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BUG: If click Save Configuration on the admin form you will get a blank page...

Fixed. Silly... My debugging output was thwarting the header() in includes/common.inc line 311. I have implemented simple debugging output in the bottom of the block for developer convenience.

BUG: Track times: They are probably incorrect for you.

Fixed. _lastfmdev_adjust_server_time() now calculates the offset between the Last.fm server's timezone and the date_default_timezone set in the Drupal installation.

Over the last few weeks I've been working on a Last.fm module for Drupal. I started with some code by an English programmer. I'd hope to polish it up before sharing my modifications with him, but since I see that he's back at work on it I'm posting it here and sending him this message:

LeCavalierInspirations, a 1997 film by Michael Apted (49UP), is an examination of
the creative process through conversations with accomplished artists
working in a variety of mediums. Apted constructs a montage
representing the creative moment. He incorporates the the tempered
modesty of Roy Lichtenstein (painter, pop artist), the passion of

Notes:

* There's a break on beat 1 of the 2nd ending. I'll cue that.
* Ending: Standard 3x tag last 4 bars.

Check out the form: ABC - A (12 bars) B (8 bars) C (7 bars) - 27 bars total. The chart is in the All Jazz Book (Chuck Sher).

I only have the Eb version, but I'm uploading the changes that I put in Band in a Box. Note Gbmaj7Lyd = Gbmaj7#11. See the PDF attachments below.

Maybe these notes will be turned into a real posting later:

LIKES
(Artist, Song)
Jim Bianco, Hansome Devil. Tom Waits. Accordian, castenets, trombone (trumpet?). Parisian cafe. Beautiful female vocal interlude.

Spigga, Human. What is not to like? (Except, perhaps, their band name...) Rap en espanol yet way retro funky. Stripped down Ozomatli...

Scott Amendola, Oladipo. Berkeley in da house. Just a clip...boo. Sounds promising. Lilting funk that doesn't hit you over the head. I want hear more.

On the advise of Erica Jong (The Devil at Large: Erica Jong on Henry
Miller), I chose The Colossus of Maroussi as my latest Miller
odyssey. I was not disappointed. From page one I was swept away to
undulating hillsides pregnant with generations of ancient warriors,
heatwaves, floods, arks of the covenant, ear-chewing Greek
expatriates drunk on American materialism...and over and and over
again: light. Violent sunsets; Athens swimming in an "electric

I'm moved to report on what I've been up to: I met a large number of friends and acquaintances at the Toronado this evening. I'd compare this revered site (blocks from my freshman SF apartment) to the Oracle at Delphi, only all the seers there suffer from micro brew-induced myopia. The future can always be forecast - it is always the same.

After two (three?) pints of Pliny the Elder [1] on top of an empty stomach and no sleep last night, I found myself outside The Filmore paying $55 for a (face value $40) ticket to see My Morning Jacket on the second sold-out night of their three-evening New Years stand. Now, I know this band somewhat - at least their albums "It Still Moves" and "Z". I respect their recorded efforts...but as I watched them work the crowd with the predictable tactics, I thought to myself..."would this have stood up at the Cotton Club [2] in the 30's?...at Minton's [3] in the 50's?" Well I can't say of course because I wasn't there (or those past lives are too frustratingly vague)...but I will say that these dudes whipping their long hair over their Gibson Les Paul's and Flying V's...although entertaining, even exciting at frenzied moments...hide behind saccharine artifice. (Oh, what fun it is to be a snobbish bastard and bash things.)