I was with Tiscali for ages and a day, before they went toes up and I found myself a Freenet customer.
I even switched everything from Telekom and did the VoIP/DSL thing.
All of a sudden, I get a letter telling me that I'm now with 1&1, which is quite ironic, because I've hosted my server with them for the past 8 years.
They're crap on every level you can imagine.
Customer service with Tiscali was quite good - regular i.e. non-premium phone number and decent response times.
Freenet is excellent i.e. Freephone until you sign up when all contact reverts instantly to 0900 (as in VERY premium phone numbers) and email responses are measured in weeks, rather than days.
But 1&1 really takes the cake.
NINE BLOODY WEEKS to respond to a question regarding billing inconsistencies and the flossie on the (admittedly) non-premium line SERIOUSLY SUGGESTED mailing back to find out what a normal response time would be.
And it wouldn't be so bad if they weren't a third slower than the rest of the country.
First of all, here's Linda Ronstadt, Dolly Parton and Emmylou Harris from 1987 with "To Know Him Is To Love Him" ("Teddybears", written by Phil Spector) backed by the Crème de la crème of the West Coast session scene - Russ Kunkel on drums, Lee Sklar on bass and David Lindley on guitar
And then there's an interview with Dolly Parton on "Parkinson" that had me laughing and crying alternately.
What a choice bird.
"If I see somethin' saggin', draggin' or baggin', I'll go get it fixed"
West Saugerties is only JUST there, with a pretty patchy historical documentation
"There is evidence in West Saugerties of what appears to be an early 20th century logging industry"(!)
What is well-documented, though, is the concert on 17 July 1985, drifting around the interweb and stated to be at the "Getaway Inn", although it's certainly "The Getaway" a nightclub in Saugerties where Richard Manuel recorded "Whispering Pines".
There are also a couple of wildly creative set-lists drifting around, as well (attached as a footnote for historical reference)
Set lists 01 Walkin' Blues
02 Manish Boy Intro (repeats) >
03 Manish Boy
04 Let Me Ride In Your Automobile?
07 Danny Boy
08 Louisiana Blues
09 Getaway Inn Blues?
10 Willie and Handjive
11 Crazy Mama12 Mystery Train
1. Stop My Lowdown Ways 2. instrumental3. ? 4. Satisfy Your Man 5. They’ll Take Everything You Got 6. Danny Boy 7. Down to Louisiana 8. Get Away Inn 9. Willie and the Hand Jive 10. Crazy Mama 11. Mystery Train
I'm looking save some money (€50 isn't to be sneezed at these days....) by buying one of these thingies in America instead of here.
I asked a fairly simple question on Iomega's website:
Me: Does the power supply for the 1TB MiniMax FW/USB accept 100-240V input as standard or is it fixed at 110V?
DAVE: (his capitals..) You will need to go to the live 1 on 1 CHAT for TECH Support for that information.
Go to www.iomega.com click on the SUPPORT tab and then you will see Contact Us.
Look for the YELLOW Bubble with the question mark in it.
It will ask you to scroll to select the product you have.
Enter in the Serial Number, it will tell you that the product is in warranty.
Look for the How do I get help, right under that you will see Live 1 on 1 CHAT,
Click that, make sure you enter in your first and last name, email address, and
operating system. There will be a window that will open for the live chat.
Their hours are 9:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m., E.S.T., Monday thru Friday.
Me: How can I have a serial number?
If I had the product, I would have the power supply and I could read the label on it, which means I wouldn't have to ask you.
I'm looking to buy the product, I need to know whether it will work both in the USA and the rest of the world
DAVE: I am sorry for the misunderstanding. I should have made it clear that we need the serial number from the drive, not the power supply.
Me: Can you understand that I haven't bought a MiniMax drive yet? This would explain why I don't have a serial number. However I do intend buying a MiniMax drive, but before I do I need to know if the power supply is rated 100-240v. You're bound to have this on your spec list. If not, just look on the box.
Our teachers at Westlake Boys High in Auckland in the mid 1960s were a mixed bunch.
Mostly our parents' age and - like our fathers - mostly veterans from WW2.
Rod McMillan, the headmaster flew carrier-based Corsairs in the Pacific, Les Tweedy, his deputy (and a man who to this day provides me with inspiration), was an infantry officer in North Africa, Jack Bremner, French teacher, infantry officer in Europe and Ted Malone wryly claiming to have deserved the Iron Cross for the number of Allied aircraft he'd pranged on landing.
Some younger than that, of course, but they all SEEMED older, a goal they undoubtedly strived towards.
But then along came John Rimmer, fresh out of training college and just raring to teach us music.
Talk about gung-ho. School assemblies would never be the same.
The entire school (about 600 pupils) gathers in the Great Hall at 8:45, juniors at the front, seniors at the back.
Utter silence. No movement.
Teachers on the stage, enter the Headmaster. All stand.
Hymns are sung.
Announcements are made - "I've noticed a disturbing trend in pupils using ITALICS, encouraged by certain staff members (glares at Dougal Page, art teacher, maybe 25, beatnik-ish appearance, rumour has it that he's - SHOCK! HORROR! - cohabiting with a female person in an extramarital relationship... ) "THIS WILL STOP!"
A 13 year old sniggers and whispers something to his companion.
Les Tweedie's on his feet in a flash, just beating Charlie Brown, his eternal rival in the school hierarchy.
"THAT BOY THERE! STAND UP" he screeches, pinning the child to his chair with a raptor's glare.
"No, not YOU.. the boy in front! YES YOU! Go to my office"
Exit a quavering student, certain in the knowledge that in 5 minutes he'll be carrying 6 welts from a cane across his backside.
"Didn't cry, though", he'll say.
And then Johnny Rimmer - who went on to a significant careeras university lecturer and classical composer - takes over.
Looks as young as we were, if not younger (I'm 17 and in the Upper 6th Form at the time - 6ft tall, still growing, scrawny compared with some of the other guys. Some staff refer to us as "men")
"Now boys, today we'll all sing "Greensleeves". You'll find the words on the songsheet"
The juniors are enthusiasm personified and jadedness sets in towards the back of the Hall, culminating in a decidedly minimalistic approach to participation in the last rows.
"Now, I'd like to hear a bit more from the 6th form at the back please" he'd say "I'd like some bass voices to match all the sopranos we have at the front"
He'd get a token few, but not many.
Until one day - overcome by hipness - he announced that we were going to sing pop songs.
Jubilation from the soprano ranks, groans from the bass voices.
"Yes" he continued "there's a VERY good song I've found by Petula Clark. It's called "Downtown"
Incredulous looks are exchanged.
Can't he... won't he..doesn't he KNOW that everyone calls it "DownTROU"..? Doesn't he know that we have lascivious versions of EVERY pop song?
No, he doesn't.
And no, he doesn't
"Now, I'm sure you all know the words, boys. And a-ONE and a-TWO and...
"When you're alone
And life is making you lonely,
Cherubic harmonies from the 3rd Form
You can always go DOWNTROU
The wall of sound predominated by deep voices pins him to his piano stool.
He's beaming - he's never achieved this level of participation from the men of the 6th Form before.
"Maybe my idea's right", he thinks "Maybe this really IS the way to awake their interest in music. How wonderful..."
When you've got worries,
All the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know, DOWNTROU
He's in second heaven.
We pace ourselves quite skillfully to have enough breath to bellow this out 26 (count them...) times until we reach the end of the song.
"Very good, boys" says Johnny "and I was VERY impressed by the 6th Form's participation on the chorus, but I WOULD ask you to join in a bit more on the verses...."