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Chance and Ann married at sixteen and had been married for almost fifty years when Ann became paralyzed and Chance became her full-time caregiver. This story tells of the efforts to find a cure for her illness and the struggles to keep Ann alive and to endure to have some kind of life again.
Chance learned to care for his paralyzed wife. He did everything that was required to take care of her even though he never thought he could do such things. Only the power of love could do that. Against all odds they were able to celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary. They continued going from doctor to doctor and hospital to hospital to find a way to keep Ann alive. The doctors were able to stabilize Anns condition and stop her disease from progressing further.
Although Ann continued to be paralyzed, they found they were able to have somewhat of a normal life together even with her requiring twenty-four-hour-a-day care and with no hope of her ever being able to regaining her ability to stand or walk. Then without any warning, Ann suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and passed away, leaving Chance alone and lost.
Chance and Anns good friend, Susan OHara, had lost her husband over eighteen years before Ann passed away. After Susan lost her husband she went to college and earned her degree, graduating summa cum laude. Susan vowed never to date again or ever get married since she never wanted to go through the anguish of losing another love. This story tells how two people who never expected to find love again discovered how the power of love could let them love again and begin a new life together.
Their story gives hope to everyone who has ever lost their loved one. It was invented immediately after the war, in the factory a far-sighted English military man had set up to turn the German economy from making machines of warfare to more pacific products. By the seventies that dream had been amply fulfilled, as the VW Campervan became the conveyance of choice for West Coast hippies, Australian surf bums and Europeans taking the overland route to find enlightenment and good karma in India.
It had also become — indeed, still is — the first choice for any couple, or family, seeking a cheap camping holiday with wheels attached. So never mind the oddly off-centre driving wheel, the vagaries of the aircooled rear engine — the VW Campervan had become more than a vehicle — it had truly become a way of life. It isn't the writing that makes it hard, however, I will say that it is all taken from Henry's journal entries so the flow is rough.
No, the reason why it is such a hard read is that Henry's depression, self loathing and general hatred to the world is SO palpable that you can feel it wafting off the pages. He literally gave everything he had to his music and performances that there was nothing left for himself or any I think this has been one of the hardest books that I have read in a long time. He literally gave everything he had to his music and performances that there was nothing left for himself or anything around him.
You also have to keep in mind that this was the punk scene throughout the 80s. Black Flag is on the cover of magazines, Henry is considered a rockstar, and yet he lives in a shed when he is in LA. Their shows are a mass of hatred and abuse literal, they are attacked, urine thrown at them, etc hurtled at them, they go hungry, they sleep in their bus or squat with fans.
It's insane and insanely hard to read how shitty the conditions were for a band that you absolutely love. It's even harder to read that even despite that, being in the van and on the road and miserable is the only time that Henry ever really feels whole. Too add insult to injury, it's also hard to read the inner thoughts of a musician that you love who is so addled with loathing, depression, and violence. They aren't pretty thoughts.. And as you go further in the years, it only gets worse.
Henry could have made an outstanding horror novelist. Or serial killer. Overall, this is an incredibly painful and real portrait of Henry's life at the time. His thoughts are blunt and pretty flipping horrid at times. There is no sugar coating of anything. More like rusted barbwire coated.
Don't read this expecting to see a feel good story of a man's rise to fame. It's not there. You are actually really grateful that he got out of that van by the end of it. It was an interesting ride while you were there though. I've wanted to read Get In The Van since it was published sixteen years ago. Getting around to it after all this time has proven to be a loopy experience.
When I was a teen, I was all about Black Flag. I thought they were incredible. Damaged , their first LP, was hard to take in and an immediate favorite. Each chapter after that was an education. Black Flag ruled. I identified with the sum of the parts in a variety of ways. I found it frightening as hell, too. These guys were like demons to me, l I've wanted to read Get In The Van since it was published sixteen years ago. These guys were like demons to me, living in a small town in the late 80's, having no reference.
Their music spoke to me and spooked me at the same time. I identified with and was intimidated by the anger and the intellect. I still listen to Black Flag a lot. Reading Get In The Van was a revisitation. A weird rewind. Rollins' recollections of his time in the Flag are absolutely enthralling. It was difficult not to skip his leaps into the abyss at the end of many entries but the rest of it, from sitting in the shed in the Ginns' yard to touring the world really pulled me in.
In fact, I wanted to know more. Azerrad's chapter on the Flag is a solid overview but lacks substance by its very nature as an overview. Get In The Van is Rollins-centric and there is almost no reflection of what anyone else was thinking.
I'm pretty fascinated by Ginn and Dukowski and there were a bunch of characters involved with Black Flag over the years. Maybe an oral history would be the way to go. That would be a killer book! The photos in Get In The Van are great. You don't get shorted on imagery with this one, folks. I can see why, given the nature of the statements and stances he's taken over the years. I just don't agree. I identify with Rollins' attitudes and reactions. I would have felt the same way on a tour.
