Violent or extravagant speech or writing; rave. A place where I visit and publish thoughts every now and then, (my daily record of good and bad memories, especially my personal record of events, experiences, and observations; my journal of music, bicycling stories, and other stuffs.)
Saturday, August 19, 2006
microdot sleeve:This is not the original song video but, video set on a Smashing Pumpkins song "Whir."
It's past midnight and I'm working on something then after this, I'll be off for a few days and do some rewrites on "The Cheese Gallery" just like I've said on the previous rants. I couldn't sleep and I'm getting ready for the bike ride to Alpha. Anyway, on my past rants "From Earphone to Stagedive," I've mentioned something about one of my favorite Smashing Pumpkins song "Whir" off their 1994 Pisces Iscariot album. That I couldn't find a single video of that song from YouTube. Guess what? Here's the lyrics(again?) and the video. Enjoy the beautiful music about frailness and gentleness!
i've wasted all my years been chasin' all my fears for another brighter than you i gave in long ago to make it to the show, but it's not easy when you're alone
all your prayers in my ears don't you care?
whir yourself around just to fall back down whir yourself around
my honey, little girl c'mon, lets go for a whirl it's still early, the sun is sleeping
she says she wants to marry me she says she wants a baby it's not easy when you're scared
whir yourself around just to fall back down whir yourself around
After this rant, I'd take a few days off and look for somethin' I can use on "The Cheese Gallery" panel and work on it. It's been hangin' on underconstruction level up to now. So for the meantime, I'll be leaving you with what I've mentioned on the past rants "Big Hairs and Doll Dance" and my No.1 favorite Tears for Fears song off their 1985 "Songs from The Big Chair" album "The Working Hour". I'm glad that "YouTube" have this song because it's kinda' rare like "Start of The Breakdown." Anyway, perhaps on spare time and after some rewrites on "The Cheese Gallery" panel, I'll look over if there's any videos from Sisters of Mercy, Joy Division, X-Mal Deutchland, Violent Femmes, Tones on tail, Soft Cell, The Chameleons, The Waterboys, The Clash, Siouxsie and The Banshees, The Care, Bolshoi, EBTG, and a lot more. The 80's music, it's like an allergy that keeps on coming back.
The Working Hour Tears for Fears
These things That i've Been told Can rearrange My world My doubt In time But inside out This is the working hour We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes This day And age For all And not for one All lies And secrets Put on Put on and on This is the working hour We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes And fear is such a vicious thing It wraps me up in chains Find out Find out What this fear is about Find out Find out What this fear is about
As I've said yesterday, I'd go looking for some materials about Australia's No.1 rockwave band and found two of their finest songs in the 80's. I once had the album of this songs where it was taken. The 1981(Europe release) and 1982(US release) album "The Church" and 1988 album "Starfish" and of course, 1985 "Heyday." But I can't find a single song from "Heyday," so I ended up in two songs, "The Unguarded Moment" off "The Church" and "Under The Milky Way" off "Starfish." I remember Vig's band "Caffeine" cranked this songs some years ago. Anyway, here it is as promised yesterday.
Recent News:"The rows of chairs on the floor should have been a tipoff. The New York stop on the current U.S. tour by Australian sparkling-guitar band the Church – on August 10th at Irving Plaza, where it is usually standing or dancing or nothing – would not be the usual twang and levitation. In fact, the only electric guitar on stage all night was Steve Kilbey’s Fender bass, while guitarists Peter Koppes and Marty Willson-Piper left their trademark Stratocasters and Rickenbackers in storage for this trip, instead using a variety of six- and twelve-string acoustics, supplemented by mandolin, Koppes’ occasional Dylanesque blowing on a harmonica and a guest harpist. But drummer Tim Powles played a regular kit, with characteristic force. And there was a compelling, climbing momentum to the night that was electric in all but the amp count and climaxed in the encore – to the audience’s grateful disbelief – with the first-ever live reading in New York of the Church’s 1981 jangling gem, “The Unguarded Moment.”
