Moi Say Moi

I know in the grand scheme of things podcasts aren't that meaningful but one of the many things we lost when John Lennon was killed is can you even imagine (no pun intended)(unless you liked it) how incredible a Lennon/McCartney podcast would be?

"This season of The Bear is @#$%ing deader than you in 1966, Paul"

 

Xmastime So Sayeth, So Sayeth Xmastime

My newest favorite sport after 9pm is watching some poor bastard walk half the length of Wegmans past the long bank of registers & all the way to the ones by the pizza & hot bar that are now closed.

NEW XMASTIME SERIES: I Would Never Actually Say This, but...

...I would never say this but sometimes when I'm walking around I'm not actually listening to anything in my headphones because I'm currently finding my own thoughts/riffs/whatever are much more entertaining than whatever I'm finding on my podcast or music choices.

“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.” — Oscar Wilde

Me. I'm Really Happening, Aren't We?

The kid working at the eyeglasses store went out of his way to make sure I understood that when he called me in a few days to let me know my glasses were in that he’d leave a message, coming just short of threatening me if I actually answered the phone, and I'm like motherfucker do I look like I wanna sit around chatting with you all day on the goddam phone & then I saw myself in one of their 12 mirrors & was like you know what I 100% look like I wanna sit around chatting all day on the goddam phone. 

Deep(ish*) Cuts

Marley asked me & Watty to each submit a playlist of "7 deep cut, unheralded Rolling Stones songs"; I don't think any super-Stones fan would call mine "deep cuts" but I fucking love every one and so here they are:

LINK TO MY PLAYLIST HERE

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand HERE'S THE LINK TO MARLEY'S PLAYLIST; once I get Watty's I'll put them all together YES PEOPLE YOU IN FACT ARE VERY WELCOME!!!

*(omg how close was that to "deep dish!!" what if we had chosen the band Chicago instead of the Stones?????)

"Coupla Dudes Spotted Trying to Pick Up Chicks at Artemis II Landing"

I'll Say This

We've already had too many young men roaming around our neighborhoods with military-grade weapons once we started the Iraq War; now with ICE being pretty much a full-on Gestapo private army with a blank check & a culture of zero consequences, the chances of that problem exploding to incredibly dangerous levels over the next decade as this particular wave generation starts to settle back into their own neighborhoods are exactly 100%.

Great, Can They Do Me Now?

Something I Know for Sure

If you think we're getting out of a Trump admintration without Trump trying to get Washington DC renamed after him then you are out of your goddam mind; I'm predicting the first "gee, people are coming up to me and saying the capital city should be named after me..." bullshit will start flying in conjunction with the July 4th 250th anniversary of America celebrations.

WELL Well well...

...via this Sunday's The New York Times Magazine:

Although the exact dates remain hazy, I think it is safe to say that sometime between 2009 and 2014 it became officially embarrassing to be a novelist. 

LET THE RECORD SHOW: I published my first novel in 2015. Cough. Just Saying. Re-cough.

Rock Lit du Jour

One of the earliest books I got my beady little paws on that was exclusively about the college radio/alternative music of the 1980s I'd loved so much was Gina Arnold's Route 666: On the Road to Nirvana, which I bought at the Oxford Mississippi Mall in 1995; I lost it years ago (mighta left it here!!) so of course I remembered "oh yeah I can click a button and it will show up at my door tomorrow" and I’m glad I did, since it instantly made me think of one of my favorite rock book quotes of all time, from the day in 1983 when she realized her own generation's music was happening all around her, and she didn't have to co-opt the music of previous generations: 

I came across a quote from Peter Buck that completely turned around my way of thinking about rock: "I guarantee that I have more records from 1983 in my collection than any other year.”

Rave on Pete Buck! And welcome back Gina Arnold!

Well She Sure Looks Like She’s Blasting Something

Welcome to Today’s Episode of “Thanks for letting me know you’re fucking gross”

I'll Say This

It just occurred to me that The Ramones' debut album came out on the same date that Shakespeare died...hmmm...🤔 - XMASTIME

I'm officially getting annoyed at the lack of buzz I've heard out on the streets about April 23 being the 50th anniversary of the release of one of the most influential albums of all time; if there is no further progress by this time next week then I am required to inform you that I will probably lay down one of my patented "grrrr"s. You are warned.

 

State du Moi

I do a lot of walking around my block at night & there's just something about having a Panera Sip Club cup in my hand that makes me feel completely non-threatening to anyone else walking around, which is nice.

 

Guitar Players Amirite

Any time I hear an interview with a lead guitar player they always say the same thing when asked how they come up with their parts, “you know, I just always wanted to be respectful of the song and find a place I could help move it along, whatever that may be for that particular song”; just once I’d like to hear them be honest, “I never gave a fuck what the song was, I just waited for my part and wailed away like a fucking asshole until someone said stop”.

Oh FFS du Jour

Ah yes, the ol’ “we started a war to distract you from the Epstein Files but of course we fucked that up all to hell so now we’re going to use the Epstein Files to distract you from the Iran War” razzle-dazzle; who amongst us hasn’t been there?

Xmastime So Sayeth, So Sayeth Xmastime

At the end of my life I will consider it to have been a failure because I won’t have any money, but if you die clutching your billions of dollars with clenched fists then I’ll consider your life to be a failure as well.

Current Events

It's ironic that because of their pathetic daddy issues Republicans are so desperate for Trump to be their daddy when what they've gotten is a fucking toddler.

EDDIE & THE CRUISERS Questions

If Eddie died on March 16, 1964 wouldn't it stand to reason he saw The Beatles playing on Ed Sullivan & it drove him to insanity over a coupla weeks before saying "fuck this I'm out" and so his death WAS a suicide? Of course we know what really happens, but how was this never brought up as a plausible scenario? It fits Eddie's manic personality, gives the whole Rimbaud Season in Hell thing a real payoff and the writers could tie it into some "Brian Wilson heard Rubber Soul and lost his goddam mind" theme to lend the movie more music credibility.