h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*This report brought to you with the instigation of bubster j. bubstabble, esq., motivator and conciliator, extraordinaire...*

The jam went well, although there were only two members of the band actually turned up for it. This was unfortunate in that a band without a drummer is at a significant disadvantage, but fortunate in that it meant that the two die-hards got sick of it fairly early (i.e. about 11 o'clock), and went home, or just to bed. They played some half-decent blues-style rock, in an experimental sort of way. It was interesting, but wasn't going to stop me from going to bed to finish reading "Rock 'n' roll babes from outer space" again, which I eventually did at about midnight. Reading about jams while listening to them and trying not to disturb the local guitar heroes with guffaws of laughter was an interesting experience, too...!

The weather is superlative.

This morning I managed to drag myself out of bed early enough to get to work by half-past eight, even with a back-step to pick up my blood testing machine and insulin pen, which I managed to forget to pack first time around in the vagueness of post-jam morning mental cloud. I had already managed to get a new load of articles to the super-editors, even while the jam progressed last night, so I was feeling virtuous, as well. Even with the back-step, I still managed to get from Dickson to Civic, back again to Dickson, back to Civic before finally making my way to Woden for work, within an hour - which meant that I only used one of the trips on my multi-trip ticket. I was highly impressed by this. Finally, even with the frustration of having to return to the house to pick up insulin etc., I was mollified somewhat by starting to read "The long, dark tea-time of the soul" - picked up on impulse as I walked out the door for the first time this morning - again.

I like working with Mr. Adams...

I was almost an inner-city guitar legend in Sydney at the end of Uni. Only my innately daggy persona and my chronic inability to play anything more complex than 'Mull of Kintyre' prevented me. But I had the black T-shirt!

Can I also just say that the 'vagueness of post-jam morning mental cloud' briefly suggested to me some condiment crisis. Perhaps I am too easily amused.

Rock on, Hypo!

If you can play "Mull of Kintyre", bubster, you can also play some slightly more rocking numbers like "Summertime blues" or "Not fade away" (including solos) with only a little bit of effort - "three chords, twelve bars, four beats: how hard can it be?"! I sympathise with your lack of recognition, however...

Who WAS that person who sang "Rock on" - was that David Essex?

Ah, there's your problem. Or, rather, mine. "Mull of Kintyre": 3 chords, *3* beats.

And yes. David 'Hold me close' Essex. 5 bonus points if you can tell me who sang 'How much love?'

It took me a while to even remember to get myself into a position where I could hazard a guess at this one, but a quick consultation with the CD-Now database suggests that you're thinking of the version by Leo Sayer.

I might have guessed Brenda Lee - all I can remember of that song is a rather high voice and three words - but when confronted with the list of potentials I began to suspect a falsetto in there somewhere...