I’ve been listening to a lot of power pop over the past few days (even though I’ve been in a Morrissey state of mind), and I’d like to tell you about a couple of recent discoveries in that vein. Stuff I should’ve known about, but didn’t…
The first is an album by a supergroup-of-sorts, released under the name Tinted Windows. It’s Adam Schlesinger from Fountains of Wayne, James Iha from Smashing Pumpkins, Bun E. Carlos(!) on drums, and the lead singer of Hanson(!?) on vocals.
I wasn’t completely oblivious of this record, but never got around to buying it, then forgot. But something reminded me a few days ago, and I downloaded it through eMusic. And man, it’s great stuff. Schlesinger wrote most of the songs, and they’re catchy and fun, as is the tradition.
Here’s a good description of the album, and I recommend it. That Hanson dude fits right in.
The second power pop discovery of the week is a solo album released by Mitch Easter, back in 2007. I didn’t even know about this record, and should’ve. I’m a longtime fan of Easter’s old band, Let’s Active, and this thing is right up my alley.
Let’s Active were around during the ’80s, and released one EP and three full-length albums. I still listen to all those records, and love ’em. Big hooks, jangly guitars, Easter’s distinctive vocals… It’s comfort food from a fun part of my life.
The name Let’s Active, as I understand it, came from the translation of a band member’s t-shirt, with Japanese writing on the front. Remember that unfortunate fad? One of the guys (or gal), possibly Easter himself, had a shirt translated, and it said “let’s active.” And that became the name of the band.
When I lived in North Carolina, Mitch Easter was rock royalty. He was REM’s original producer, and Let’s Active were beloved local heroes. At the first Replacements show I attended, in Raleigh, he came into the club with a Prince-like entourage, and an honest-to-goodness murmur went through the crowd: “Mitch Easter is here…”
But I didn’t know he’d recently released a solo album. When I found out, I was all over it, and it’s damned good. There are no female backing vocals, but other than that… it sounds like a long-lost Let’s Active record. I can’t believe my good fortune.
Here’s the AllMusic review of it. I recommend it to aging hipsters everywhere.
It’s straight-up autumn today, here in the Upper Perogie Belt, and that puts me in a good mood. It’s gray, overcast, rainy, and cool. Perfect! I’ve said it many times before, but here is the way I rank the seasons: Fall, Spring, Winter, Summer. That’s favorite to least-favorite. So, the sudden shift from Summer to Fall is a freaking best case scenario, when it comes to weather. I’m basking in the gloom.
And speaking of ranking ridiculous shit, I was thinking about “reviewing” the days of the week today. I was going to write a paragraph about each day, and assign it a letter grade. But then I remembered… a lot of people don’t work normal hours anymore (it’s a 24-hour world!), and that screws it all up.
There are so many different situations now, and fewer and fewer folks working traditional hours. My Monday in no way corresponds with many peoples’ Monday, for instance, so I decided to just scrap the idea.
But I will say this: the day BEFORE a “weekend” begins, is almost as good as the weekend itself. Back when I was among the living, I absolutely loved Fridays. I still had to go to the office, and put up with assholes and feet-shufflers, etc., but a world of possibilities was on the horizon. The anticipation of freedom is almost as sweet as freedom itself.
So, in my current life, Wednesday is a great day. By that point I’m tired and burned out, but it’s the last day of the week. And, even though I have to work, I’d give it a solid B+.
In contrast, Saturday mornings were always good, but by Saturday afternoon I often felt like I wasn’t taking full advantage of the situation. Then I’d start beating myself up about it. Know what I mean? It’s almost like the anticipation day is better than the day I was anticipating. Neurosis is a terrible thing…
I’ve never been a fan of Sundays. Even when I was a kid, I didn’t like that sloth-like day. Everybody’s lying around in chairs, there’s nothing good on TV, nobody’s out doing anything… It’s boring as hell. A dark cloud hangs over Sundays, and not the good kind of fall-like dark cloud, either.
