I saw this ad in Rolling Stone several weeks ago, never heard of this guy but... could it be? I see blood tests in our future. Especially if he got a nice bonus on a record contract.
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
... somebody go wake up Billie Joe.
Beach baby, beach baby, there on the sand
You do not always have to rhyme "wave your hands in the air" with "like you just don't care." There are numerous alternatives. Here are just a few:
"with savoir faire"
"like a grizzly bear"
"with a chocolate eclair"
"like Fred Astaire"
"show your pit hair"
"I am a derivative songwriter completely lacking in originality but I just don't care."
Feel free to use these, or any of a thousand other possibilities. Please.
All you death wish addicts, you corrupters of truth
1. To rock a rhyme that's right on time
1968 was one of the worst years this country ever endured. ("This country" being the United States, so, sorry to all my Lichtensteinian followers.)
Events in Vietnam (notably the Battle of Khe Sanh and the Tet Offensive) accelerated the rate of military casualties, further dividing Americans and some future Canadians.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated in April, then Robert Kennedy in June.
Civil rights struggles led to violent confrontations and cities burning.
Police bashed fresh young skulls outside the Democratic Convention in Chicago.
The Bobby Goldsboro song "Honey" went to #1 on the Billboard charts.
Clearly, some really horrible shit was happening and it was a time of great confusion. We required a leader who could step forward, allay our fears and restore calm.
And so it was that on this very September 16th, 42 years ago tonight, presidential nominee Richard Nixon took to our nation's airwaves and amazingly graced America with the four soothing words we needed to hear.
Less than two months later he would be elected President of the United States over Hubert H. Humphrey, proving that this country was prepared to elect a man with a middle name like "Milhous" as long as he displayed such fortitude. And had a better makeup artist than he did in 1960.
Do you remember your President Nixon?
I believe today, and by today I mean yesterday, I ran across the worst-reviewed hotel I've seen on the internets. Let's hit on some of the highlights, c/o TripAdvisor - and these are just from the first page of reviews, I was a little too scared to venture further:
“Not the place to stay...”
“Very Poor” (uh, NSFW language)
"Feces on the floor” (Good journalism never buries the lead)
“Unauthorised credit card charge!!!!!!!”
“Pay to Get Scabbies” (this is where I add a "sic" for their speeling)
I realize the economy is still marching to the beat of its own doldrums, and many fine American hometowns can get a little blight on 'em. So I guess it's understandable. Except this place is (or was) two short blocks from Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills.
This room smells like hotel illness, the scars I hide are now your business
Hard to believe but it's September 8th again, Saint Ansgar's birthday, when we celebrate the famed Archibishop of Hamburg-Bremen. Has it already been 1,209 years since he was born? Sheesh. Anyway, every year on this day I wish I were Bremenese, and not just so I could take the day off. Happy birthday, "Apostle of the North"!
Everybody's talking about ministers, sinisters, banisters and canisters, bishops and fishops and rabbis and popeyes
I watch the East Coast feed of NBC Nightly News at work, and stepped away from my desk in mid-broadcast. I come back a half hour later, long after it's over, and for some reason this image was frozen on the screen. I don't know what happened, I didn't put it on pause or nothin', and I don't know what kind of face Brian Williams is making but considering the subject he's reporting on I believe it means something.
Hope I die before I get old...
Wanna take my 30-songclip Labor Day music quiz? Then go here:
It may save your life.
I can't even imagine how, but I'm always looking out for you guys.
'Cause Thursday is a hard workin' day, and Friday I get my pay
Here are some digital typings about my experience at a local Weezer concert in late July that my pals over at BareFootMusicNews were kind enough to publish for me. It may contain mild profanities. Hopefully.
You remain turned away / turning further every day
It seems to be on.
So... here we are. If you found this page at this point, you probably already know me. If you don't already know me, how the heck did you find this page? That's OK, some things are best left unexplained. But there will be things added soon.
Right now I have three priorities:
1) Stop time.
2) Change the colors and some layouts.
3) Add content.
I've been stuck on #1 for most of the day, but soon as I work that out I'll be getting busy on #s 2 and 3. By then there may even be a #4.
Anyway, welcome here. Stuffs will be happening.
You see it's all clear / you were meant to be here / from the beginning...