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Pete Shelley (17. april 1955 – 6. december 2018)

Friday, December 7th, 2018

En af mine første plader var Singles Going Steady med Buzzcocks. Pladen er en opsamling med A og B-sider af Buzzcocks’ første 8 singler, og de lavede, for det meste, kærlighedssange.

Finurligheden i titlen “Singles Going Steady” gik i øvrigt hen over hovedet på mig dengang.

Nu er frontmanden Pete Shelley død i en alder af 63.

Jeg havde da hørt om Buzzcocks før, især pga. af deres DIY EP Spiral Scratch, der blev fremhævet i nogle specialudsendelser om musikscenen i sen 1970’ernes England, i det hedengangne ROCK-NYT. Jeg husker tydeligt at Jan Sneeum fremsagde det geniale “Boredom–boredom–be’dumb, be’dumb”.

Da jeg satte skiven på, blev jeg blæst bagover af deres melodiske og intelligente punk, dengang hørte jeg oftest musik for første gang, når jeg købte, eller lånte, pladen.

Den musik jeg holdt af, var ikke just noget der blev spillet i radioen, endsige noget der kunne købes ret mange steder, men pudsigt nok fandt jeg “Singles Going Steady” i FONA i Hvidovre Centeret, antagelsen er at de havde haft en praktikant der havde indkøbt nogle specielle plader, eller måske at SAM-Distribution havde været forbi med en stak demoer, nå, nu var den ihvertfald på udsalg.

Det var egentlig ikke sjældent at man kunne finde overraskende plader på udsalg, de underligste steder. I begyndelsen af 1980’erne fandtes der mindst fem pladebutikker med et ret stort udvalg i Hvidovre, men Bjørns Radio i Glostrup Centeret var et veritabelt slaraffenland.

Så farvel til Pete Shelley (17. april 1955 – 6. december 2018), og tak for musikken.

Jeg vil benytte lejligheden til at sige farvel med en personlig favorit, det kunne have været Ever Fallen in Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve), men jeg holder nu mere af What Do I Get?

I just want a lover like any other, what do I get?
I only want a friend who will stay to the end, what do I get?
What do I get, oh-oh, what do I get?
What do I get, oh-oh, what do I get?
I’m in distress, I need a caress, what do I get?
I’m not on the make, I just need a break, what do I get?
What do I get, oh-oh, what do I get?
What do I get, oh-oh, what do I get?
I only get sleepless nights
Alone here in my half-empty bed
For you things, seem to turn out right
I wish they’d only happen to me instead
What do I get, oh-oh, what do I get?
What do I get, oh-oh, what do I get?
Oh
I only get sleepless nights
Alone here in my half-empty bed
For you things seem to turn out right
I wish they’d only happen to me instead
What do I get, oh-oh, what do I get?
What do I get, oh-oh, what do I get?
I just want a lover like any other, what do I get?
I only want a friend who will love to the end, what do I get?
What do I get, oh-oh, what do I get?
What do I get, oh-oh, what do I get?
Well, let me tell you now
(What do I get?)
(What do I get?)
(What do I get?) I get no love
(What do I get?) I get no sleep at nights
(What do I get?) I get nothing that’s nice
(What do I get?) I get nothing at all, at all, at all, at all
At all, at all, at all, at all ’cause I don’t get you

Sangskrivere: Peter Shelley
What Do I Get? sangtekster © Universal Music Publishing Group

Kompetenceudvikling

Thursday, September 29th, 2016

Umiddelbart er den tegning jo fin, men i min ungdom var det anderledes.

I begyndelsen af 70’erne var jeg meget optaget af den kommende dommedag, olien var ved at slippe op, The Limits to Growth dokumenterede at uanset hvad vi gjorde, så ville det gå galt, og at feks. de kommende supersoniske fly og raketter ville ødelægge ozonlaget.

Alt det var jeg meget bevidst om, og det var ikke noget jeg lærte i skolen, det var gennem Danmarks Radio, ikke mindst det hedengange P1 program: Leksikon.