Back in olden times, when I was in my twenties and earlier, most businesses weren’t even allowed to open on Sundays, until one o’clock in the afternoon. This was called a blue law, for some reason, and had something to do with giving cashiers and workers an opportunity to attend church.
When I lived in Greensboro, I’d wake up on Sunday mornings severely hungover, in need of some food and/or soda. There was never anything worth eating inside the shithole I called home, and I’d have to wait until 1 in the afternoon before I could find sweet relief at a 7-11 or a Wendy’s, or whatever. It was hell, I tell ya.
You couldn’t do any outside work either, or society would look down its nose at you. When I was a kid NOBODY mowed their lawns on Sunday. It simply wasn’t done. My parents aren’t religious, but they adhered to the unwritten rules, and all the mowing and weed-whacking and car-washing needed to be completed by Saturday evening.
Even as recently as the last ten years, and far away from the Southeast, I had a woman stop her car on a Sunday while I was mowing. She began signaling that she wanted to tell me something, so I turned off the mower. “I’ll say a prayer for you this morning in church,” she said, with much sarcasm and distaste. I’d never seen this person before in my life. WTF? Mind your own business, bitch.
That’s what I should’ve said, but I think I just mumbled, “Yeah, thanks.”
So, what are your thoughts on the best days of the week, and the worst? I’m talking about a normal, average work week. How would you review the days? Please use the comments link below.
And this isn’t the greatest update in the world, but it was fun to write. It’s kinda Surf Report retro, I think, and I enjoyed it. I need to get back to my schizophrenic fukkit roots.
Have a great weekend, boys and girls.
I’ll see you again soon.
Now playing in the bunker
Buy Jeff a beer, he requires a beer.
http://www2.journalnow.com/news/2011/aug/12/wsmain01-musicians-unite-to-help-easter-find-stole-ar-1291752/
In case you didn’t know…
Wow, Mitch is lookin’ old. (But then again, I guess we all are, when compared to how we looked in our heydays 20 years ago.)
My brother’s bass was one of the stolen guitars. It was recovered, along with one of Mitch’s guitars that he had since he was a kid. The rest are probably at the bottom of a lake by now. It’s a damn shame.
“Mind your own business, bitch”. Seriously!!! I bet she’s the type of “christian” that drowns kittens.
Agreed. The whole “I’m Christian, you’re not” thing gives me the heaves. These are SUPPOSED to be “Lovng people”, yet they are so busy judging people and looking down their noses at everyone who is not Just Like Them. Someone needs to thump these folks with their own bibles…
Seriously! Don’t get me started – what the fuck is the matter with these people? Weren’t they LISTENING in Sunday school? I’m not religious, but I do know this one: “Let him who is without sin cast the first stone”.
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Yeah…we always went by, “Let he who is not stoned cast a…no, it was, “Sin a a caster, throwning…no…uhhh…”Cast stones on a sinner and …no, wait…uhhh….”Get a sinner stoned and call his Mom and…..awww crap. I forget how it went.
I believe it was, “let a caster of plaster upon a stone hard master look upon…” FUCK that’s also not right, OK “A sinner’s stones on blaster asses of light shone…” no… damn I feel as if… wait.. “A mother stoned hath cast her math upon scones and what what …” Maybe I’m not the right guy to comment. As usual.
Meanwhile, howabouts Dr. Oz and his comments bout arsenic in apple juice. Calling out Mott’s.
I believe the Mott family has been outed much earlier here on this forum…
somebody hep me. Mott’s…
So the story goes that Jesus is walking with his deciples and comes across the stoning of a woman. They are about to begin when Jesus stops them by saying “let he without sin cast the first stone”…
With realization they drop their stones and their heads in shame for HE has spoken the truth. A woman picks up one of the stones and heads towards the woman that was to be punished. She winds up and hits the woman with a high hard fastball.
Jesus walks over shaking HIS head and says….”Sometimes you really do piss me off, Mom”
OK, I bet you are the type of “liberal” that supports killing babies… there are good and bad on both sides people, lighten up
Well, they are good eatin’.
Marinated for a few hours. Baby back ribs mmmmmmm.
