Take the tow truck from my hair...
The most exciting thing that happened to me today was completely vicarious, not at all first-hand. My friend Heather, who works in the same building as the La Madeleine on Lemmon, sent this in right before lunchtime:
Kris Kristofferson parked in the no parking zone outside of La Madeleine (outside our window). His manager's car got towed! He's standing outside our window...
I was touched, but dazzled all the same. Who knows, maybe he'll be inspired enough to write a new song or something. I just can't believe the same man who brought us such classics as "Sunday Morning Coming Down," "Me and Bobby McGee" and "Help Me Make It Through The Night" was in Dallas today, dealing with the pain in the ass of having his car towed. Bummer.
Speaking of bum trips, I can't believe Bush wants Condolizzard Rice to be Secretary of State. Loser, please. Don't get me wrong - I certainly couldn't do that job, but really!!! Christ on a popsicle stick! Supposedly George Tenet's new book trashes her, too, citing her as incompetent. Personally, I think her hairstylist is incompetent. That "Dolly Madison" do has got to go, with the ends of her hair curling out like the old logo on those goddamned Zingers packages. It's been bothering me a lot, ever since I caught myself looking at her on TV last week and muttering, "Fuck you, Dolly Madison, and the snack cake you rode in on."
Seriously, that hair is just hateful, hateful, hateful.
And ... just when we thought it couldn't get any worse than John Ashcroft, along comes Alberto Gonzales, every multiculturalist's dream-turned-worst-nightmare, stepping in to make Ashcroft look like Ted Kennedy. He called the Geneva Convention "quaint." Gee. That inspires confidence.
Just thinking about these people is bringing me down, so I'm going to catch this "Sopranos" re-run. Catch you in a few, Lash La Rue...
I'm in true B-Girl mode tonight...just music-wise, unfortunately:
Barbara Mandrell - The Midnight Oil. Miss Mandrell, if you're nasty! I can't believe this is the same sweet Barbara who sang so sweetly on stage with her sisters Louise and Lurleen or whatever the hell her name was.
Beatles - Think For Yourself. Did George Harrison write this about Pattie Boyd, too?
Beck - Midnite Vultures. From Beck.com B-sides - a rare, website-purchase only.
Bee Gees - Fanny Be Tender With My Love. Don't listen to this song if you're considering an affair.
Billie Jo Spears - Blanket On The Ground. This one, too. I like how Laurie Anderson resurrects it for "Smoke Rings," though. Bless.
Blondie - Accidents Never Happen. Last song, side 1 of "Eat To The Beat." I played the shit out of this LP when I first bought it, in the pre-Christmas winter of my 5th grade year. Man, I used to have the biggest crush on their drummer Clem Burke, too. He had the most phenomenally kick-ass Premier drum sets, and bashed them like a sonofabitch. Sigh.
Blondie - Poet's Problem. A song I'd never heard before buying "The Platinum Collection." Simply beautimous.
Bongwater - Splash 1. Another one of their brilliant 13th Floor Elevators covers, from "Too Much Sleep."
Bonnie Tyler - It's A Heartache. Yeah, laugh all you want. Bust a gut. But long before the days of MTV and that painfully cringe-worthy video for "Total Eclipse of the Heart," this song was a massive crossover smash for this scratchy-voiced, Welsh-bred broad - in both the U.S. country and rock charts. Boo-yah. And she's probably richer than you and I'll ever be...
Brooks and Dunn - My Maria. Danny says that Brooks and Dunn are the Hall and Oates of the country set, and I can totally see this. Yes, I can. I love their cover of this old 70's FM ditty, though. Who the hell did the original?
Buck Owens & The Buckaroos - Buckaroo. Buck Owens = Guitar God.
Buzzcocks - Get On Our Own. I can't say enough about Pete Shelley's songwriting brilliance. So I won't, for now anyway.
Buzzcocks - Fiction Romance. Every teenager should have a Buzzcocks album in their collection, especially for songs like this.
Buzzcocks - Love You More. Oh my. I get all fluttery when I hear this, thinking of my first honest-to-god torrid - and at the time, rather illicit - romance. This was the first song I put on my record player when I came home that afternoon, having skipped school and all.