I wouldn't get enough time to myself, would get sick of everyone and would start to withdraw. I'd be disgusted with people's behavior. I'd be tired, pissed off and angry. I believe, given the nature of the life he lead at the time, his background and upbringing, he did his best. You can see him struggling right in the pages of this book, trying to figure out how to deal with the circumstances he was part of. And, y'know, this guy didn't react to the pressure by eating a bunch of drugs or blowing his head off.
He started a literary career and a publishing company, another band, did some acting. I mean, I find that inspiring. That's cool as hell. Rollins is a hero to me and this book cemented it. Get In The Van is great. I read it so fast I'm going to have to read it again.
Lookin' forward to it. View 2 comments. Nov 01, Michael Jandrok rated it it was amazing. Black Flag is one of my all-time favorite bands. They distilled hardcore into something tangible at a time when punk was reinventing itself for the second or third time. Nobody is really counting. Black Flag was the first of the hardcore bands to really embrace heavy metal and see the possibilities of taking one extreme form of music and melding it with another. Rollins is a very intelligent and well-spoken man.
The art itself makes owning the second edition essential, since Black Flag was itself a sort of performance art act. So there. That may be the best way to get ahold of the book. The entries cover the moment when he entered the band in to its dissolution in He manages to get most of the scene down on paper, and the whole thing just reads like a one-man history of hardcore punk as it was evolving in the early-to-mid s. This little space could not contain Rollins.
He longed for the road like most people long for a breath of fresh air. Black Flag never made any money. Henry was almost always broke. No wonder dude was angry. The man can be homophobic at times, insufferably miserable at other times, and a pity party this big can get tiring time and time again.
Then again…….. Black Flag was a California band through and through, though Rollins himself is from the D. The Flag took more cues from surf culture and the whole Huntington Beach scene, even as Rollins brought a D. East Coast and New Yawk Hardcore took their cues from thrash metal and hip-hop.
You already should know this. Which is a damn shame because she was the best bass player that Black Flag ever had, and I mean no disrespect to Chuck Dukowski. But Henry has a definite burr up his ass for Kira.
You are not going to find much here on his relationship with Greg Ginn or any other members of Black Flag beyond Chuck Dukowski. Henry Rollins has since calmed down a lot. I think the music industry finally caught up a bit. By the time Black Flag ended they had largely abandoned the structures of hardcore and added avant-garde jazz influences to the music. It was time to stop. Black Flag never sold a ton of records, but their influence as a band stretches far and wide.
Henry Rollins now does a lot of public speaking tours and the occasional book release. He is a poet, an author… I admire the shit out of the guy. When he speaks, he speaks truths. He is a fitness addict, an advocate for straight-edge living, though he never really come out and said that he was straight-edge. That bastard. Go and buy it and read it or I will write to Henry and tell him that you blew him off.
He will likely show up at your door and try to beat you up. I dunno, man…. No need to beat people up. But you still need the damn book. Mar 15, Matt rated it liked it Shelves: musique , biography. Best story: Rollins writes about how he and another guy in his band might have been Greg Ginn are out on the road in some godforsaken place, have no money and are starving and want to go to this Wendy's type establishment to eat.
There's a salad bar there where the price is three dollars for all you can eat. Their eyes light up and they run over, stacking mound upon mound of lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, etc 'till the plate is three feet high. The manager comes over and kind of pokes his head o Best story: Rollins writes about how he and another guy in his band might have been Greg Ginn are out on the road in some godforsaken place, have no money and are starving and want to go to this Wendy's type establishment to eat.
The manager comes over and kind of pokes his head over to see what these two maniacs are doing, who are shoveling in the food as fast as they possibly can. They look up- glaring at the guy with big wads of salad dressing stuck to the ends of their mouths. Rollins remarks something like 'when you haven't eaten in three days you get this kind of look in your eye Dec 04, Nate rated it it was amazing Shelves: music , modern-non-fiction.
I can't really take too much of Henry's self-mythologizing, but this book chronicles the work that he'll be known for forever: fronting Black Flag. Working on Greg Ginn's farm wasn't easy and Henry's story is funny, bracing, and paints a staggering picture of young men overcoming unbelievable obstacles to push their rock band out into a very hostile world.
A must read for fans of s American rock. Henry Rollins used to be Greg Ginn's prize white slave. View 1 comment. May 03, Greg Swallow rated it really liked it. First off, I'm biased. I've seen Henry Rollins with and without his backing band live over 25 times.
I never missed a tour until the last couple of years. How I got to the ripe old age of 34 without reading this book is beyond me. That I never cracked the cover of this book other than to glance through it casually is the same phenomenon as never owning copies of those oh-so-many "crucial" albums that were put out in your youth -- you know, there were just so many other alternatives that you had t First off, I'm biased.