GET IT MY BELL-AAYYY
The black ones taste like chicken; the white ones taste like misogyny.
And after a yellow one you’ll want another one in an hour?
Be careful.
I read somewhere that the yellow babies are often made of kittens.
Waters Part is one of my favorite songs EVER. I got teary-eyed seeing the cover of Cypress just now. I emailed Mitch Easter about 12 years ago and he actually wrote me back with the LYRICS to Waters Part. Nice guy. Rock royalty in Raleigh that should extend to every other place in America.
Let’s Active fan here. Met Mitch a couple of times back in the day — a real nice fellow.
I think the origin of the band’s name is slightly different from how you described it, Jeff. If I remember correctly, back in the ’80s in Japan there would be T-shirts sold with any random American / English phrase, and the Japanese kids wearing them would have no idea what they said — they would buy them simply because they had English (American) words on them, and so they assumed they were “cool” in some way. Well, one of these Japanese T-shirt’s random phrases was “Let’s Active.” I don’t know if a band member was visiting Japan, or if friend of the band brought the shirt home from a visit abroad, but I think that’s the gist of the story.
I hate people that mow on sundays. you have six other days to do it, and I don’t want to listen to your noise maker on a nice quiet day.
it’s still a law in Indiana that you can’t sell cars or sell alcohol on sunday. weird seeing people at car dealers on sunday here in NC. you can’t hunt on sundays here though.
Fuck, I just hit the back button accidentally lost my comment, oh well to summarize…music good blah, blah, blah…weekends good, blah, blah…sunday funday blah, blah…Monday’s suck.
Great.
You just stole my entire comment.
I gotta admit, I do like the lack of lawn mowers and those god damn leaf blowers on Sundays.
Alex.
Mowing on Sunday?! Blasphemy! Evildoers!
Everyone knows you’re only supposed to wear tight woolen clothes and sit in a uncomfortable, straight back chair, quietly reading the Bible from sunrise to sunset. Anything more and it’s express elevator to hell for you, Mister. Praise the Lord and pass the collection plate, ’cause Jesus needs his 10% right now!
I’m glad I quit being Baptist. Too many rules.
Thursday is good. Payday. Well, at least every other Thursday is good.
Back in college, any day that ended in a ‘y’ was cheap beer night, so those were good.
Speaking of f-d up ‘blue’ laws, Texas and alcohol. ‘Nuf said.
I don’t like Mondays
I’m gonna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot the whole day down.
Damn. I had to sing the song out loud to make sure you spelled shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot right.
My wife just Facebooked how much she loves me.
Should I worry?
Don’t worry, we just finished up.
😀
WHERE IS MY BOOK? lol. well . yeah i want it!!!
Jesus built my hot rod….on a Sunday.
I got plenty of other things to go to hell over, including the simple fact that I don’t know who Mitch Easter is, despite the fact that Murmur is my favorite R.E.M. album. Another case of me not paying attention.
If you tried to work up an interest in sports, Jeff, you’d find plenty to watch on Sundays. Just sayin’.
Too many facts in that there fact. We need an edit button. Hell, my life needs an edit button.
With the late night hours JK keeps, he could develop an interest in white guys boxing. Or camel wrestling.
I could get into camel wrestling.
I have a snake that is into camel toe wrestling.
Pictures, or it didn’t happen. 😉
Speaking of new albums, Primus just released one that my husband got in the mail yesterday. He reports that it’s good. Primus is one of those bands that you know aren’t going to deviate significantly from their core sound. Unlike Goldfrapp, which has kept me guessing.
I will be seeing them Oct 21st. Is the album worthy?
My husband thinks so. He’s considering going to their upcoming Pittsburgh show.
P.S. On the album Les uses a banjo-bass hybrid he calls “The Banji”.
P.P.S. My husband informs me that there are videos on YouTube of Primus performing new material. So you can check that out for a preview.