This tour, which ends August 20th in San Francisco, is a traveling version of the Church’s 2004 album, El Momento Descuidado, on which the band revisited songs from their quarter-century catalog in acoustic form. Many of those were in the set tonight , including “Tristesse,” from 1985’s Heyday and the Church’s solo American hit single, 1988’s “Under the Milky Way.” Tonight, the group expanded that conceit, unplugging tracks from its fine, new electric record, Uninvited, Like the Clouds (“Block,” “Day 5”). Kilbey also paid tribute to Grant McLennan of fellow Aussies the Go-Betweens, who died on May 6th, with a version of “Providence,” from the 1991 album the two made together as Jack Frost.
The Church are, at heart and their best, psychedelic electricians, and their full-volume shows in recent years have been ringing endorsements for their stubborn longevity. But these stripped-back arrangements – virtually “Elizabethan,” as Kilbey wisecracked at one point – showed how the Church continue to excel as writers as well as janglers. And don’t fret: There was still plenty of reverb."
The Unguarded Moment The Church
So hard finding inspiration I knew you'd find me crying Tell those girls with rifles for minds That their jokes don't make me laugh They only make me feel like dying In an unguarded moment
So long, long between mirages I knew you'd find me drinking Tell those men with horses for hearts That their jibes don't make me bleed They only make me feel like shrinking In an unguarded moment
So deep, deep without a meaning I knew you'd find me leaving Tell those friends with cameras for eyes That their hands don't make me hang They only make me feel like breathing In an unguarded moment
Under The Milky Way The Church
Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty Sound of their breath fades with the light I think about the loveless fascination Under the Milky Way tonight
Lower the curtain down on Memphis Lower the curtain down all right I got no time for private consultation Under the Milky Way tonight
Wish I knew what you were looking for Might have known what you would find
And it's something quite peculiar Something shimmering and white Leads you here despite your destination Under the Milky Way tonight
Wish I knew what you were looking for Might have known what you would find Wish I knew what you were looking for Might have known what you would find
Under the Milky way tonight.. Under the Milky Way tonight...
microdot sleeve:After this rant, I'd be looking for some materials about Australia's No.1 rock wave band in the 80's. Not Midnight Oil, not The Go-Betweens, and not Men at Work either nor Michael Hutchence's INXS, but one of my favorite Australian band back then with their "Heyday" album and recently touring the US. For the meantime, these Ian McCulloch band. Yesterday, as I was listening over NU107, watching the rain from the window, hearing a thousand rain drops sound, I remember back in the 80's with Baltazar(an old friend), somewhere in Frisco, Quezon City, and it was raining too. We were claiming my DZBM 105 Switchers Club I.D. BM 105 was the best FM Station back then (I guess), they played New Wave, Rock Wave, Punk's and Hardcore music. But, I don't know what happened? BM 105 was gone in the airwaves now. So, back to present, NU played an Echo and The Bunnymen track. Then I remember Joy(an old friend) asked me back in the 80's, "What have you done to your hair?" Then I said, "That's the Ian McCulloch look!" Anyway, that's how Echo and The Bunnymen influenced me back then. Along with The Cure and Robert Smith, Echo and The Bunnymen was I guess one of the great British imports in the 80's. I once had their 1985 "Songs to Learn and Sing" singles album and their 1987 "Echo and The Bunnymen" album with songs like, "The Killing Moon", "Lips Like Sugar", "Seven Seas", "Bedbugs and Ballyhoo", the soundtrack from the 1987 vampire film The Lost Boys and The Doors original "People are Strange," etc. Anyway, here's "Bring on the Dancing Horses" off their singles album "Songs to Learn and Sing" and a bonus song "The Cutter" originally from their 1983 "Porcupine" album and was also included in their singles album. What about "The Killing Moon?" I guess the song is as common as coffee.
