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On this day in Rock History, Screamin' Jay Hawkins both recorded "I Put A Spell On You" in 1956 and passed away in 2000 at the age of 70...
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No, as soon as I saw the nomination, I thought the same thing. It's like.... whenever you see a top 100 guitarist list you can usually bet the top 1 and 2 spots are occupied by Hendrix or Page. It reminds me of something Penn and Teller (well, Penn. Teller doesn't talk) said. "Candle In The Wind by Sir Elton John is the best selling song of all time. Popular sure don't mean right..."
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Enjoy it, both Marc and Jane. It goes by deceptively fast. I have a hard time looking at the plastic Buzz and Woody dolls in the cardboard boxes downstairs. "Guitar Hero" is ok, but I wouldn't mind Harry Potter and Hungry Hungry Hippos for a while longer.
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He was 3 then, almost 16 now. There are certain photos I am glad to have taken and kept.
Sometimes it goes by too fast and these pictures let me know it wasn't all just some awesome dream.
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Bobby Bare
Numbers
I was sittin' in a Friday's suckin' on a glass of wine
When in walked this chick who almost struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes and her legs were long and fine
On a scale of one to ten, I'd give her a nine.
Now on my scale there ain't no ten's, you know
Nine's just as far as any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me
So for brains and good judgement, I'd give her a three.
I said, "Hey sweet thing, you look like a possible eight
You and me could, uh, make eighteen, if your head's on straight."
She looked up and down my perfect frame
And said these words that burned into my perfect brain.
She said, well, another one of those macho-matician men
Kind who grade all women on scales of one to ten
And, you give me an eight?, well, that's a generous thing to do
Now, let's just see, just how much I give you.
She said "you comin' on to me with that phony numbers jive
Your style makes me smile, I give it a five
When you walked up I noticed that suit of yours
It's last year's double-knit frayed-cuffs, give it a four.
That must be your car parked out on the curb
That sixty-nine homemade convertible, a three and a third
Now, as for your build, I guess your less than five
Except, for your pot belly, I'd give that a ten for size.
That wine you're pourin' might be fine to you
But I'm used to fine champagne, I give it a two
It's hard to tell what your flashin' smile is worth
I give it a six, you could use some dental work.
But, It's your struttin' rooster act that really makes me laugh
It may be a ten to these country hens, but to me a three and a half
And there really ain't much to add once the subtractin's done
Since there ain't no zeroes, I give you a one!."
She walked out, while up and down the line
The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what happened to your nine?
Nine says I, hell soon as she started to talk I knew
She didn't have no class, I barely gave her a two.
Spoken:
Yeah! No matter how good they look at first
There's flaws in all of them
That's why on a scale of ten to one, friend
There ain't no ten.
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Right frigid here too. -20 and supposed to be like that for a while. I put the key in this morning, struggled to turn it, and when the engine turned over it was like.... rrrrr, rrrrr, and then begrudgingly started. Putting the defrost on only throws sparkly bits of ice directly off the windshield and right into your face. I wasn't cut out for this weather.....
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For whatever reason there may be, I've never been exposed to the Jackass type thing much. I understand this is the English version of it. NOT FOR THE FAINTHEARTED, CHILDREN, GRAMMAS, FEMALES, OR PRETTY MUCH ANYONE. After a really tough day, this hit me like a ton of bricks and I'm still wiping my eyes....
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False. Showers under a shower head as big as a dinner plate. You have woke up during the work week, looked at the 6:00 alarm-clock, thought "nope, not today" left a sickly message on the boss's voice mail, burrowed back under the duvet, and slept until noon.
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I remember Lorne Michaels, producer of Saturday Night Live, appealing to the Beatles to re-unite on the show, and offering them three thousand bucks. I tried to find a video clip on youtube but there was none. The funny part was Harrison showing up, and Lorne explaining that no, the three grand was for all four of them and Harrison saying that it was chintzy. Lorne then explained that they could split it any way they liked, if they felt like giving Ringo less, that was fine with him. The whole thing was brilliant.
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Due to my lack of knowledge on the subject, I'll acquiesce. My authority is limited to the ownership of the "Three Tenors" cd, played when I am cooking or on a long car ride to Toronto. As beauty is indeed in the ear of the beholder, I find the guy just as good.... I was cooking for the family once, no one was home yet, and I tried to hit one of the notes. I was reminded of the time I was at an amusement park, loaded a taco chip up with hot sauce and flipped it to a nearby seagull.
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The guy is amazing. As good as/better than Domingo-Carreras-Pavarotti, Bocelli. While I am not a scholar of opera, and other than a few sporadic words I don't understand the language, I like it. I'll expose my ignorance, but when the singer sustains a note and produced that fluid-like waver, it makes me wish I could do that. And this Paul Potts fellow does it beautifully...