Worst day? Tuesday’s. WTF is with Tuesdays? Does anything even happen on Tuesdays besides work? All the shit you were too tired to do on Monday, hits you like a ton of bricks when you realize You do Actually have to get something done that week. Tuesdays really have nothing going for them. People even frown upon drinking on Tuesdays(for example: “dude are you an alcoholic, it’s only Tuesday”).
Yes, religious hypocrites are everywhere these days. I don’t pay ’em any heed. Just lay that quote on ’em about ‘not everyone who says Lord, Lord,’ etc. It is a shame that agnostics & non-believers are so hated. I suppose they are seen as a threat. If so, that calls into question the strength of faith of the believer. (Thank you, Captain Obvious.)
Shifting gears, the new issue of The Atlantic magazine has an article by some ‘critic’ railing against the continuing popularity of older music (60’s & 70’s) at the expense of newer music.
Well, there’s a very good reason for that, folks, and Jeff, I’m thinking you’re gonna disagree with me…
For the most part, today’s music SUCKS with a large sucking noise. Rap, hip-hop, ‘alternative’ (whatever that is) – with very few exceptions there is no real quality or musicianship. Speed, noise and obscure or offensive and childish lyrics – just a big steaming pile of nothing. It’s no accident that many young folks are re-discovering CCR, The Stones, Pink Floyd and other artists from the past. Ultimately, the marketplace will separate the sh*t from the shinola.
True about the sucking. But let’s not forget that most music of the 60s (and all other eras) also sucked; it’s just that the sucky songs/bands are mostly forgotten today. Sturgeon’s Law applies, as always.
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Unk, Chill…
Two comments full of wisdom and whimsy. I tip my hat.
jtb
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I thought I was full of whimsy, but it turned out to be the asparagus I ate last night.
From the new-old music category: I heard a song by Crosby & Nash on Sirius Deep Tracks yesterday, went to buy it on iTunes, and found out that it’s free. “Don’t Dig Here”–a commentary on the Yucca Mountain nuclear waste repository. Apparently the song was inspired by a contest or somesuch that they (the generic “they”, meaning “the evil corporation and/or government”) were having to come up with verbiage for a plaque at the site that would last 30,000 years). A bit of whimsey.
one of the cats killed a mouse in the house tonight.
We must have just missed it, I scooped the guy up and there was a little bit of mouse pee on the floor.
I laughed my ass off. It’s the first mouse we’ve seen and the cats are clearly on top of it. I thought about tacking the guy to the back door as a warning.
Days of the week:
Saturday
Thursday
Friday
Monday
Tuesday
Sunday
Wednesday
And the name of my gang of villians: Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday….
I’ve always liked Thursdays for some reason. Seems like the end of the week because the next day is Fuckin’Friday, the traditional start of the weekend, which then in turn makes Thursday seem like a Friday. So there’s actually only three days to a true week. And Mondays suck so that one doesn’t really count. And on Tuesdays you always keep asking people, “Is this Wednesday?”, so basically a week only has two Wednesdays we need to deal with…and that’s it.
But for some reason I now have a divine insperation to mow church lawns on Sunday mornings. Free of charge of course.
Thursday counts as Friday Eve. Even if you stay up too late, or drink too much, you only have to get through one more day till the weekend.
Yes, YES Linda…I’ve always called Thursday, Friday Eve and…AND…. have always said Friday is one of my favorite ‘F’ words. Along with ‘Free’ and ‘Finished’. Ya know…just to take the edge off in case they think I was gonna say ‘fuck’, (although they thought of it I’m sure), which is a great word but ‘free’ and ‘finished’ are pretty cool.
I have information that Wednesday’s child is full of woes and Thursday’s child has extra toes, but I might have part of that wrong. I’ll do some additional research and get back to you.
jtb
Working seven days a week, every day sucks equally. Hide the cyanide capsules, I’m getting itchy.
There still are blue laws in some places.
It’s only fairly recently that we’ve been able to buy beer on Sundays in Pennsylvania. Apparently religious conservatives didn’t want drunk people turning up at church, therefore I, who wasn’t going to church anyway, should be prevented from buying beer on Sundays. WTF for some many reasons!