Bring on The Dancing Horses Echo and The Bunnymen
Jimmy Brown, made of stone Charlie Clown, no way home Bring on the dancing horses, headless and all alone Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard
First I'm gonna make it And then I'm gonna break it 'til it falls apart Hating all the faking and shaking While I'm breaking your brittle heart
Billy stands all alone Sinking sand, skin and bone Bring on the dancing horses wherever they may roam Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard
First I'm gonna make it And then I'm gonna break it 'til it falls apart Hating all the faking and shaking While I'm breaking your brittle heart Brittle heart, brittle heart, brittle heart And my brittle heart goes
Jimmy Brown, made of stone Charlie Clown, no way home Bring on the headless horses wherever they may roam Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard
First I'm gonna make it And then I'm gonna break it 'till it falls apart Hating all the faking and shaking While you're breaking my brittle heart Brittle heart, brittle heart And my brittle heart goes
Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam
Jimmy Brown, made of stone Charlie Clown, no way home Bring on the dancing horses, headless and all alone Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard
First I'm gonna make it And then I'm gonna break it 'til it falls apart Hating all the faking and shaking While I'm breaking your brittle heart
Billy stands all alone Sinking sand, skin and bone Bring on the dancing horses wherever they may roam Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard
First I'm gonna make it And then I'm gonna break it 'til it falls apart Hating all the faking and shaking While I'm breaking your brittle heart Brittle heart, brittle heart, brittle heart And my brittle heart goes
Jimmy Brown, made of stone Charlie Clown, no way home Bring on the headless horses wherever they may roam Shiver and say the words of every lie you've heard
First I'm gonna make it And then I'm gonna break it 'till it falls apart Hating all the faking and shaking While you're breaking my brittle heart Brittle heart, brittle heart And my brittle heart goes
Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam Bring on the new messiah wherever he may roam
The Cutter Echo and The Bunnymen
Cut it up, cut it up
Who's on the seventh floor brewing alternatives What's in the bottom drawer waiting for things to give Spare us the cutter, spare us the cutter Couldn't cut the mustard
Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean
Come to the free for all with celo-tape and knives Some of us six feet tall, we will escape our lies Spare us the cutter, spare us the cutter Couldn't cut the mustard
Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean
Am I the happy loss, will I still recoil When the skin is lost, am I the worthy cross Will I still be soiled when the dirt is off
Conquering myself until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will, not just another drop in the ocean
Watch the fingers close when the hands are cold
Am I the happy loss, will I still recoil When the skin is lost, am I the worthy cross Will I still be soiled when the dirt is off
Am I the happy loss Will I still be soiled when the dirt is off
microdot sleeve:Something for The Boazanian Prince. (I guess I'm just missing my Voltes V Action Figure.)
Forces from Outer Space to Invade Earth
Aliens from the planet Boazan have entered Defense Zone 3 in our Solar System. The Boazanians are very powerful and quite advanced compare to human beings in terms of technological weaponry as well as military strategies. However, their mentality is very primitive: they believe in race differences & hierarchy. The Boazanian invasion is led by the sinister Prince Zardoz accompanied by his crew (Draco, Zuhl, and Zandra.) The Boazanians are born with horns on their heads. Those who are born without horns are considered lower class and turned into slaves. It won't be long when these evil creatures invade our planet and destroy everything and turn us all into their slaves for eternity.
Last week, I was asked by Sis. Rosalee about some foreign bands. Lots of talk then this. All my rants was about foreign bands anyway. I hope she'll enjoy this video of Soundgarden's "The Day I tried to Live" off their 1994 "Superunknown" album. I really miss these guys. I remember Aris cranking "Black Hole Sun" in '95 and catching those Leslie effects used on the song's main riff. Anyway, after Chris Cornell's throat operation, the band split-up. Chris Cornell gone solo then later formed Audioslave. I don't know exactly what happened to Kim Thayil, Matt Cameron and Ben Shepherd? I guess they were the 90's best grunge act from Seattle, Washington, better than Pearl Jam and Stone Temple Pilots. I still listen to my Soundgarden collection, and up to now, I still can say, they were really the best!
