la musica la musica de Grand Funk

grand funk railroad: good singin’ good playin’

grand funk railroad good singin' good playin' cover jpgRight on both counts, right? Frank Zappa produced little hitless gem of an LP. Honest, unabashed rock and roll – from the jumpin’ can you do it to son don’t let ’em take your gun, the coolest, rockinest song ever sanctioned by the NRA. Stylistically, the record fits tight-glove-like smack-dab in the middle of 1976. Takes me back to my 7 year old brother painting




on to the garage door. (Spelling his. Repainting Dad’s) But this album speaks to me of that era deeply. good singin’ good playin,’ honestly, right?

La Musica La Musica de Los Altered Images

Pinky Blue, See Those Eyes, Forgotten, Little Brown Head, Song Sung Blue…I Could Be Happy. Altered Images: Pinky Blue. One of the eighties, truly eighties, thinking boo tune albums. Monstrously precious and well-timed cuteness. Musically awesome. Martin Rushent producing. I wondered recently if it was the inspiration to Pinky Dinky Doo (?) the cartoon storytelling punkin what with the brother and the time travel or whatever. It’s too precious to be in heavy rotation but recognizably right on! What to do. What to do.

Carrol Matthews

Jim Carroll, poet, tortured artist, pulled off an absolutely kick ass rock album with Catholic Boy. He had a minor hit with People Who Died, great tune within a storehouse of great rock songs. A real glimpse into legitimate tragic greatness. One of the very, very, very few rockers whose lyrics can really be called poetry. He began a poet. I got to see him open for The Boomtown Rats. Brilliant, that.

I was in a poetry class once and everyone in the class had the opportunity to choose a modern poet, get to know him or her, and introduce them to the class in whatever way they wanted. Granted, it was a college class and so many of the youngsters were so very enamored with their rocker-heroes, but god if half didn’t want to choose a freaking musician. There are hoards of extremely talented poets out there but half were just like, “Dylan’s a poet, I mean, his lyrics are like total poetry.” It was tough going, no doubt, for the professor. I would have bitch-slapped them and sent them to the library.

I chose William Matthews. Check him out. Brilliant modern poet, very visual, sets up scenes that you’ll hold in your head for a long time. I should have chosen Jim Carroll just to be an ass.

McChrystal Meltdown

Not sure if it’s really news that a general is unhappy with the White House, but it does say something about the general’s character that he would be vocal, public and disseminate his views through a magazine that thinks Kurt Cobain is, like, still fucking awesome!

The Rolling Stone article, in which General Stanley McChrystal and his staff are disparaging of the President, Vice President and others, is most interesting for how much it reveals the level of dumbass insipidness of those military masterminds. Here’s an excerpt pulled from a CBS news article online:

In the piece, McChrystal and his staff’ openly mock the vice president:

“Are you asking about Vice President Biden?” McChrystal said. “Who’s that?”

“Biden?” said a top aide. “Did you say: Bite Me?”

Ha Ha! Oh, man, you fuckers are hilarious! Only a truly TOP AID could come up with “Did you say: Bite Me?” HA HA! No wonder they’ve risen so high in the military machine!! The writer probably slipped a couple of sweet brownies into the morning buffet to get those cats to be so damn funny.

But just maybe McChrystal wants to be fired, because seriously, who would want the job to win the unwinnable war in Afghanistan? We could bring the entire population of Texas (W along with them) down on Afghanistan and those people would fight until the last Afghani stood (which would probably be after the last Texan did). They’ve cut their teeth on many an army and with the poverty, opium, religion, zealotry, Taliban and terrain, no outside army has a virgin’s chance at a suicide bombers’ convention there.

So really, what is the best thing that could happen to McChrystal right now? He gets the fuck out of Afghanistan and retires to a life of fishing and maybe, just maybe, writing sweet jokes for Jay Leno.