That I never cracked the cover of this book other than to glance through it casually is the same phenomenon as never owning copies of those oh-so-many "crucial" albums that were put out in your youth -- you know, there were just so many other alternatives that you had to explore, instead of buying something that was painfully obvious and would always be around. This book contains Henry's first I presume writings, and it shows.
Henry Rollins isn't the greatest writer. Even today, you can read his "dispatches" for free and most of them are as mundane as Facebook posts.
Furthermore, most of the abstract content in the book -- the fictional or pseudo-philosophical content -- displays his amateur mastery of his writing style, but in late , early his writing gets a lot better. Some of this book is downright depressing and self-righteous, but it is what it is. Rollins could have gotten laid and maybe cooled out a bit during , or at least gotten over himself.
The book is what it is, though: had I kept a journal in my 20s it would have read a lot like this book save that I was never a successful musician on tour. What's extraordinary about this book is how it captures how little "success" meant, and how it makes the obvious point of how special Black Flag really was in the s.
The band's music is timeless, to those people who understand it. And how few people actually understood it is even more amazing.
It's like being able to see the core of a star: Black Flag was the unreachable white-hot epicenter of the self-immolating scene that was punk rock. To the outsider, what shone from the surface was often vainly offensive, self-destructive, violent, mindless and temporary.
Again, such is youth. As Black Flag burnt out, so did American punk rock. Bring on the Glam Rock. The cases of cheap beer, bales of skunky weed and back seats full of pussy. Bring on the oceans of girls with "mall bangs" and long-haired guys in patched up jean jackets. No, thank you. And to our benefit, the vacuous musical wasteland that was collapsed under its own excess, while Black Flag's influence underlaid the brief "alternative" respite that, thankfully, soured and collapsed under its own weight in record time in the early 90s.
People who make good music in today's "post-cool" era know what's up. Without the Flag, there would be no "small record labels. So, Mr. Rollins, Mr. Ginn, et al: thank you for setting the ball in motion. I have had access to a lot of great music growing up, all because of you. And special thanks for capturing what life was like forging the path for all the good bands today in your tattered notebooks from cargo areas of Ryder trucks.
This is a biased review. I still love him. His music, his spoken word, his writing. I love it all. Now about this book. And then said band would get chased by cops, abused by its audience and screwed over by the music industry. This is not the something globe-trotting Henry he is now: this is a self-righteous, depressed twerp trying to survive an unbelievably brutal world and scribbling his first writings the style is embryonic and amateurish in an attempt to not go insane.
But his bleak outlook on everything can be really tough to stomach. He has turned into a clever, articulate and engaging guy. This is an important piece of punk rock and rock and roll history. This is a fascinating, dark book. Also, the pictures in the print version are amazing! Everyone is so damn young! In his twelve books, he has led us on a hallucinatory journey through the decades--and his mind--with poems, essays, short stories, diary entries, and rants that exist at "the frayed edges where reality ends and imagination begins" Publishers Weekly.
For the first time, the best of his legendary, no-holds-barred writings are available. Solipsist Plus never before released stories and more It's about being in another time and place. He discovered the casts Lord Elgin made of his infamous marbles in a school garage, and broke the bank to buy the tool box Malcolm Campbell used when he set the water speed record in He made a million.
Lost it. And made it again. The face of the compulsively fascinating business of finding and restoring lost treasures, visionary Drew takes us up and down the country, into garages, factories, schools and pubs, digging out incredible items from that 'other time and place'. Then by lovingly restoring them, he brings our history back to life. A flat cap among silver spoons and old school ties, our favourite no-bullshit expert may be a one-off, but his story makes us all dream of that obscure piece of antiquity gathering dust in the garden shed Who better to offer instruction, advice, and humor than someone who's entering his ninth decade with a jaunty two-step?
Van Dyke isn't just a born song-and-dance man; his irrepressible belief in embracing the moment and unleashing his inner child has proved to be the ultimate elixir of youth. When he was injured during the filming of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, his doctor warned him he'd be using a walker within seven years, but Dick performed a soft shoe right there and never looked back.
Whether he's describing the pleasure he takes in his habitual visits to the grocery store; how he met his late-in-life-love Arlene; or how he sprung back, livelier than ever, from a near-death experience, Dick's optimistic outlook is an invigorating tonic for anyone who needs a reminder that life should be lived with enthusiasm despite what the calendar says.
You don't even have to feel it. And if it does attempt to elbow its way into your life, you do not have to pay attention. If I am out shopping and hear music playing in a store, I start to dance.
If I want to sing, I sing. I read books and get excited about new ideas. I enjoy myself. I don't think about the way I am supposed to act at my age - or at any age. As far as I know, there is no manual for old age. There is no test you have to pass. There is no way you have to behave. There is no such thing as 'age appropriate.
Joy has no one. She spends her days working the graveyard shift at a grocery store outside Boston and nursing an addiction to cough syrup, an attempt to suppress her troubled past.
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