EDIT: She doesn’t let you link to media files. So, if you want to see her stuff, you have to go to http://www.aprilwinchell.com first. Whatever. She should at least have permalinks to the articles so you don’t have to link to her home page each time like it was 1998 all over again.

The lovely and talented April Winchell presents us with two musical finds:

1. Goose Rock

2. Jesus Loves Me as done by.. um..

EDIT: She doesn’t let you link to media files. So, if you want to see her stuff, you have to go to http://www.aprilwinchell.com first. Whatever. She should at least have permalinks to the articles so you don’t have to link to her home page each time like it was 1998 all over again.

http://www.cpajohn.com/dfv/download_the_mp3.htm

Whatever with his politics. The music. SURFACE. TO AIR. MISSILE.

On their way.

Love Without Hope

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire’s own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.

–Robert Graves

Everyone is in love with the wrong person lately. It’s a Situation Tragedy, in which the same people end up dead on the floor at the end of each episode, stiffening and cooling as the laugh track roars on and on.

I remember experiments done with baby primates who had been separated from their mothers. They were given wire frame mothers to hug. The little primates preferred the wire frame mothers that had terry cloth on them so they were a bit softer. I think I’m going to go to the Sav-On and see if they have any of those.

Preferably with the cloth, you know, but one can’t be so picky these days.

We’re an unhappy bunch a lot of the time, but I wouldn’t trade these friends for any others. We fall in and out of love with each other, or crash our cars into each other, or accidentally eat each others’ lunches, but we can still talk about it reasonably most of the time and get somewhere that we can all live.

I want to freeze this moment and work on it, fix it, make things better, but all the time I’m trying to figure things out I’m getting older and my life is oozing away.

bruisedhips wandered away from an IM conversation earlier and I punished the poor woman with REO Speedwagon lyrics.

This got me to thinking about three letter bands from the 70s, and how much they sucked. It seemed to be a thing with bad pop bands and dinosaur rock guys to give themselves 3 letter abbreviations. Here’s a list:

ELO
BTO
MSG (Michael Schenker Group, augh)

Any others? REM was later, and didn’t suck until the 90s. I remember at once point in the 80s the Little River Band (augh) tried to cut their hair short and look vaguely New and called themselves “LRB” for one album. We all laughed really hard at that. I know some people called Blue Oyster Cult “BOC” but I don’t think they ever put that on their albums or anything like that.

I’m dropping the 3 letter thing in my continuing torment of my unfortunate friend. I think she’s getting Supertramp next, and then maybe some.. aww crap, she signed off.

I’d like to show this to all those gun nut/militia types who want an assault rifle to protect them from “The Government”.

This is what it looks like when “The Government” comes to get you. Your camouflage hat and tricked-out AK will not help you.

my map

YOUR DREAM JOB/REALITY TV OPPORTUNITY IS AVAILABLE.

Never again regret that missed opportunity to star on “Saved by the Bell”. Just get your party on and walk onto that stage like you own it. They’ll know a party animal when they see one.

Blame stimps