Remember When You Were Young….

I appreciate all kinds of good music. "Good "is defined as what I like, and what I don't like is stamped as "Bad".

My band is Pink Floyd. I liked the revival Gilmour lead 80s-90s stuff, certainly a good show, but the real Floyd ends with "The Wall" in 1979. The final cut..well….

I worked with a young musician in 2005 when the Geldolf live aid concerts were done, and he was even blown away by the one-off throw together concert the Floyds did with the more accessible songs like "Money" and "Wish you were Here". I laughed, and said yeah, I did not expect them to play "Careful with that Axe Eugene", in which Waters whispers then screams at the top of his lungs for the several minutes.

One's appreciation of art and music is entwined with one's emotions and state of mind at the time you read/listen. I re-read Tolstoy and loved every bit of it. I tried to re-read Dostoyevsky, and couldn't do it. Mr D could write, I just wasn't into it when I tried to re-read it.

Waters took over the band – you can hear the exact point – on Animals during "Dogs" when he takes over lead from Dave in the line "gotta admit…..". Now I know "Dogs" is 17 plus minutes long, but he kept the stick for the rest of the relay. I was very mad at Roger for a very, very long time. In 2005 I figured if Dave, Rick and Nick could forgive Roger, maybe I could too. In the winter of 2006, I re-considered it all from The First album on…and I was back!!

Now leave it to me to chose, as his favourite band, one where the founder went totally off, having fried his brain on LSD, and where the eventual new leader went almost as badly off into a bathos that was simply not listenable.

My dearly departed best friend of 25 years who left us in august 2007 attended the 1977 Montreal Olympic stadium concert where the band pretty much imploded as a live act, collapsing under their own weight of self-absurdity. She had a bootleg of that concert and the tender, loving anthem of "Echoes" was differently presented as, since it was at the end of the tour, Dave and Rick's voices were shot to hell and instead of a few mellow hippies singing about labyrinths and coral caves, it sounded like Johnny Rotten and Iggy Pop in a duet. It was also where Roger spat at the audience, something that Mr. Rotten did, and was a Rotten thing not a Roger thing. Of that friend, my tribute to her is, and shall always be, from "Shine on you crazy Diamond", Roger's tribute to Sid:

Pile on many more layers, and I'll be joining you there.

Next Week: How Jethro Tull helped me lose my religion.

Tom

A Process

This did not have a happy ending. But the ending is another thing all together.

I do have a fair bit of experience with the Ontario health care system as I had a close family member who was ill off and on for over 35 years (the one I am talking about here). She was in very poor health the last few years of her life. Also, I worked in a non-medical role in 2 different, large hospitals – one in 1999, and another in 2001-2.

In July 2008, I was thrust, along with other family members, into the position of being in a hospital to provide support for major surgery to a close family member. On the day of the surgery we first sat in a pre-check in waiting area still with the patient herself. After check-in, we went to wait for her in the "waiting to be prepped, but has already been admitted" waiting room. Again the patient was still sitting with us. Then, she was called to be prepped. When she had been prepped for surgery, we remained in waiting room #2. Then, we were told she was prepped and we went to waiting room #3, in the "prepped, but not yet in surgery" waiting room. Here you could go two loved-ones at a time to see her in the prep room while she was waiting to be wheeled into the OR. Then, when she was off to the OR we were sent to another floor completely. We remained there in the "while the operation is in progress" waiting room.

One miss-step had occurred – she had gone for full blood work at a clinic the day before. Those results had been sent like lost luggage into limbo. It's as if the tests had never taken place. So, if the stress of surgery wasn't enough, they did an entire new set of blood tests on the cusp of he surgery. That could have gone better.

Waiting in the surgical room: Well, this was like enduring a missed or delayed flight connection at an airport, but with the added bonus of having a close family member having a serious operation! We had to push to get the first update. Finally a nurse or surgeon came to tell us there had been a delay as they had to fine tune the machines that collectively go "ping" to be in working order for the surgery. We were treated very well as this person left the OR to talk to us and that was helpful. When it was completed the head surgeon talked to us and filled us in, and stayed until all of our questions were answered. We were very, very well treated and informed.

It was a very structured process – not simply for the patient, but also for the loved-ones. I did simply not expect that kind of rigid structure. It seemed to be well thought out and probably well evolved since the bleeding with leeches era.

If you watch Grey's or House, let's say that what goes on as portrayed on television is done so for dramatic purposes. Reality is very different from drama. Since I have a B.A. in English, hopefully this is not something I only recently discovered. I also side with Alfred Hitchcock that drama is real life with all the boring parts cut out. On TV, the waiting room seems to be near the emergency entrance, right out in the open. I suspect this helps segue to plot B where the car crash or shooting accident victims come blasting through the doors and words like "Stat" and "GSW" are yelled out. We were far from any madding crowds on the 3^rd floor, nowhere near any main door. If I may use the term, we were in a place that seemed sterile.

I watched Michael Michael Moore's "Sicko" and while one must obviously take into consideration "Moore's Law", that he is going to wildly twist his thesis to suit his conclusion, I get the impression that in The United States, underwriters determine the course of a patient's treatment in many, many cases. I did not get that impression from my experience – that the hospital administration was on the phone to OHIP to approve treatment. I got the impression that the medical people made the medical decisions. Billing comes later. Our way is better. Period.