….and in PA…most bars that are open at 7AM and start serving then. And on Sundays liquor cannot be served until 11AM. At least that’s the story at the bar we frequent for breakfast. Tried to order a bloody mary or screw driver with our eggs and had to wait til after 11AM.
That’s ridiculous!
I say we fight fire with fire. A Pennsylvania ballot initiative mandating that everyone attending church must do so in a sparkly thong and stripper heels. No new wardrobe purchases required for most priests, I’m sure.
Meddle with my stuff and I’ll meddle with yours!
Leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone.
Me and wife to be were playing the Marriott in Harrisburg (no morning libations) so we’d take Vodka minitures to breakfast and always order a large tomato juice and ask for some tobasco and whorstshier sauce for our hash browns. The waitress outed us half way through the second week when my wife to be fucked up and asked for some lime juice.
ok, question for the group: Have you ever dreamed about the WVSR?
Dream last night: I was on the WVSR Tour Bus (don’t think it was the short version). Over speakers on the bus somebody was reading excerpts from Jeff’s writings and comments from the group. For some reason I sat between 2 guys that lit up joints while the drinkers were in the back. A good time was had by all with a nice meal set up by Jeff at the end of the tour. What it was a tour of I don’t remember, possibly because of the sharing nature of the guys I sat with.
Thanks for invading my sleep!
I was in the back, near the keg.
Hey Jeff, check out the ‘Lowest of the Low’ cd Shakespere my butt’ Great Canadian pop band. I just re-discovered this (had it on cassette), good fun, good songs…
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My favorite part of coming home from the bars at an absurd 8-10am on Sunday is seeing all the church folks in their Easter hats and patent-leather shoes look at me like Beezelbub just used the crosswalk.
I rate the days of the week according to work.
Mondays completely blow because after the weekend, it’s back to work seeing 50+ patients all day long. And some of these people are the most irritating assholes you have ever met. My favorite day is Friday because it’s probably the most relaxed I am all week. Sunday nights my stomach starts knotting up because of what lies ahead at work. I hate my job..can you tell?
I remember, back in the day, I wasn’t allowed to do anything outside, on Sunday’s, that would disturb our neighbors. Remember those old metal skates….you know..the one’s that required a key to tighten? Wotta racket they use to make! My mom caught me rollerskating up and down the road…on a Sunday. AND we lived across the street from a church. She about shit a cow. I know her screaming at me to “get in this house” was louder than the roar of the skates. Mom screamed in sterio.
We can all breathe a little easier, the Gumby bandit has turned himself in!
http://news.blogs.cnn.com/2011/09/14/police-alleged-gumby-bandit-turns-self-in/
I despise Sunday evenings. All of a sudden, that “Oh shit! Gotta go to work tomorrow” feeling invades the rest of the night. This started in highschool – which I HATED – and even now I still get that same dreaded feeling around 5:00 PM.
Wednesdays, for some inexplicable reason, always seems to be a traffic-free day – I can sail to the office in about 20 minutes. This euphoria is heightened by the fact it’s my office mate’s Work From Home day so it’s blissfully quiet and crumb free. (she’s a goddamn SLOB).
Same thing here about Sunday evenings. Even though I’m self employed and work from home, that feeling still comes like a death sentence. After that, I’m cool for the rest of the week.
Man, I love Let’s Active. Used to see them all the time in Raleigh at the Culture Club. Big crush on Sara Romwebber. That was a great time/place in music.
Let’s Active
R.E.M.
Love Tractor
Pylon
The dB’s – the greatest band to never make it big.
The Connells
Tommy Keene
etc.
I even had the original Sneakers album (45?) with the big VU meter on the cover. Mitch Easter with some guys from the dB’s. Good stuff.
She doesn’t have to have her dB’s record back. There’s not a lot that she’ll take back.
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I recognize the They Might Be Giants song you quoted there. So I’m not totally square now.
Weird in a Twilight Zone sorta way…but I’m in Nome, Alaska and I used to work with Chis Stamey’s cousin Terry until he retired a few years ago. I occasionally play a couple of the dB’s tunes on my Monday night radio show.
