - and believe me when I say this is true because this is my experience - we will remember them all, some of them very well indeed. Blogs make the world smaller. Not everyone will agree that's a good thing, I think it is.
Sometimes, walking along a street, I see a face I recognise. I smile and stop, 'Hi! How are you,' I say. 'When did I last see you?' Sometimes, the person I so address looks bemused. 'You don't know me,' they might say. 'We've never met. But I was in the crowd at the **** in New York in 19**.'
How is it possible I remember such faces? I ask their name then and there, and years later if I see them again there is a chance, even with me and my awful memory, that their name will come into my mind. And if I trust myself, I will say that name, and their face will light up. Not in conceit, not starstruck, but in amazement at the power of the human brain - especially an addled brain like mine, pickled in Cognac for nearly ten years - to carry people, their credentials, their images and their essence.
I heard the other day from my old friend Nik Cohn. He is that one who in 1968 inspired me to write the song PINBALL WIZARD to bring some life, colour and pop-absurdity into the spiritual stairway story of TOMMY. It was thus we transmuted what could have been my Stairway to Heaven into Stairway to Soho. He has been living in New Orleans for some years, first writing about RAP, then producing it. Nik pronounces New Orleans as 'Nuance'. There then; there it is. That extraordinary city, full of music, magic, mystery, mood and mystique. Everything in it comes down to the nuance of the place, the misty details of people, names, stories and the rhythm of passing time. Word! "
http://www.petetownshend.co.uk/diary/display.cfm?id=117&zone=diary
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| August 22nd, 2005 03:19 PM |
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| Some Guy |
They need time to rethink Omaha. |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:21 PM |
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| Joey |
quote:
Some Guy wrote:
They need time to rethink Omaha.
You Sir shall NOT be greeted this January |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:22 PM |
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| Some Guy |
the secret pass code is... steers and queers. |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:25 PM |
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| Joey |
quote:
Some Guy wrote:
the secret pass code is... steers and queers.
You DEFINITELY shall not be greeted this January |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:26 PM |
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| Some Guy |
Omaha is a bust. |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:27 PM |
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| Gazza |
quote:
Some Guy wrote:
They need time to rethink Omaha.
Two seconds should be all it takes ;-) |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:29 PM |
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| Joey |
I'm leaving the board
Flacky ! |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:30 PM |
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| Some Guy |
You got served. |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:36 PM |
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| Joey |
quote:
Some Guy wrote:
You got served.
Ok , I'm back ! :
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| August 22nd, 2005 03:38 PM |
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| glencar |
I can't believe it's ending in Lil Rock. Almost as bad as Omaha. |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:39 PM |
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| Joey |
quote:
glencar wrote:
I can't believe it's ending in Lil Rock. Almost as bad as Omaha.
*** Sniff *** |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:40 PM |
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| glencar |
Please, no pugs. |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:42 PM |
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| Some Guy |
British rock legends the Rolling Stones will stop in Omaha on the second leg of their 2005-06 tour, performing at the Qwest Center Omaha on Jan. 29. Promoters are to formally announce the tour's additional concerts this morning. Tickets for the show will be the highest-priced for a concert at the Omaha arena so far - $352, $162, $97 and $62. They go on sale at 10 a.m. Saturday.
Tickets go on sale Saturday for the Rolling Stones' Omaha concert. Prices range from $62 to $352. How much would you pay to see the Stones?
I'd pay any price.
I'd try for the mid-range.
I'd go for the "cheap" seats.
You'd have to pay ME to go.
I have no opinion.
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| August 22nd, 2005 03:45 PM |
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| glencar |
I betcha this doesn't sell more than 75% capacity. |
| August 22nd, 2005 03:46 PM |
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| Some Guy |
Local road planners are considering a major new freeway that would circle the Omaha area, connecting Nebraska, Iowa and as many as six counties. A planning board for the metro area will decide Thursday whether to move ahead with a study on whether the road can and should be built.
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