THE DAY I TRIED TO LIVE Music: Cornell Lyrics: Cornell
I woke the same as any other day Except a voice was in my head It said seize the day, pull the trigger Drop the blade, and watch the rolling heads
The day I tried to live I stole a thousand beggar's change And gave it to the rich
The day I tried to win I dangled from the power lines And let the martyrs stretch Singing
One more time around might do it One more time around might make it One more time around might do it One more time around The day I tried to live
Words you say never seem To live up to the ones inside your head The lives we make never seem To ever get us anywhere but dead
The day I tried to live I wallowed in the blood and mud with All the other pigs
I woke the same as any other day you know I should have stayed in bed
The day I tried to win I wallowed in the blood and mud with All the other pigs
microdot sleeve:Whatever it is that you will see or hear from watching the videos, things that may ruin and might affect musical understandings, has nothing to do with the integrity of my direction. This series of rants (part 1 and part 2) was written because of the Author's firm belief in the art of music. Music that is ever evolving and a lot of times influence people's lives.
"Sake Table, Chinas and Skins (Part 2)"
This will be the last part of a two part series about sticks, chinas and skins.
Again, this rant is for skin lovers like Vig, Bhab, Sis. Rosalee, Bro. Francis, Bro. Bong, and Aris, although Aris is not a drummer but a guitarist, I've included Metallica here so he can atleast relate with the drumming stuffs.(laughs!) For the meantime and on behalf of my old frustration, I will leave you with all this videos about sticks, chinas and skins. Enjoy!
Metallica: Drum solo ends up in a drum duel between Lars ulrich and James Hetfield.
Hey Vig, how about this Drum Battle of old folks?
Then finally, Dream Theater's Mike Portnoy, the best in progressive rock drumming.
When I was a kid and still living in Sampaloc, Manila, we had this Japanese sake table lying at the garage. It was my makeshift drumset back then, hand tapping and sorts. I kinda annoyed our borders in those days because whenever they were playing guitars, jamming with their friends, I was there to play some hand tapping. And I remember back in '93, Vig and I were having fun on a makeshift drumset made from water containers, platform base of an electric fan (for china stand), coil spring (for pedal return-spring), some wood, and a door lock-chain (for pedal puller.) We were called back then as The Gallon Band.(laughs!) Eventually, Vig made it as a drummer of an underground rockwave band called "Caffeine" covering Railway Children's songs and stuffs from the 80's and the 90's. And I became Vig's No.1 critic on his drum playing since then. I guess playing drums is one of my frustrations in life. Anyway, enough of the drum-frustration-thing and get on with the rants.
Originally, this rant should be about John Bonham of Led Zeppelin and his "Moby Dick" drum solo. But Led Zeppelin was known for their song epicness (a song that is too long, e.g. a 30 minute song and sometimes longer) so, the video was cut in three parts. That's why I've declined to present it here considering that it was a good drum solo but, some scenes might losts its moment because the video was cut in three. Videos of drum solo or guitar solo should not be cut or else, scenes will be lost. Anyway, John Henry Bonham was one of the pioneers, but today, there are a lot of drummers better than Bonham. I've seen clips of the 2003 Modern Drummer Festival with lots of bands including Mike Portnoy of Dream Theater whom I believe was the best in progressive rock drumming. Just by looking at Portnoy's drum set-up amazes me. But still, this rant is for Vig, Bro. Francis, Bhab(I guess this will eat her Brandon Boyd, laughs!), Bro. Bong, Sis. Rosalee, and for people who always love the sound of skins. Hold your breath on this. Watch and catch the sticks with your ears.
For starters: The 12 year old Tony Royster Jr.
