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In strategy it is important to see distant things as if they were close and to take a distanced view of close things.


I took this photo back in February, down in the Salamanca district. As you can see, there are four Zebra Finches perched on the neck of what may or may not be an authentic Les Paul. The guitar was plugged in and run through a distortion pedal to an expensive stack of Marshall amps.

The finches themselves were strumming out what sounded like to my ears the outro to a song I like very much: Elton John's 1972 paen to astronauts and cosmonauts the world over, Rocket Man (I Think It's Going to Be a Long, Long Time). Like me, they like Elton's old stuff much better than his new stuff (by new stuff, I'm talking post-1983).

Quick question to the mob though, what do you think is going on here? What's the point supposed to be?
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Sue said…
If they were robins, they would be....rockin' robins!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4VCUbL7jsc
13 June 2009 at 16:02
Kavita Saharia said…
And i thought that song was about something else...but its a beautiful song anyways.

My dumb head is unable to decode the point ....so i give up...please enlighten Sir.
13 June 2009 at 18:16
Roddy said…
Can you tell me whether they were studio finches or just a band of renegade musos doing an impromptu gig? Do you think that they had practiced the piece beforehand?
Opens up a whole new meaning, Bird on a wire.
13 June 2009 at 18:28
Kitty said…
ha, that's very cute.
I can't imagine the sound and what the birds thought of the whole thing.
14 June 2009 at 23:40
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, poor old robins.
17 June 2009 at 14:19
Kris McCracken said…
Kavita, I think that it is a bout drugs.
17 June 2009 at 14:19
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, they were good.
17 June 2009 at 14:20
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, there was a lot of feedback. And poo everywhere.
17 June 2009 at 14:20
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