Not anywhere near on topic but I think you’ll agree this dude is funny…
http://www.700wlw.com/cc-common/news/sections/newsarticle.html?feed=104668&article=9120928
Reality hits you hard, bro. It sure does, my toked up little friend, it sure does
thanks, WB. Fortunately, his White Russian remained unspilled. This was clearly, as dear George Carlin would have said, a freak accident.
jtb
Did anyone see Sunny or Archer last night. Hilarious.
It’s raining like a son of a bitch here in OKC which is awesome.
It’s raining like a son of a bitch on the front seat of my car which is not so awesome.
Saw both. Archer is my favorite human being, Non-Family- Fictional and/or Non-Fictional category.
He’s something of a role model.
Jon Benjamin is very funny and dammit he’s NOT THE SAME PERSON AS ARCHER.
Had a tornado over in Ocean City yesterday.
That was weird.
I love archer because he’s an idiot and a genius at the same time.
Exactly. Like I said, role model.
Unfortunately I fear I may be much closer to one than the other.
fryguy…
Life begins at 30.
Love,
johnthebasket
Shit. I was hoping it begins at 60. Now what am I going to look forward to?
A ten percent discount at Denny’s and a limp johnson. I know it’s not much, but it beats the obit page.
jtb
Great, I can hardly wait. But doesn’t life actually begin at (whatever decade-marker is next for you)? That would be 60, for me.
I don’t like Denny’s very much.
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Chill…
I didn’t mean to imply that Denny’s has great food. I’m just sayin’ that spitting up bad hashbrowns is better than spitting up dirt. Better, also, than a limp johnson for that matter.
jtb
jtb,
Whenever anyone says “johnson” with that meaning, all I can think of is “my only hope is that the big Lebowski kills me before the Germans cut my dick off”. I guess limp is better than nonexistent.
Of course, Denny’s really isn’t all that bad, and everything beats the Dirt Shirt. And those of us on the verge of white-belt-wearing geezerdom can also look forward to any number of early-bird specials at the likes of Golden Corral, Perkins et al. Woo hoo.
Where’s my Buick? You goddamn kids, get off my lawn!
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There’s a brothel out there just this side of Beatty, Nevada on 95 that I tried to talk into having an early-bird special but they said they didn’t want to build a handicap ramp. They did say they were in negotiations with AARP trying to work out some kind of discount.
Wow, dto, I thought I had you busted right there. But you were obviously talking about US 95, not I-95.
I have an AARP card of sorts – it’s a badge to allow me to walk into the HQ building at 6th and E NW in Wash. DC, but not a membershit card.
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Yesser…it’s a fact that place is there. Annie’s I recall. Red flashing light and all. I would drive that road linking LV and Reno quite often and the voices over the CB of Annie’s sirens called you closer, regardless of which direction your sails were set.
chill, you outdo me…all I got is the top secret code to open the front door to a podunk weather station in Alaska. However…in just 48 days, I will reach “geezer” status and be able to take advantage of a 10% discount at the local grocery store on Wednesday! Ahhh, life is good! …just wish we had busses in Nome, Alaska so I could throw myself under the wheels! 😉
I’m in a mood. We’ve been waiting for over a week for results from my husband’s PSA results. Hoping like crazy that his two month’s of radiation treatment @ Johns Hopkins WORKED! I know the doc is busy, but everybody is busy. This just happens to be a major big fucking deal to us.
ok, that’s out there.
and while I have you, am I too much of a hardass to think its stupid for people to talk to dead people on FB? “miss you. love you. i know you’re looking down on us…” Do they think people are checking their status? do they get pissed off everytime FB changes their setup like the rest of us?
now I’m going to watch last night’s dvr’ed Sunny.
I think Facebook is in a race with George Lucas to see how much each can run a good thing right into the ground with constant changes.
Hope the news came and it was good. I hate waiting for medical results.