Then, Dream Theater's Mike Portnoy, watch the sticks of these awesome drummer.
Finally..... Some weeks back, Bro. Bobet asked me if this blog site plays music. "No, it doesn't! I'm having a hard time on that!" I said. One day, I told Vig that I wanted to have music on this site but I just don't know how and what website had a full length songs and music. Then I've discovered RealPlayer playing an entire Smashing Pumpkins album. Of course, like Windows Media Player, I know that RealPlayer plays music and videos. So, I made the "Sweet and Sadness" panel. But what I really wanted beside listening to Smashing Pumpkins song and album was to have music in the main blog's lyric rants. Another hard time. Usually, very few website offers a full length songs and music maybe because of royalties and stuffs. But, I really wanted to have music played on this lyrics that I'm talking about. Lyrics without music are nothing. What, lyrics just for reading? Then yesterday on posting "Kinky," I saw kids while playing Warcrafts, Dota's, Rok's, and Flyff's are also watching and listening over "You Tube" site. So, I tried if "You Tube" had songs I've posted here since "Whir" to the latest. No "Whir," no "Exploding Boy," no "Kinky." Atleast only three were not in the "You Tube" video library. ("Whir" is in the "Pisces Iscariot" vinyl on "Sweet and Sadness" panel except that it has no videos. "Landslide" video took the place of a wonderful introduction on the blog's welcome page.) Isn't that great! I'm just wanting to have full length songs and music on this blog site, instead it went into a full length videos.
Anyway, all the lyrics having "You Tube" video screen play videos from "You Tube" site. So, for Bro. Bobet, and Vig, and of course You, enjoy watching and listening through riffs, skins, and bass lines! Still, no matter what you see on the videos or read on the lyrics, things that may ruin and might affect musical understandings, has nothing to do with the integrity of my direction. So don't freak out on me! I hope you'll dig this music videos. And if you don't, then just press "STOP." But, I know someone who love this videos and songs..... Aris. microdot sleeve: Here's one of my favorite, "Charlotte Sometimes" off The Cure's 1986 "Staring at The Sea" and "Standing on a Beach" album. A song about guilt and inspired by the eponymous book by Penelope Farmer.
Charlotte Sometimes The Cure
All the faces All the voices blur Change to one face Change to one voice Prepare yourself for bed The light seems bright And glares on white walls All the sounds of Charlotte sometimes Into the night With Charlotte sometimes
Night after night she lay alone in bed Her eyes so open to the dark The streets all looked so strange They seemed so far away But Charlotte sometimes did not cry The people seemed so close Playing expressionless games The people seemed so close So close So many Other names
Sometimes I'm dreaming Where all the other people dance Sometimes I'm dreaming Charlotte Sometimes Sometimes I'm dreaming Expressionless the trance Sometimes I'm dreaming So many different names Sometimes I'm dreaming The sounds all stay the same Sometimes I'm dreaming She hopes to open shadowed eyes On a different world Come to me Scared princess Charlotte sometimes
On that bleak track (See the sun is gone again) The tears were pouring down her face She was crying and crying for a girl
Who died so many years before...
Sometimes I dream Where all the people dance Sometimes I dream Charlotte sometimes Sometimes I dream The sounds all stay the same Sometimes I'm dreaming There are so many different names Sometimes I dream Sometimes I dream...