Can you say jailbait?
Kris Kristofferson parked in the no parking zone outside of La Madeleine (outside our window). His manager's car got towed! He's standing outside our window...
I was touched, but dazzled all the same. Who knows, maybe he'll be inspired enough to write a new song or something. I just can't believe the same man who brought us such classics as "Sunday Morning Coming Down," "Me and Bobby McGee" and "Help Me Make It Through The Night" was in Dallas today, dealing with the pain in the ass of having his car towed. Bummer.
Speaking of bum trips, I can't believe Bush wants Condolizzard Rice to be Secretary of State. Loser, please. Don't get me wrong - I certainly couldn't do that job, but really!!! Christ on a popsicle stick! Supposedly George Tenet's new book trashes her, too, citing her as incompetent. Personally, I think her hairstylist is incompetent. That "Dolly Madison" do has got to go, with the ends of her hair curling out like the old logo on those goddamned Zingers packages. It's been bothering me a lot, ever since I caught myself looking at her on TV last week and muttering, "Fuck you, Dolly Madison, and the snack cake you rode in on."
Seriously, that hair is just hateful, hateful, hateful.
And ... just when we thought it couldn't get any worse than John Ashcroft, along comes Alberto Gonzales, every multiculturalist's dream-turned-worst-nightmare, stepping in to make Ashcroft look like Ted Kennedy. He called the Geneva Convention "quaint." Gee. That inspires confidence.
Just thinking about these people is bringing me down, so I'm going to catch this "Sopranos" re-run. Catch you in a few, Lash La Rue...
I'm in true B-Girl mode tonight...just music-wise, unfortunately:
Barbara Mandrell - The Midnight Oil. Miss Mandrell, if you're nasty! I can't believe this is the same sweet Barbara who sang so sweetly on stage with her sisters Louise and Lurleen or whatever the hell her name was.
Beatles - Think For Yourself. Did George Harrison write this about Pattie Boyd, too?
Beck - Midnite Vultures. From Beck.com B-sides - a rare, website-purchase only.
Bee Gees - Fanny Be Tender With My Love. Don't listen to this song if you're considering an affair.
Billie Jo Spears - Blanket On The Ground. This one, too. I like how Laurie Anderson resurrects it for "Smoke Rings," though. Bless.
Blondie - Accidents Never Happen. Last song, side 1 of "Eat To The Beat." I played the shit out of this LP when I first bought it, in the pre-Christmas winter of my 5th grade year. Man, I used to have the biggest crush on their drummer Clem Burke, too. He had the most phenomenally kick-ass Premier drum sets, and bashed them like a sonofabitch. Sigh.
Blondie - Poet's Problem. A song I'd never heard before buying "The Platinum Collection." Simply beautimous.
Bongwater - Splash 1. Another one of their brilliant 13th Floor Elevators covers, from "Too Much Sleep."
Bonnie Tyler - It's A Heartache. Yeah, laugh all you want. Bust a gut. But long before the days of MTV and that painfully cringe-worthy video for "Total Eclipse of the Heart," this song was a massive crossover smash for this scratchy-voiced, Welsh-bred broad - in both the U.S. country and rock charts. Boo-yah. And she's probably richer than you and I'll ever be...
Brooks and Dunn - My Maria. Danny says that Brooks and Dunn are the Hall and Oates of the country set, and I can totally see this. Yes, I can. I love their cover of this old 70's FM ditty, though. Who the hell did the original?
Buck Owens & The Buckaroos - Buckaroo. Buck Owens = Guitar God.
Buzzcocks - Get On Our Own. I can't say enough about Pete Shelley's songwriting brilliance. So I won't, for now anyway.
Buzzcocks - Fiction Romance. Every teenager should have a Buzzcocks album in their collection, especially for songs like this.
Buzzcocks - Love You More. Oh my. I get all fluttery when I hear this, thinking of my first honest-to-god torrid - and at the time, rather illicit - romance. This was the first song I put on my record player when I came home that afternoon, having skipped school and all.
Can you say jailbait?
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