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Furthermore, and I hate to be the one to point this out, old rockstars don't reunite and go on tour to make their fans happy. They do it because they need the money. Plant obviously doesn't need the money, or not enough to involve himself in the massive enterprise such a tour would be.

Am I the only one who noticed how totally fucking bored Robert Plant sounds on the O2 concert record? HE DOESN'T WANT TO SING THOSE SONGS ANYMORE. And no one can make him. And no one should, because as opposed to Mr. Page, he has showed infinitely more musical growth in the past 30 years.

I like that song of hers.

I grew some pot once in Dallas.  The little sister of my then-girlfriend stole all the nice buds about a week before they should have been plucked, then essentially tried to sell some of it to me.  good times.

Laissez-faire capitalism at its best.

"I Got You" was heard on this morning's Morning Joe.

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/04/06/magazine/the-pernicious-rise-of-poptimism.html?partner=rss&emc=rss&_r=0

Takeaway quote: "Given Katy Perry’s string of No. 1 hits, a well-honed argument about her appeal is a welcome addition to the musical conversation. But should gainfully employed adults whose job is to listen to music thoughtfully really agree so regularly with the taste of 13-year-olds?"

Yes, I do remember Letterman's morning show and wow, been a LONG time since I thought about Brother Theodore. I remember one night being heavily under the influence of mescaline (early '86 I am guessing) and watching Letterman and being convinced he was out of his mind on mescaline too.

Snort. Good one, Vassar College Bookstore!

http://vassar.bncollege.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/Champion_Jersey_Tee/ProductDisplay?parentCatId=&imageId=682753&level=1&graphicId=APC02110949001&categoryId=40425&catalogId=10001&langId=-1&storeId=32560&productId=400000010532&topCatId=40000

All right, that was funny.

Good gig for Johnny - Herod's got like what, one number?

New Paltz was a decent-sized school with a lot of different social cliques and subcultures. My friends who went to Bard and Vassar, for instance, they know plenty of people who they went to school with. Whenever I run into anyone who was at New Paltz the same time I was and I did not know previously, we invariably know no one in common. So while it is certainly possible RJ and I were in Bacchus at the same time or perhaps attended the same Modena Madhouse party, it is likely we do not know each other. 

Used to be called Coochie's; now it's Cabaloosa - spent many evenings there myself. I hear you about P&Gs - whenever I went there I always got drunker than I intended and always got beer spilled on me. Snug's is still around too.

It's still pretty much recognizable as the New Paltz of old. The college now takes itself much more seriously now (they'll kick your ass out if you get caught with weed even once) and things are busier and slightly more New York City-fied, but a lot of the old standbys are still standing by: Bacchus, P&G's, the pizza/ice cream place.

Really?!  Class of 91 here.  I lived in the yellow house next to the Pink House.

I have a vague recollection of that house, but pretty much my entire New Paltz experience can now be classified as a "vague recollection." Was just there last Friday; had a good lunch at the Main Street Bistro and almost stopped in to buy a bong at Kon-Tiki.

That'll be corrected at some point I'm sure.

Hey, me too! Class of 1990.

That's gotta be the first Phoenicia, N.Y. reference on VC ever.

Yeah I liked that too.

Thanks man! XO

You're welcome and thanks!

Here's my editorial about it.

http://www.kingstonx.com/2014/03/24/editorial-ships-planes-and-augury/

That was interesting. Perhaps the cult bred (well, inbred would be more accurate) Errol to be the high priest/lead malefactor, kinda the way the Bene Gesserit was trying to create the Kwisatz Haderach in Dune. In the end, though, this may be overanalysis on an epic scale: writers can and do make shit up out of thin air and don't always have elaborate backstories for it that they attempt to telegraph in subtle ways.

I took what was going on with Marty's daughter as not something directly tied in with the plot, but a symbolic reflection of evil, wickedness and sexual dysfunction, as well as a disturbing bit of reality creeping in to Marty's perceived (yet totally unreal) oasis of calm that was his home life.

That said, can we get "Hart Investigative Solutions" T-shirts yet? Yes, apparently you can!

I was really impressed how they reached into my brain and came up with the Twin Peaks-Apocalypse Now-devil worship movies hybrid I didn't even know I wanted to see.

One mystery solved - it's a word. I guess they are going through the pilot's homemade simulator to see exactly what he was simulating.

EDIT: No wait, it has not been sanctioned yet as a word.

My insurance covers that.