Sweet Papa Crimbo

A most worthy artist. I have everyone of his cd's in my iPod.

Another Tramp...I LOVE IT!

The only song of Wilco that I have ever heard on the Radio is Hand Shake Drugs. Of Course...Dallas radio sucks the big suck.

Abso fucking lutely my friend. (the running order cited above slightly off: Incident on 57th Street, Rosalita, NYC Serenade). And if Wild Billy's Circus Song had been held back and Bruce's version of The Fever had been the side one ender...Best Album EVER. Those of you who are too young to remember Bruce before the pardoy enducing hysteria of Born in the USA may find it hard to believe that he was really something special. He had nuance that got replaced by bombast as he moved into the arenas. You want to see and hear something special, check out the dvd of his first night's performance at

People sometimes forget these guys did some pretty interesting work after Bryan Wilson went nuts and AWOL Sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean Through restful waters and deep commotion Often frightened, unenlightened Sail on, sail on sailor I wrest the waters, fight Neptune's waters Sail through the sorrows of life's marauders Unrepenting, often empty Sail on, sail on sailor Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sail Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail Seldom stumble, never crumble Try to tumble, life's a rumble Feel the stinging I've been given Never ending, unrelenting Heartbr

Me and Mrs. Jones (Billy Paul) Brilliant Disguise (Bruce Springsteen) Who's making Love (The Iceman...Jerry Butler) Norweigan Wood (The Beatles) Statesboro Blues (Allman Bros. Band)

She drew out all her money from the Southern Trust And put her little boy on a Greyhound Bus Leaving Memphis with a guitar in his hand On a one-way ticket to the promised land Hey little girl with the red dress on There's party tonight down in Memphis down I'll be going down there if you need a ride The man on the radio says Elvis Presley's died We drove down into Memphis, the sky was hard and black Up over the ridge came a white Cadillac They'd drawn out all his money and they laid him in the back A woman cried from the roadside "Ah he's gone, he's gone" They found him slumped up against th

Amen bruthas.... Let me respectfully submit the following: Incident on 57th Street Spanish Johnny drove in from the underworld last night With bruised arms and broken rhythm in a beat-up old Buick But dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they sighed "Johnny it falls apart so easy and you know hearts these days are cheap" And the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a cheater." Well the pimps swung their axes and said "Johnny you're a liar" And from out of the shadows came a young girl's voice said: "Johnny don't

Sweet Fancy Moses... A fun song...but hardly 'one of the best ever blue-eyed soul songs ever'. By the way, I always perceived the 'blue eyed-soul' label as being a slag in a 'Pretty good for a white boy' kinda way.

If it's a temporary lull why'm I bored right outta my skull? Man, I'm dressin' sharp an' feelin' dull Lonely, I guess that's where I'm from If I was from Canada then I'd best be called lonesome And if it's just a game Then I'll break down just in case Oh yeah, we're runnin' in our last race Well, I laughed half the way to Tokyo I dreamt I was Surfer Joe An' what that means, I don't know A dream too tired to come true Left a rebel without a clue And I'm searching for somethin' to do And if it's just a game Then we'll hold hands just the same So what, we're bleeding but we ain't cut

Did anybody notice that Pelosi and Cheney were chewing on mints at the same time? Wonder if Dick offered her a wintergreen life saver or in Nancy offered him a cinnamon Altoid.

For the Magic Kristen, I played her Band on the Run and Slow Turning. D-Man got Born to Run and Abbey Road.

Where the road is dark and the seed is sowed Where the gun is cocked and the bullet's cold Where the miles are marked in the blood and gold I'll meet you further on up the road Got on my dead man's suit and my smilin' skull ring My lucky graveyard boots and song to sing I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold And I'll meet you further on up the road. Further on up the road Further on up the road Where the way dark and the night is cold One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know And I'll meet you further on up the road. Now I been out in the desert, just doin' my time Searchin' through the

iPod + Washing Maching = disaster.

Alt-Fucktard for me.

Remember Pele and the New York Cosmos? At best it will be a fleeting bump in interest.

As the recipient of a torturiously odd name, I do officially hereby beseech all prospective parents to picture the literal and metaphoric beatings your child will get. Please, PLEASE stop the insanity. Sometimes I could just slap my mama. Thank You.

The Gourds --- Gin and Juice Rod Stewart --- Reason to Believe Bruce Springsteen --- None but the Brave

And the more practical adjuncts: Never play poker with a man called "Slim" Never eat at a place called "Mom's" Never 'fish off the company pier'

I had both of those on 8-Track. Sweet Fancy Moses I am old.

Exactamundo. While the thought of a conscript army serving Jeffersonian ideals (forget Rangel's bullshit grandstanding) may be attractive, anybody who was in the military as a profession in the 60's and 70's will tell you that the unmotivated, spoiled children of America are a nightmare for the military. The depression era generation was of a different stripe than the boomers and the following generations. Plus, the goals are very different in this fractured world then they were in the 40's. Forget this abortion in Iraq and the desire to 'de-militarize the body politic' for a minute. There

Why'd you skip WORLDS APART? An eclectic yet accessible work. These guys are literate and can rock your fucking socks off.

This set me to grinning...read anything POLITICAL on the internets?