Charlotte sometimes crying for herself Charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself But it's always with love With so much love it looks like Everything else Of Charlotte sometimes So far away Glass sealed and pretty Charlotte sometimes
Behind The War Mask..... Here's another slide back in time. I was thinking early this morning about what materials I am going to use on my next rants. "Walk Away" or "This Corrosion" by Sisters of Mercy, "TV Man" by Bolshoi, "Charlotte Sometimes" by The Cure, "Sanctuary" by The Cult, "Career Opportunities" or "Tommy Gun" by The Clash, Audioslave frontman Chris Cornell's former band Soundgarden and the song "The Day I Tried to Live" or the Gang of Four comeback album. Then I remember something about last Sunday's late afternoon program on RMN, something that Don Lino(RMN's news correspondents in the U.S.) said about the Israel-Hezbollah war. Something behind the war itself, why a nation goes into war, arms deal, who's in the middle, why this nation and that nation always get involve, etc. Then I remember something about a punk band in the 80's, I immediately jump into ABC's, "Straight A's," "California Über Alles," which I usually do on guitar back in the 80's "The Prey," "Buzzbomb from Pasadena" then twing! "Kinky S_x Makes The World Go 'Round" off The Dead Kennedys 1987 album "Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death." It was a narrative song, a guy calling on the phone and accidentally dialed the Secretary of War at the State Department of the U.S. while a Dead Kennedys song was played on the backgroud.
KINKY S_X MAKES THE WORLD GO ‘ROUND
Greetings…this is the Secretary of War at the State Department of the United States…We have a problem. The companies want something done about this sluggish world economic situation…profits have been running a little thin lately and we need to stimulate some growth…now we know there’s an alarmingly high number of young people roaming around in your country with nothing to do but stir up trouble for the police and damage private property. It doesn’t look like they’ll ever get a job…It’s about time we did something constructive with these people…We’ve got thousands of ‘em here too. They’re crawling all over…The companies think it’s time we all sit down, have a serious get-together - start another war…The President? He loves the idea! All those missiles streaming overhead to and fro…Napalm…People running down the road, skin on fire…The Soviets seem up for it…The Kremlin’s been itching for the real thing for years: Hell, Afghanistan’s no fun…So whadya say?…We don’t even have to win this war. We just want to cut down on some of this excess population…Now look. Just start up a draft: Draft as many people as you can. We’ll call up every last youngster we can get our hands on, hand ’em some speed, give ‘em an hour or tow to learn how to use an automatic rifle and send ‘em on their way…Libya? El Salvador? How ‘bout Northern Ireland? Or a ‘moderately repressive regime’ in South America? We’ll just cook up a good Soviet threat story in the Middle East - we need that oil…We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy’s hit squad didn’t even show up. I tell ya…That man in unreliable. The Kremlin had their fingers on the button just like we did for that one…Now just think for a minute - we can make this war so big - so big…The more people we kill in this war, the more the economy will prosper…We can get rid of practically everybody on your dole queues if we plan this right. Take every loafer on welfare right off our computer rolls…Now don’t worry about those demonstrators - just pump up your drug supply. So many people have hooked themselves on heroin and amphetamines since we took over, it’s just like Vietnam. We had everybody so busy with LSD they never got too strong. Kept the war functioning just fine…It’s easy. We’ve got out college kids so interested in beer they don’t even care if we start manufacturing germ bombs again. Put a nuclear stockpile in their back yard, they wouldn’t even know what oit looked like…So how ‘bout it? Look - war is money. The arms manufacturers tell me unless we get our bomb factories up to full production the whole economy is going to collapse…The Soviets are in the same boat. We all agree the time has come for the big one, so whadya say?!?…that’s excellent. We knew you’d agree…The companies will be very pleased.
Just an average guy who loves talking about the arts, bicycling, the mind, music, stuffs within our hearts, the kid inside us, things that you don't usually spill out to others, some articles in the paper, things that we see everyday yet we shrugged away.
Time is never time at all, you can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth. Today is the greatest day I've ever known, can't wait for tommorow. Bored by the chore of saving face. This is The Smashing Pumpkins Song and Lyrics Quiz on a Hangman Game. Enjoy playing by the rules.
If I had to mention all the bands who have in one way or another played a big part in my musically inclined life, I would have a long boring lists on the sidebar panel there wouldn't be room for tags and other stuffs.
A collection of images and lips wearing cheeses, cracking fragile smiles, grinning and laughing, pulling hairs down-over a frowning sigh inside the camera's eye.
