October 31, 2009
If a man is beating you with a whip and you love the whip, what is he doing to you?--Charles Manson to Terry Melcher
A year has come ...and gone. Much has transpired, but Google not
crawling 'What Gets Me Hot' since October 8th, 2009 makes it easier to move digs.
http://whatgetsmehot.blogspot.com
(already up and running, albeit in a supporting capacity)
Until that time, please enjoy these lovingly collected Videos from
Mrjyn's
(Dailymotion and 123Video) Collection. Rest assured, these represent the cream of my extensive personal crop, including many videos which previously existed on Evil YouTube, and which now (due to Mickey Mouse Rollerblading Copyright Regulation), DWELL NO LONGER THEREIN!
STAY TUNED TO THIS BLOG FOR THE REMAINDER OF HALLOWEEN. I'LL BE PULLING HALLOWEEN RELATED VIDEOS and POSTS, with a couple special NEW ONES OUT OF MY HAT, AS I CELEBRATE ONE YEAR AT
http://visualguidanceltd.blogspot.com
POSSIBLE DESCRIPTION FOR MY NEW DOMAIN:If you accept the paradox that this blog derives its name from the first film by Traci Lords, an opulent tribute after a reference to the Lords, and not a site geared to adults, then a viewer can return to find What Gets Me Hot.
The author walks the line for daily inspiration. What Gets Me Hot is equal to its proportionality and discovery of coexistence with YOU. It takes readers intelligence and sensitivity attentively and not of false end, that its readers may accidence a caveman in a spaceship, as Charles Manson once rambled.
You can but guess the magic water in this oasis is its strength, intrepid navigators with their speedometer beautifier blogs, its antithesis. I am digesting and it shows. Master synthesizer, not a quick look at notes, I admit I have inherited of Halloween.
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有一晚朱蘭回家來 ﹐發現母親半夜鬼崇崇的來到小巷的一間簡陋小屋中﹐她跟方志偉感到好奇﹐遂追蹤而至﹐沒想到屋裡有一個老
劉
劉世道忍待不住﹐一手把葉春源刺 死了﹐之後又重回監獄中﹐而朱蘭又再重過歌女的生活。
If it is less than one year that I see you again, this effects not only you, but me. But without you there is nothing.
I love discovering something completely out of a trance. I've tried everything, and see that it is easier to ignore the right thing to a mountain of information. A second reading will be justified.
歌女之歌﹕原收錄於“歌女之歌”(1947/百代) 留聲唱片中。
曲﹕林枚 (陳歌辛)
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I with my choice and my acquisitiveness in the face of aversion to that which older dogs are not curious.
you have impressed me within.
Apture will still provide the mouse over link positions in my deep multi-go embeds, which even video blogs do not contain, but what they say on Wikipedia, Twitter, Google,
陋巷之春﹕原收錄於“愛神的箭”(1947/百代) 留聲唱片中。
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I am seamless with incredible Lijit, elegant researcher, wonder tracker, full statistic app; and it is useful to discover.
You may find My Back Pages, my network, links, blogroll, all; and without leaving the site. I hope it's better late than never introduced. Incomplete guides discover slightly hidden treasure mined from blog quarrys. Trust inspiration, beware of the pan.
Continue to dig.
No mean pyrite here. Ask the blog via Lijit. Welcome Feedburner. Link each article.
I hope to follow you on Twitter. What Gets Me Hot is on FriendFeed. Subscribe for regular dissemination.
Thank you for your visit, and if you want to say hello, please do not hesitate the comment regardless of relevance.
I am always curious while online. RePosts and reBlogs regularly attract, and therefore contact is remarkably unusual.
一片痴情﹕原收錄於“高崗上”(1947/百代) 留聲唱片中。
我要問一問 為甚麼你的心像鐵石一樣的硬
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read below the demarcation for the remainder of this posting which includes some special reviews of the author throughout the years by strangers and a few of his blogfriends lyal and true.
Tony Palmer: All You Need Is Love -- 17-part series on American popular music, described by Bing Crosby as "a mighty achievement" (Best Documentary on Music Ever)
Tony Palmer - All You Need Is Love (vol. 12: Hail Hail Rock 'n' Roll - Complete Video) 'brilliant exposition, magisterial style, magnificent'
All You Need Is Love
… brilliant exposition … magisterial style … magnificent
Sunday TimesAll You Need Is Love, a 17-part series on American popular music, described by Bing Crosby as "a mighty achievement". “A brilliant authoritative, historical study” (New York Library Journal).
… this beautifully–presented book and films are something of a triumph … the first well–planned … history of the people’s music in the people’s century, infuriating, stimulating, long overdue: and hugely welcome. The Listener
It began, inevitably, with John Lennon. There I was in 1964, a happy little student at Cambridge University, sent along by the University student newspaper Varsity to report on a press conference being given by four lads who had risen to some prominence in the pop world (in which I had no interest whatsoever) and were announcing the out-of-town preview of their new film, A Hard Day's Night, at the Regal Cinema, Cambridge.
Silly questions, silly answers, I thought smugly, lurking at the back and refusing to be a part of this nonsense. Afterwards, when the formal part of the 'event' broke up, I was milling around when a large tap on the shoulder -- followed by a not-so-silly question -- "Why didn't you ask any questions?" -- confronted me with Mr. Lennon. "Because it was all pretty silly", I said. He agreed, and asked me what I did. "I am a student", I replied. "Of what?" he said. "Moral Sciences", I said. "Well now, that's what I call pretty silly", he said, and we both laughed. It was ...
He asked if I would show him around the University that afternoon. "Big place", I said, and in any case I didn't fancy being mobbed by his fans. "Then I'll come in disguise", he said. "Come and pick me up at 2pm in the hotel lobby where I'm staying".
At 2 o'clock I presented myself, to be met by a man in a long brown raincoat, shabby fedora, and unkempt (and obviously false) beard. "This is ridiculous", we both thought, and the 'disguise' was gleefully abandoned. King's Chapel, the Wren Library, the Bridge of Sighs -- and we were not mobbed. He was most grateful, he said at the end of the 'tour', and when I next came to London, please call him on the number scribbled on a scrap of paper and thrust into my hand. I explained that that might not be for some years, since I still had to finish my studies. "Yeah, in 'Moral Sciences'", he chortled.
In fact, almost two years passed (during which time The Beatles had graduated from being 'very popular' to Kings of the Universe) before I went to London to work for the BBC. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained", I thought, so I telephoned the number on the scrap of paper, thinking it must surely be well out-of-date by now. But not so.
A young lady answered the phone. Her voice was chirpy until I said "John Lennon said to call" whereupon the voice immediately entered its pained 'I've heard this 300 times already this morning' mode. I persisted, explained a little of the background, and eventually she reluctantly said she would pass on the message -- but couldn't say exactly when. Imagine my surprise, therefore, when about an hour later the phone rang and the voice announced itself as Derek Taylor, sort-of responsible (he said) for Beatles publicity, and could I come over tomorrow lunchtime for a little brown rice with John.
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