I 1977 tog jeg så selv et kursus på Ungdomsskolen for at lære at programmere, i 1978 tog jeg kurset igen, på det alter ofrede jeg min spejderkarriere, som også var svært inkompatibel med sen 70’ernes fremherskende ideologi i Gymnasierne. Det var også svært inkompatibelt at arbejde med datamaskiner i sen 70’erne, så det droppede jeg også til fordel for politik og marginalkultur – nørden var ikke velset dengang…

Men dette, mit første program skrevet i BASIC, hang dog, trods alt, ved:

10 LET H=5
20 LET G=10
30 LET A=0.5*H*G
40 PRINT A

Og det mere generelle:

10 INPUT H,G
20 LET A=0.5*H*G
30 PRINT A

Senere, efter Gymnasiet hvor jeg startede på et teknisk universitet, rettede jeg ind, og har vel i min karriere været medvirkende til at kanalisere rigtig mange millioner, regnestykket er komplekst, til Seattle og Cupertino, men også til Indien, Kina og Ukraine.

Jeg magtede så ikke at gennemføre min uddannelse, men jeg har alligevel arbejdet professionelt det meste af tiden siden 1983, og jeg tør slet ikke regne min gennemsnitlige timeløn ud, og min månedsløn før skat har svinget fra 0 til 80.000, og min arbejdsuge fra 0 til over 100 timer.

Udokumenterede kompetencer

At du så næppe kan få et fast arbejde i det etablerede system, bla. pga. manglende dokumenterede kompetencer, er vore alles problem.

Pensum

Mit budskab er at du, når du har lært de basale færdigheder som at læse og skrive, så lær informationssøgning og kildekritik, herefter står du for din egen uddannelse, men find nogle gode lærere, det der populært kaldes venner.

Her kan du passende starte din egen uddannelse:

Og du kan fortsætte her:

Sjovt nok var det første programmeringssprog jeg lærte, i 1977, programmeringssproget BASIC, og det stadig er i udbredt brug, f.eks. til makroer i Microsoft Office, så det mest karrierefremmende du kan gøre, hvis du vil arbejde med udvikling af programmer, er måske stadig at lære BASIC.

Myten om den hurtige teknologiske udvikling

At den teknologiske udvikling går ekstremt hurtigt, er en vandrehistorie, dine udokumenterede, såvel som de dokumenterede, kompetencer indenfor teknologi er langtidsholdbare.

Her viser jeg bla. hvordan mit første program ville se ud i andre programmeringssprog, nå ja, det minder mig om hvor meget jeg elsker APL, det er måske det du skal lære først, dine kompetencer er så mindre brugbare, underdrivelse, hvis du skal have et arbejde som programmør i en virksomhed…

Samme program i APL som i BASIC :-O. Jep! Det skal læses fra højre mod venstre.

(∼R∈R°.×R)/R←1↓ιR?

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One more thing…

Resultatet af afstemningen som altid følger en Joy of Tech stribe? What would be highest on your list of things to teach in school?

46% svarede:

How to learn, and how to love to keep learning, … curiosity may have killed the cat, but it died as clever as a fox.

Vi lader lige den stå.

“The Prime Time Of Your Life”

Sunday, July 24th, 2016

“The Prime Time Of Your Life”

The prime time of your life
The prime time of your life
The prime time of your life

Now, live it, the prime time of your life
Now, live it, the prime time of your life
Now, live it, the prime time of your life

(do it)
Now, (and) live it (today), the prime time of your life
(do it)
Now, (and) live it (today), the prime time of your life

(come on and do it)
Now, (don’t wait and) live it (today), the prime time of your life
(come on and do it)
Now, (don’t wait and) live it (today), the prime time of your life
(come on and do it)
Now, (don’t wait and) live it (today), the prime time of your life
(come on and do it)
Now, (don’t wait and) live it (today), the prime time of your life

The prime time of your life
The prime time of your life

Kartoffel OG Tomat

Tuesday, July 12th, 2016

I’m gonna take my time
She gon’ get hers before I
I’m gonna take it slow
I’m not gonna rush the stroll

If you don’t know by now
@kim_bach is a freak, freak, freak
I keep the faith with me
Seven days of the week, week, week

And all that we ever do
Is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets
And hack up a site
And go back to sleep, sleep, sleep

Sjönvarp #NCC1701F #tenFORWARD

Monday, July 11th, 2016

All these accidents,
That happen,
Follow the dot,
Coincidence,
Makes sense,
Only with you,
You don’t have to speak,
I feel.

Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.

All that no-one sees,
You see,
What’s inside of me,
Every nerve that hurts,
You heal,
Deep inside of me, oo-oohh,
You don’t have to speak,
I feel.

Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me – confuse,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,

Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
State of, state of,
How beautiful,
Emergency,
Is where I want to be.

