It's true, I never really wanted to be a librarian who plays music part time. I wanted to be... a lumberjack! Leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia. The Giant Redwood. The Larch. The Fir! The mighty Scots Pine!

What album is "Last Trip To Tulsa" from again? [Forgive my ignorance; put it down to old age... : )]

it's the first self-titled album from 1969, i think it is the last song on it, pretty long, almost ten minutes. i am reading this wonderful book in german on neil young by this half persian, half german kermani. it is called "the book of the people killed by neil young". initially the book is on the effect of neil young's music on kermani's baby which is crying all the time due to flatulences. by accident kermani discovers that his baby stops crying as soon as he puts on neil young. the first song he puts on is "last trip to tulsa".

when i tried to put it on on monday i wasn't as lucky. my dvd player opened a bit, made a weird noise and stopped working. i managed to close it but now it won't open anymore. of course the guarantee was six months and i bought it in october. additionally there is a cd inside which is part of my favourite album of 1976. i was quite unlucky on my birthday. it all started with a black cat crossing the road from the left to the right in front of me in the morning. in the afternoon when i bought some tobacco at the petrol station i almost got run over by a crazy young car driver who overtook me on my bicycle with something like 80 90 km/h (just to stop immediately after in front of a red traffic light) when i was probably going about 50 40 km/h. i wanted to change lanes but saw in the last second that this idiot was overtaking me, i had noticed him before but was sure he was too far or slowing down for me. sometimes life and death are very close to each other. in the end i was quite lucky. nothing happened. at the traffic light i asked the stunned guy if his maneuver really had been necessary. he looked at me speechless as if i had resurrected from the dead.

i still haven't got used to those 40 years though. i am officially an old fart now, at least in ILM speak.

Happy belated, then, Alex. Don't sweat the small stuff, as they say.