Normally, a day off work would mean an opportunity to work up a longer and more substanital post, but since this particular day was spent shoveling a couple cubic tons of heavy wet snow, I'm going to take easy way out.
Here's a little gem culled from the "Chatter" column of the November 22, 1982 issue of People magazine (cover story: "Mick and Jerry Split"; the mag's previous owner drew a mustache on Ms. Hall, along with an "I love fat old millionaires" heart tattoo on her arm.)
As a bit of dated celebrity gossip, it's amusing in it's own right. More importantly, it also serves as an appropriately depressing and absurd obituary for the last moribund vestiges of the 60's counter-culture.
You say you want a revolution? Sorry, chum, I'm too busy practicing my backhand swing and moaning about the generation gap. Besides, my portfolio of assets isn't going to manage itself.
The Clash - Death or Glory (from London Calling, 1979) - I struck my bargain with the world for a complete collection of Animotion 45's. I don't want to boast or anything, but it's easy to see who got the better end of that deal.
The Dishrags - Sold Out (from Love/Hate, 1997) - Femvox punk from the early Vancouver scene. Joe Strummer liked them. I do, too.
Monday, January 14, 2008
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Same pained arm, yet we down in the Cape-Camelot of Massachusetts only had a mere slurry of precipitation. However, seeing the term "...Carlos Santana, 35..." is still smarting.
"35"
Hurts, don't it? Here I am, on the cusp of turning 36 and wondering where's my proverbial "Black Magic Woman" or "Evil Ways."
I don't know what it is about this place. Our "mountain" (HAHA, silly pilgrims) is only 100-200 feet above the surrounding neighborhoods, and yet the snowfall totals are always higher up here.
Wow-- I don't imagine that at 4-0 (2 short years away) I will be worrying about any counter culture fad for my kids.
Though if my kid was a teenager now and had one of those stupid assymetrical hair cuts I might voice my opinion on a daily basis. I would hope that my kid has balls enough to tell me that he is "true til death" or "DFL - down for life". I would know "ddep down" that he would get a better haircut even if he still liked the music.
My brother's favorite lyric in all the world is "He who fucks nuns will later join the church." God, that is one bitter-ass song.
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