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be.

Sjönvarp #NCC1701F #tenFORWARD

(Keep Feeling) Sons and Just Fascination…How Fascinating!

Saturday, November 28th, 2015

David Bowie – Fascination

Simple Minds – Sons and Fascination

Cabaret Voltaire – Just Fascination

The Human League – (Keep Feeling) Fascination

Time Zone – World Destruction

Saturday, October 10th, 2015

Speak about destruction. (x3)

This is a world destruction, your life ain’t nothing.
The human race is becoming a disgrace.
Countries are fighting with chemical warfare.
Not giving a damn about the people who live.
Nostradamus predicts the coming of the Antichrist.
Hey, look out, the third world nations are on the rise.
The Democratic-Communist Relationship,
Won’t stand in the way of the Islamic force.
The C.I.A. is looking for defectors.
The K.G.B. is smarter than you think.
Brainwash mentalities to control the system.
Using TV and movies – religions of course.
Yes, the world is headed for destruction.
Is it nuclear war?
What are you asking for?

This is a world destruction. Your life ain’t nothing.
The human race is becoming a disgrace.
The rich get richer.
The poor are getting poorer.
Fascist, chauvinistic government fools.
People, Muslims, Christians and Hindus.
Are in a time zone just searching for the truth.
Who are you to think you’re a superior race?
Facing forth your everlasting doom.
We are Time Zone, we’ve come to drop a bomb on you.
World destruction, kaboom, kaboom, kaboom!

This is the world destruction, your life ain’t nothing.
The human race is becoming a disgrace.
Nationalities are fighting with each other.
Why is this? Because the system tells you.
Putting people in faceless categories.
Knowledge isn’t what it used to be.
Military tactics to control a nation.
Who wants to be a president or king? Me!
Mother Nature is gonna work against you.
Nothing in your power that you can do.
Yes, the world is headed for destruction.
You and I know it, cause the Bible tells you.
If we don’t start to look for a better life,
The world will be destroyed in a time zone!

Speak about destruction. (x3)

Cruel to be kind

Saturday, July 18th, 2015

Well, I do my best to understand, dear
But you still mystify and I want to know why
I pick myself up off the ground
To have you knock me back down again and again
And when I ask you to explain you say

You gotta be
Cruel to be kind in the right measure
Cruel to be kind it’s a very good sign
Cruel to be kind means that I love you
Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind

For Andy’s (and our’s) Sake

Wednesday, June 10th, 2015

Oh, knuckle down, love his skin
It doesn’t matter what color skin he’s locked in
Knuckle down, knuckle down and love that skin
Knuckle down, love his race
It doesn’t matter if you win or lose a little face
Knuckle down and love that race

Because one bright morning
The world might end with a big bang, big bang
And you’ll never ever get yourself another chance
So put aside the hoodoo and some of the voodoo
About people being different
They’re not so different

Take them by the arms and run to the street
Take a little drum to supply some beat
Soon the whole world will be up on it’s feet and dancing

For my sake, won’t you put your knuckles down, boys?
Mine, mine
For my sake, won’t you put you knuckles down, boys?
Oys, oys

Knuckle down, love her skin
It doesn’t matter what color skin she’s locked in
Knuckle down, knuckle down and love that skin
Knuckle down, love her race
It doesn’t matter if you win or lose a little face
Knuckle down and love that race

B-b-because, one bright morning you just might wake
When the coin drops, coin drops
Even though you think that love is such a corny thing
You can burst the bubble, it’s full up with trouble
Says that people always got to be fighting, not right

Take them by the arms and run to the fields
Blow on your horn until Jericho yields
Soon the whole world will lay down swords and shields
For singing

For my sake, won’t you put your knuckles down, boys?
Mine, mine
For my sake, won’t you put you knuckles down?
Whoa

Take them by the arms and run to the streets
Take a little drum to kick up some beat
Soon the whole world will be up on it’s feet and d-d-dancing

For my sake, won’t you put your knuckles down, boys?
Mine, mine
For my sake, won’t you put your knuckles down, boys?
Mine, mine
For my sake, won’t you put your knuckles down?

Songwriters
PARTRIDGE, ANDY

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

Nøglebrik

Saturday, June 6th, 2015

“Sorte Limfjordsmagier, klamme Hansi Hinterseer potpourrier og at favne en islandsk vulkan indtaget gennem franske house filtre!!!! puuuuurrrrrfect”