Just Add Punchline

One of Ohio’s best-known landmarks, a six-story-tall statue of Jesus burned to the ground this week after being struck by lightening. Formally titled King of Kings, the 62-foot statue is popularly known as “Touchdown Jesus” because of the figure’s raised arms.It has stood in the front of the evangelical Solid rock Church in Monroe, A Cincinatti suburb, since 2004. …

That is why Muslims don’t allow statues of Allah. Lightening.

Wasted. Time.

While it’s never particularly bothered me I’ve always wondered why I have no interest in video games and frankly very little in any visual media (movies, television and the like). Over the years, I’ve chalked it up to attention deficit disorder, too many books in grad school, too many recreational drugs, too this or too that. I tried again recently – we bought a Wii, which I can tell is really cool – but I realized as I played that I’m unable to suspend disbelief beyond where I feel like I’m just manipulating pixels a little bit. I don’t feel like I’m actually bowling, playing tennis, or whatever else it conjures for me. Sometimes I also feel like the field of vision is too narrow – I’m constantly aware of my peripheral vision and therefore distracted from the game or whatever else the screen features.

It’s not a bad thing, necessarily, not everyone will be turned on and tuned in to the same things. Pity, however, I’ve not taken all that extra time and done anything productive with it – written that novel, learned to really play the guitar or piano, remodeled the attic. Putzing around the house, listening to music, the occasional magazine or book read, doing laundry is about all I have to show for all that extra time. It’s a wash.

we’re the eighty

Quite possibly the greatest misperception in modern America is that the right and left – republicans and democrats – are all that different. There are those – specifically the news media and political parties – who foster that misperception for totally self-centered and self-righteous reasons, whipping us all up into a constant series of whacked-out frenzies. But the truth of the matter is that we, the people, are being played like angry, ignorant puppets by puppeteers (and profiteers) who find it all rather enriching and no doubt funny.

Sit down with any reasonable republican or democrat and talk. You will find that they have almost the exact same ideas, beliefs, experiences and concerns about life, love, family, safety, and so on. Even if you pick a hot button issue – higher taxes, increased military “presence”, abortion – and drill down, you’ll still find 80 percent similarity and 20 percent disagreement.

If the spectrum ranging from raging “fascist” to useless “hippie” were 100 yards long, 80 percent of Americans would live between the 40 yard lines. Yet the media would lead you to believe we’re about ready to go to civil war.

That’s because the loud mouths benefit from our misconstrued anger. What political party in the world can win without demonizing the other? How can any biased news outlet be profitable without creating an army of biased listeners?

Every few years we are whipped up into a frenzy about this or that election and then over the next few years our lives – in terms of how much the elected have affected us – change almost imperceptibly. You can rage at their votes, or comments, posturing or affiliations, but they’ve ultimately (usually) had zero measurable actual impact on you or your family’s lives.

If America as a nation swings left or right, it would be the limp swing of a hammock-ed fat man in a light breeze. Think Mussolini right; Castro left. We’re two same colored, same gendered, same cultured dudes from the same town in the same college fraternity who married sisters. We’ve got issues, but we’re almost exactly the same, and if we ignore them when they don’t matter – despite what the news media and political parties lead us to believe – we’ll live together in mostly perfect harmony.

I got a business. I work with pubs and dems. We’re all the same. So stop bickering. And stop listening to the news media (until it gets crucial and what they say actually matters to you and yours) or political parties (be not a pub or dem, but a voter; be a voter).

If a politician has some lapse that seems immoral, unethical, ugly and horrible, but ultimately affects you and your family not one iota (outside the media “attention” it receives), then let it go. If your favorite radio personality tells you the other guy in the other party on that “other world” – ha ha – is out to destroy you, your family and what you believe in, stop believing. Any decent and brave pub or dem would pull any other dem or pub (respectively) out of their burning Prius or SUV (respectively).

Dumbass republicans. Pussy democrats. Whatever.

We all love our planet, our world, our country, our states, cities, towns and neighborhoods; our family and our kids.

We’re the 80.

Let’s be quiet and proud. Let’s ignore the 20 until they say something important. And they rarely, rarely do.