BrethrensFamiliesFriends
SomewhereinLondon
RememberingTheAlphabet
I wonder what happened to A to Z Music Shop in Anonas, Cubao? A place where I usually hang-out with friends back in the 80's. A shop where you can find vinyls straight from U.K. labels released by bands like The Dead Car, Xymox, Stiff Little Fingers, Bauhaus, The Dead Can Dance, Lick The Tins, Sham69, Tones on Tail, Balaam and The Angel, It Bites, and a lot more.
QuotesfromTheFamous
The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.
I love bicycle riding today because I loved bicycle riding as a boy, and that's all there is to it.
If I only have kids now, I want them to love riding tomorrow, so I get them on bikes today. It's that simple. That somehow, they will learn how to balance or pedal and build memories. That's the key to it; building memories. That's what will keep the wheels turning.
There's no problem in the world you and a bunch of friends can't solve by talking it over on a long bicycle ride.
There's something special about pedaling triple digits---riding more than most people like to ride in a single day.
Races are won or lost in the mountains. So are charity rides, coffee shop out-and-backs, and solo rides when the hill from hell gets the best of you---again.
Climbing is cool; endurance impressive. But to really WOW your friends, there's nothing like a locomotive sprint. There's some truth, of course, to the old saw that sprinters are born, not made.
When removing your pedals, put your chain on the big ring to keep your hands from hitting the teeth if your wrench slips.
True and tension your wheels every other month.
How is bicycling like a religion? You feel guilty when you don't go.
In cycling, your chances of seeing barbaric violence or bloodshed aren't good. A crash or busted collarbone is about all you'll get.
4 Sounds that are louder to you than anyone else.
1. Your cleats sliding across the sidewalk.
2. The sound of your collarbone snapping.
3. Chainsuck.
4. Chain link popping.
Looking down and realizing you've been in the big ring the whole ride.
4 Satisfying hurts.
1. Sore quads the day after a hard ride.
2. Bruises earned while mastering a skill.
3. Sprinting.
4. Minor injuries received during successful repairs.
Gravel is no place to turn. Stay straight until you're out of it.
4 Moments of absolute clarity during a bridge.
1. Knowing you can.
2. Not knowing if you can---but going anyway.
3. Catching them quietly, sitting up and waiting for them to notice you.
4. Gaining, gaining, gaining---then getting stuck, dangling off their backs, dying, unable to get close and refusing to quit.
Spend one day of the week pedaling faster, not riding faster.
On hard accelerations, avoid the common mistake of holding your breath.
Don't move your weight too far forward. Your shoulders should not go past the front wheel axle.
If you're light, you spin and get out of the saddle a lot. If you're heavy, you push bigger gears and sit.
Climbing is a skill filled with subtlety and specialty---two lightweights can be as different as a sprinter is from a time trialist. If you understand the fine points of how your body should be matched to a climbing style, you'll ascend with more power and confidence.
Say this three times before your next climb: Shift to the gear before you need it.
Ride rough pavement with your hands on top of the bar. Use your arms, not the saddle, to support your weight.
Trust your bike.
In a pinch, you can use the handle of a hub's quick-release for a tire lever.
If your shifting is sluggish... from high to low in front or from low to high in rear, you have gunk in the housings.
Because we can't stalk things anymore. It's a molecular, biochemical instinct that is stifled by modern life. When you're biking you're moving fast and rapid motion harkens back to when our ancestors had to catch food to eat it---chase it down, just like predatory animals. Every gland in the body is in a high state of alert. You experience hightened awareness. You're smarter and more skilled. It's a primitive need within all of us.
Why do we really, really, really like dropping our best friends? Residual monkey instincts. In monkey and ape societies, young males learn who is stronger by play. That keeps them from hurting each other when they need to contest for power later. outsprinting or outclimbing your friends is the same thing.
