Hello friends. Today is supposed to be a day off for your corpulent correspondent, but I’ve been summoned to work. I was anticipating low-stress, and everything’s been jerked in the exact opposite direction. I think I might have experienced a bit of whiplash (AKA antici-lash). I don’t feel so great. In any case, I’m going to share with you some of the crazy and interesting stuff I’ve discovered this week while trolling for filth on the internet. Then I’m gonna suit up and fend for my life. OK? OK.
In a recent update I talked about finding evidence of another family who used to live in our house, and asked you guys if you’ve ever returned to one of your former homes. My friend Tim read that update, then saw this article in the Charleston Gazette, one of our hometown newspapers. Kinda cool, I think. I’m considering writing a series of letters to the current residents of every place I’ve lived, like the woman in the article did, and seeing what happens. I could provide some interesting stories for each, no problem. It could be fun, or a giant bust. What do you think? Would you ever consider doing such a thing?
Below is an odd, and ultimately amazing, video captured by a dash camera in Russia. Aaron Starmer retweeted the link, after I posted it on Twitter, with this description: “The music, the tension, the twist at the end. This is great cinema.” Be sure to check it out, it’s only a minute long.
I saw both of these magazine covers recently, on different websites. I knew the universe was telling me something, so I’ve brought them together — finally after all these decades. I’m sorry, I’m getting a little emotional…
Below is a letter to the editor of a British music magazine — Melody Maker — from 1976. As you can see, it was written by Morrissey, then 17 years old. Wonder if he stands by this opinion? Somehow I doubt it. …Bumptious?
And this a short article from the New York Times, in 1924, talking about how prison had “tamed” Adolph Hitler. He’s “no longer to be feared,” they reported, and is expected to retire to Austria. Unfortunately, the media was about as reliable then as it is now, and ol’ Adolph still had a few surprises up his sleeve.
This is supposed to be a newly-discovered anecdote about the day Bob Dylan showed up at a Replacements recording session. However, I heard it many years ago. That “Like a Rolling Pin” recording is horrible, by the way. I think Westerberg was drunk and burned out when it was recorded, and it’s not pretty.
Finally, here’s a story about a drummer dropping dead onstage, mid-song, and his band playing on. Messed up, man. Although I got a morbid chuckle from the top photo, which shows him slumped over his drum kit, amongst a party-like atmosphere.
And I need to go now. I’ll try to post a real update tomorrow — unless somebody has other plans for me. <sigh>
Have a great day, my friends!
Now playing in the bunker
Treat yourself: goatee shaving template!
Most metal disco band ever.
I wonder what Hitler’s opinion of Stevie Nicks’ music would have been…
I once died while rubbing one out, but, I cheated death as the light was drawing nearer. I think the whistle at the start of “Keeping Up With The Kardashians” brought me out of it.
I don’t know much about Morrissey or The Smiths. That sort of music is not my cup of tea. Anyhow – I guess he is or was a big T.Rex fan. That, I can agree with.
God I hate the Smiths
Hi fellow Surf Reporters! I was on vacation and refused to look at any computers, smartphones etc (Which, believe it or not was very easy to do). I did get caught up on all the Surf Reports, though! And Jeff, the Sam’s Club update literally had me in tears from laughing so hard.
Anyway, I am definitely writing to one address where I used to live. I think that is such a fantatsic idea. DO IT JEFF!
And not to sound like a real redneck hick, but after a week of flip flops and slippers, my goddamn feet are killing me being crammed into a pair of pumps.
It’s about time you got back. I was getting a bit concerned when there was no response about a Sam’s Club incident from you! I was looking forward to your response! Welcome back! Hope you had a relaxing vacation…..and yes…shoving your flippers in heels after vacation sucks!
I have to agree with Jeff regarding the Samples Assholes. Once in a blue moon, you’ll have some dickwad who says “I’m a foodie” 72 times in a stunted conversation (as he’s chomping on a Ritz cracker with some olive spread). OR you’ll get the Size 3X, bright fuschia pink spandex living sausage casing chewing and talking at the same time with her tongue going over her brown teeth like a car wash.
Finally someone invented the goatee shaving template. Off to grow some whiskers.
A hairlip just told me I’d better not get caught not wearing shoes. Sound advice I’m sure. I was gonna ask him if just socks would be ok but decided to let it go.
I’m going to write to all sorts of people picked at random out of various phone books and tell them I used to live in their house and ask them if they still hear the story about the kid who used to live here who got caught fucking a loaf of Velveeta and tell ’em it was me.
I love the statement in the drummer article that “He died doing what he loved best,”
I’d rather live doing what I loved second best.
I own several Ramones albums, and zero Morrisey.
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On vacation earlier this year we went past ALL the houses we lived in while in CT. I think it was 5, though possibly more. The kids even went in the last house we built and lived in (their buddy was house-sitting the pets while the owners were on vacation), and reported back that the new owners are slobs. That’s a total shame, because that house is gorgeous and I put a LOT of time and effort into keeping most of the 5000 SF (too much house, I know) in pristine condition. I can understand how Jeff’s Dad feels about people letting ‘his’ place go.
It was a good tour, but one that only needed to be done once.
Holy shit, that dash-cam video is intense!