Best wishes for your husband, Alice. I just changed doctors because the original one, while competent, was just not big on communication. The old doc gave me a few pills, the new doc had me prodded, probed, and had a foot long needle shoved through my rib cage yesterday morning! …and 23 hours later, I’m back at work!
I must admit…when I read, “Power Pop Discoveries”, I thought the update was going to be about spots drinks. I had no idea ‘Power Pop’ is a ‘gerne’ (thankyouverymuch) of music these days.
Saturday at Noon (Eastern) WVU gets its ass handed to it by Maryland.
Say it ain’t so, but unless Dana’s got something up his sleeve, I’ll have to agree. At least, I won’t have to watch the mayhem, since it’s on channel 503 (ESPNU), and I don’t have it. We’ll be listening to this bloodletting on the radio.
Yeh it won’t be pretty I fear. Better to not watch.
I’m hoping we haven’t seen all Dana’s got, yet. If I were he, I wouldn’t let Maryland and LSU see everything in my arsenal during the first two games.
Football Frenzy: Williamstown and Catholic won, PHS and South lost. Our single A teams won, and our triple A teams lost. Woe is me. And Belpre took a beating.
Belpre has been taking a beating for several years.
Yep. YEP!
Go Terps FUCK yeah… YEAHHHHH!!!!!
too loud?
go terps
Terps still wearing the state flag as a uniform?
Not today.
But they are currently wearing West Virginia.
As in, West Virginia is all over their asses.
Not looking good for the Terps.
never surrender blah blah blah
ugh
“Never surrender”…yeah the Terps probably could have done better with Corey Hart as their QB, lol!
Rough weekend on the sports scene for me as well, HS, College, NFL, all three lost this weekend and to add insult to injury the Reds got swept by the Brewers.
There is always next weekend. (Hopefully)
Yea, dammitt!
WVU game is a surprise…so far.
Re: Sunday drinkin’ vs prayin’
It coulda been Jesus, but it was just a guy who looked like him who said
“The laws must change someday,
But it’s goin’ to take some time.”
jtb
Here’s a slightly abbreviated version of The Laws Must Change from 1970. I reference it because of the quality of the video and the sound, although it is a rather stoic performance. Mr. Mayall is a fuckin’ genius and a nice man. He’s still touring at 79.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UzmqxTBaNyI
jtb
Roxanne will always be my friend.
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Gretchen…
Just curious. Does your mother know you listen to and enjoy the debil’s music? Heaven only knows what it’s done to your respect of authority. Jebus wept.
warm wishes…
jtb
She’s been briefed.
Jeff…
This was a really good update — one of the best in the last couple months. Thanks for writing about music; every time you do, the writing is more alive and filled with possibilities. And I always learn something new.
thanks….jtb
“That Hanson dude fits right in.” – Jeff Kay, 2011
Ladies and gentlemen: Jeff Kay has officially jumped the shark.
Let’s see. I was in Bluefield, WV for a Coal Show on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday for work. Have not traveled that area for 20 years. All the women’s asses are 3 feet wide and I did not encounter one male with minimum three or more of the following:
Multiple tattoos.
No teeth.
One or two front teeth missing.
Rotten teeth.
Junky pick-up truck, rusted out, with lift kit.
Scraggly beard.
Really fat wife.
Blue jeans or Dickeys with grease all over them.
Dumb as a bag of hammers, with the inclination to tell you their life story.
Pony tail.
They all shot an 8 point buck from 1,000 yards away last season.
If God decides to give planet earth an enema, he will stick it is Bluefield, WVa.
Good News: My dad, who has been in the hospital for 82 days and went home to good old Wellsburg, WV on Friday. I spent all day Saturday and most of today with him today.. In July, the doctors told us he would not last one week. We were granted a miracle.
Congratulations on your Dad! I love to hear good news like that!
Good news about your Dad!
Yeh, when I was traveling all over WV for work I encountered the dreaded big-ass, rotten teeth and damn near illiterate syndromes on a regular basis. Come on, folks. It’s the 21st century. We don’t have much time left. But, I am sure this is not just a WV problem. You see it everywhere.