I did also, on a tour, we were offered a chanced to do so, but IIRC there were like three bells.
I kinda like that song
Carol of the bells
I did also, on a tour, we were offered a chanced to do so, but IIRC there were like three bells.
I kinda like that song
Carol of the bells
Apologies, 'twas my first poll. ![]()
Guilty! ![]()
My knowledge of bell songs is pretty much limited to AC/DC’s Hell’s Bells, so I used Google’s AI to give me a quick list as a natural progression with the preceeding polls. Feel free to create a better one and show this cracked bell how it’s done! ![]()
Dave Bartholomew’s 1952 song ‘My Ding-a-ling’ (popularized again by Chuck Berry in the early 70s’) would have been a good one for that poll.
The pain question is really comparing apples and oranges. It’s silly that the English language doesn’t have words other than “pain” or “hurt” to describe mental anguish. I only answered mental/emotional because it generally lasts longer and drugs don’t work as well.
I found it difficult to compare physical and emotional pain, but I eventually decided on my kidney stone for the (physical pain) win. Or loss.
The neat thing about Depression is that everything hurts.
For me, emotional pain has been the worst. Not even close. My tortured relationship with my mother alone would win that contest. I have spent my life learning to cope with intense emotional pain.
I’ve been in severe acute physical pain - like when I had gallstones and an infected gallbladder - but it was fleeting. Emotional pain lingers. And it can hit me out of nowhere just as intense as the original wound. I’ve never had anything physically that can compare.
I’ve had at least a dozen kidney stones and some of them have been the worst physical pain I’ve ever experienced. But I voted emotional pain, thinking of my wife’s death. Nevertheless, I agree that the two kinds of pain aren’t really comparable.
Nevertheless, I agree that the two kinds of pain aren’t really comparable.
I found it to be a fascinating question. No, they’re not easy to compare, but being “forced” to choose was itself profound food for thought, for me.
They both involve suffering, generally, so they seem similar to me. I do the same mental routine regardless of the source of my pain, physical/emotional.
It’s not a big deal
I shouldn’t be feeling this way
This is the worst thing ever
I can’t handle this
Oh god when will it ever end?
I’ve had at least a dozen kidney stones and some of them have been the worst physical pain I’ve ever experienced. But I voted emotional pain, thinking of my wife’s death. Nevertheless, I agree that the two kinds of pain aren’t really comparable.
I’ve had five kidney stones, and I agree, those have been, by far, the worst physical pain I’ve ever endured, though those pain episodes were nearly always just a few hours at a time.
I actually voted for emotional pain: when I was in college, and each of my first two girlfriends broke things off with me (I’d dated each of them for close to two years), I was emotionally devastated for months; to be fair, I was young, and hadn’t experienced that sort of loss/emotional injury before. In recent years, I’ve dealt with depression, which just completely messed up my life for months at a time. Both of my parents are elderly now, and dealing with significant health issues; I’ve been steeling myself for losing them for a couple of years now, but I know that, when it happens, I’ll be gutted.
I wonder about the person who walks through the room while they’re playing and appears to pay no attention whatsoever.
I dearly loves me some Black Crowes, no doubt about it, but to say they’re HOF worthy is, IMO, a bit of a stretch.
Crimson, BOC, and Motorhead should absolutely be in there, though. I also gave the Pixies and New York Dolls votes as “strongly deserving of it.”
I thought of Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Bells,” set to music by Phil Ochs.
I hope @WOOKINPANUB votes for the Commodores.
“Fee Ties a Maydee…”. ![]()
The results of the French painting poll confirm that I’m not crazy (or, at least, not alone in my delusion). I saw this beast (25 feet long!) hanging in the Musée D’Orsay and thought, “Wow! What a great example of 19th Century transgressive art!” - I didn’t even know that was a thing. Then I looked at the plaque: L’Ecole de Platon by Jean Delville. The School of Plato. Seriously! That’s not Plato; that’s hippy Jesus! And 12 followers can’t be a coincidence. But nowhere online can I find anybody even hinting that it’s really a homoerotic depiction from the Gospels.
Depends on whether it’s something I could or should do something about, or is something that’s affecting my general view of the world.
The fruitcake I could and should do something about: namely stop inflicting fruitcake on people who don’t want it. If my parents knew in advance that the neighbors were going to kill their horse who I’d been riding while we were out of town sixty years ago, I don’t need to know that.