Why do we feel superior to nonriders? There's something called the cavalier dynamic. Dating back many centuries, a guy on a horse was superior to foot troops. There was a characteristic disdain from the mounted cavalier to the pikeman---we are fast, we are fleet and you are not.
Why is 90 rpm the magic cadence? Science doesn't know exactly why were most efficient at this leg speed. Cyclists, not laboratories, determined that 90 is best. Riders have tried variations since bikes were first raced, and it always comes back to 90 rpm, give or take 5. Lab geeks do know that 90 isn't the most efficient in terms of oxygen consumption. But in cycling there must be something about the muscles and their ability to produce force that's more important than how much oxygen they're using. It's a complex issue.
Why is one bike never enough? Because, before they could make tools and weapons, our evolving hominid ancestors had to stock up on sharp rocks whenever they could. Unfortunately, when it formed these survival instincts your body never anticipated that at some point it would be easy for you to have multiples of things you value. In other words: It's beyond your control. What better justification for a new bike.
Shave your legs. It won't really make your bike faster, but it'll make you feel faster. Because when air goes over your bare skin you feel faster.
Why do we emulate pros with our equipment and clothing? It's not about imitation. It's about belonging. You could wear tube socks and have just as much fun on a ride, but pro costuming makes you part of something larger than yourself. This drive for connection isn't caused by or limited to our media drenched society: A lot of people in primitive countries wear, say a 49ers T-shirt even though they've never seen a football game. Self-enhancement through this kind of performance art is a basic urge.
It's hard to wait for mail while the open road sings... ...a song that calls you out again and again. Fast wheels beneath your frame, no commitments and wind through your spokes---a catchy tune. But waiting is what happens when bad timing leaves you hanging with weary mind hoping for a letter that may change your life.
Cycling's special treasure. You have legs like no other athlete. Cyclists develop a split running down the back of the calf that can't be found in other sports. When you see that V, you know the calf has been worked by riding.
Caffeine can help your body tap the energy contained in stored fat, conserving your primary muscle fuel.
Climbing makes you stronger faster than any other type of riding. Include at least one hilly course per week.
Going hard from the start of every ride isn't training, it's cruelty to muscles. Start a training ride at a gentle spin.
Avoid total lay-offs. In only 12 days you'll go halfway from your trained state to the level you'd be if you never trained at all.
Your clothing should never be more impressive than your riding skills.
Show up for a group ride with a bike that needs a bottom bracket overhaul or similar major repair. Be sure to promise to have it fixed in 5 minutes, then make 'em wait 2 hours. Everyone should be that person once. It's called empathy.
Ride with slower people. Savor the scenery and companionship. Offer tips on how to improve. Then smoke 'em on a hill. Just kidding.
Race. It's fun. It's scary. It's so fun it's scary. Oh, yeah--there's no better way to improve fitness and bike handling, either.
Ride a century, because triple-digit days separate us from the civilians. They can't even imagine it. Done one? Try a double. Already logged 200 kms in one day? OK, you win.
Turn on a spouse, a friend, a kid, or a neighbor to cycling. You're a disciple, so enlarge the flock.
Run errands on your bike while wearing street clothes. Remind yourself--and everyone who sees you--that bikes are not just toys.
Wear a helmet. I want you to keep ridin'.
The hill is a giant. Attack its head, not its foot.
Not replacing a borrowed tube is a good way to lose riding partners.
Cleaning your bike once a week is good. Cleaning it after every ride is grounds for therapy.
Is it strange to sleep with your bike? No, it's not exactly strange. That's not the right word for it. What is it exactly? Hmmmm. Oh yeah, it's friggin' incomprehensible.
More speed or more control? Control proves to be much faster than picking gravel out of your glutes while you wait for a replacement bike.
Speed is just a number. Control has many dimensions---holding your line as straight as a rail as a car barrels by a foot to your left, slowing down just enough so the light turns green as you reach it without having to unclip, being more graceful on two wheels than you ever are on two feet.