So not very good @ guitar? No problem, just fake it til you make it. This video shows you how!
So not very good @ guitar? No problem, just fake it til you make it. This video shows you how!
When they were young: The godfathers of Metal – Black Sabbath
Hey, I started playing guitar @ 16 and quit at 17 (bad move!). At 62 I still want to be a rock star, arthritic hands and all, so I decided the Old Geezer needs to learn Black Sabbath on guitar. Here’s my first attempt at recording just a few weeks after acquiring my new setup: a cheap Strat-type guitar of the brand Morgan and a Focusrite 2i2 interface to get it into my computer where I can record with the free DAW Cakewalk by BandLab. Enjoy and play nice!
When I Grow Up I Wanna Be A Rock & Roll Star! Tenkte jeg skulle gjenopplive ungdomsdrømmen om å bli råkkestjerne. Det er aldri for seint å lære ei gammal bikkje nye triks! Kjøpte meg en gitar og noen opptaksgreier fra 4sound på Forus utenfor Stavanger (greie, kunnskapsrike og hjelpsomme karer!) og her er det første resultatet: Introen til Into The Void av Black Sabbath. Ække helt sikker på hvorfor trollet vises som thumbnail, siden jeg hadde valgt et annet bilde. Oh well…
My SEO plugin says I need to add more text, so here’s a filler paragraph. 1) I need to add my chosen key-phrase which happens to be Old geezer learns Black Sabbath several times to earn some Google love. 2) I need at least 300 words to get a passing grade from Yoast (which I am hereby trying to do). I guess mentioning Black Sabbath a few more times won’t hurt. I’ll have to run this through Google translate for a Norwegian version in order to boost my word count. Let’s hope the Google bots don’t flag this as meaningless filler text. Lorem Ipsum Dolor Sit Amet…
Men hvorfor? Hadde det ikke vært bedre, og i forbrukerens (deg og meg, det norske folks) beste interesse å avskaffe monopolet og la markedskreftene rå? Hva er Statens (legitime) interesse i å regulere hva vi kan kjøpe, hvor og når vi kan kjøpe det, og hva det skal koste? Rasjoneringstida etter krigen er over og vi lever ikke i Sovjet-Unionen, så svaret skulle være enkelt.
Monopoltyranniet vil ikke at du skal had det, Kjøp mens du kan. Eller brenn skjøl…
A free banana to anybody who knows what the hell I’m talking about.
This could be yours. What you do with it is none of my business.
I can’t prove it, but something’s on fire and I’m pretty sure it’s Ronnie’s pants. While I’m not a Ronnie Coleman-type success story (obviously, and mainly, but not entirely, because of genetics; that part is true), I have been around gyms and the bodybuilding milieu longer than Ronnie has, and been part of, and observed, the “steroid scene” since the late 70s.
There’s an insane difference between what people took in the late 70s/early 80s and business-as-usual in the twenty-aughts. I’m pretty sure what Arnold took in an entire twelve-week prep to a Mr O was equal to or less than what Ronnie or any equivalent mass monster of his caliber/era coasted on on a weekly basis during downtime. Hell, late teens and twenty-somethings today with no ambition other than to impress girls and get laid are out-drugging the Champs of the Golden Era (defined as the time before the ascension of Dorian Yates). I also agree with the guy who commented that the best part was Joe feigning ignorance on the subject.
That said, I admire Ronnie Coleman and think he’s a legend of bodybuilding, but don’t be fooled; “Just the basic stuff, some test and d-ball” and quitting cold turkey between shows is BS. And by that I mean BULL. FUCKING. SHIT!
* All checked items are currently in a warehouse in Newtown, CT, USA (10.23.2021). <extremely_sadface>
Now if we only could figure out who the final, authoritative, arbiter of truth is, we should all be good. SMH
The prize was split between journalists Dmitry Muratov of Russia and Maria Ressa of the Philippines. At least the didn’t give it to Greta Thunberg.
I guess somebody at YouTube got triggered.
Today is the worst day of my life since I left Norway in 1996. Tomorrow I can truthfully say the exact same thing. And the next day, and the next, and the…
Next week there is a national election for parliament in Norway, and the only certainty is that, whatever the outcome, shit will degrade. But I can’t vote here, so why do I care?