Word: roading
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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Finally it was dark, and we started the arduous trek up through the village to the main road, where we would take a breather before continuing the climb up the mountain to the firebase. As soon as we got to the road we started the usual two-men-at-a-time sprint through exposed terrain to the humvee that was supposed to be waiting just around the corner, a kind of mobile hesco. Just as I turned the corner the night was ripped open with muzzle flashes. We had been ambushed...
...humvee wasn't parked where it was supposed to be. Instead it idled another 75 meters down the road. The confusion and the rocks in the road got to me. I stumbled, and fell hard against the mountainside. For a brief moment I thought it made more sense to curl up like an armadillo under the protection of my armor and wait it out. But the soldier behind me was screaming at me to run. I did. I don't really remember the next 75 meters; only throwing myself at the pile of soldiers huddled between the humvee...
...Neil Young wants to release a concept album about eco-friendly cars, he sure as hell will—and over 40 years of artistic excellence means that people will listen, regardless of its merits. “Fork in the Road,” although appreciable for its grungy, hard-rocking feel and often hilarious, sometimes thought provoking lyrics, leaves the listener feeling unnoticed as Young continues to write songs that seem to serve the sole purpose of amusing himself for the moment. Ever the “Godfather of Grunge,” Neil Young incorporates...
...symbols of humanity and posthumanity, respectively—Codrescu never proclaims the victor, but the suggestion is pretty ominous.Codrescu makes the claim that Dada’s overt absurdity may be an antidote to a life absurdly full of reason “The posthumans lining the road to the future (which looks as if it exists, after all, even though Dada is against it) need the solace offered by the primal raw energy of Dada and its inhuman sources.” His entries about moments (“1915, winter, Zurich”), concepts (“audience?...
...mind-numbing, which is more than can be said for the likes of “Liquid In, Liquid Out” and the title track, the latter of which boasts a pretty irritating wordless-cheering section in lieu of a chorus.So the Thermals find themselves on the long road through self-parody. It’s difficult, at first, to listen to a band squander the potential of a record like “Machine” on such a middling follow-up. But then again maybe, in appropriately punk fashion, they only had one great record in them...