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The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand he looked like a drunk old fool
And I knew if I hit him right why I could knock him off of that stool
But everybody they said watch out hey that's Tiger Man McCool
He's had the whole lotta fights and he's always come out winner yeah he's a winner
But I had myself about five too many and I walked up tall and proud
I faced his back and I faced the fact that he had never stooped or bowed
I said "Hey, Tiger Man, you're a pussycat" and a hush fell on the crowd
I said "let's you and me go outside and see who's a winner"
Well he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand then he braced against the wall
He slowly looked up from his beer my God that man was tall
He said "boy I see you're a scrapper so just before you fall..
I'm gonna tell you, just a little, bout what it means to be a winner"
He said "now you see these bright white smilin' teeth, you know they ain't my own.
Mine rolled away like Chicklets down some street in San Antone.
But I left that person, cursin' nursin' seven broken bones..
And he only broke uh, three of mine, that makes me the winner..
He said "now behind this grin I got a steel pin, that holds my jaw in place.
A trophy of my most successful, motorcycle, race.
And each morning when I wake and touch this scar across my face
It reminds me of all I got, by bein' a winner.
Now this broken back was the dyin' act of a handsome Harry Clay!
That sticky Cincinnati night, I stole his wife away.
But that woman she gets uglier, and she gets meaner every day.
But I got her boy that's what makes me a winner?
He said you gotta speak loud when you challenge me son cause it's hard for me to hear.
With this twisted neck and these migraine pains and this big ol', cauliflower ear
And if it wadn't for this glass eye of mine why I'd shed a happy tear!
To think of all that you gonna get by bein' a winner
I got arthritic elbows boy, I got dislocated knees.
From pickin' fights with thunderstorms and chargin', into trees
And my nose been broke so often, I might lose if I sneeze.
And son you say you still wanna be a winner
Now you remind me a lotta my younger days with your knuckles, a clenchin' white.
But boy I'm gonna sit right here and sip this beer all night.
And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain to prove by winnin', some silly fight.
Well okay I quit I lose you're the winner
So I stumbled from that barroom not so tall and not so proud.
And behind me I still hear the hoots of laughter of the crowd
But my eyes still see and my nose still works and my teeth're still in my mouth..
And you know I guess that makes me the winner!
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Ok, that was awesome. Carl has a voice for radio! No lie! Thanks for sharing that. The Silverado crack had me laughing..... And Celine is pissed at you now...
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But, there were people there that were glad to see you! That is a good thing.
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I know a famous guy!
I had a visual of Shawna waiting for the new phone books....
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In the days before Courtney, there were the original Girls Gone Wild....
The Runaways...
I find it easier to provide a link to the band's Wiki page than to cut/paste.
The 'Joan' in the photo is Joan Jett, as many probably knew.... And Lita is Lita Ford. -
This Paul Potts guy makes my eyes well up. I don't know how old this video is, but I am surprised I haven't heard of him aside from this, he's as good as any of the three tenors...
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1- Patti Smith - She broke it all.
I can´t post links now, I´m at work... I´ll try to post them later.
As much as I do truly respect Edders, uh, nope, Patti, when placed next to this psycho broad, didn't even scratch the surface. She made Motley Crue look like schoolboys.
y'all ain't gonna b'lieve this...........
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Marie Laveau
Marie Laveau
Bobby Bare
Down in Lou´siana where the black trees grow
Lives a voodoo lady named Marie Laveaux.
She got a black cat tooth and a mojo bone,
And anyone wouldn´t leave her alone.
She go GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
She live in a swamp in a hollow log
With a one-eyed snake and a three-legged dog.
She got a bent bony body and stringy hair,
And if she ever seen you messin´ round there,
She go GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
And then one night when the moon was black,
Into the swamp came Handsome Jack.
A no-good man like you all know,
And he was lookin´ around for Marie Laveaux .
He said, "Marie Laveau, you lovely witch,
Why don´t you gimme a little charm that´ll make me rich.
Gimme million dollars, and I´ll tell you what I´ll do...
This very night I´m gonna marry you."
It´ll be UMMMMMMMM...
Another man done gone.
So Marie did some magic and she shook a little sand,
Made a million dollars, and she put it in his hand.
Then she looked and she said , "Hey hey,
I´m gettin´ ready for my wedding day."
But ol´ Handsome Jack said "Good-bye Marie.
You too damn ugly for rich man like me."
So Marie started shakin´, her fangs started gnashin´,
Her body started shakin´, and her eyes started flashin´.
She went GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
So if you ever get down where the black tree grow
And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Laveaux,
And if she ever asks you to make her your wife,
Man, you better stay with her for the rest of your life
Or it´ll be GREEEEEEEEEEEE...
Another man done gone.
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Don Henley
Dirty Laundry
I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry
Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I dont have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who
Comes on at five
She can tell you bout the plane crash with a gleam
In her eye
Its interesting when people die-
Give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a
Running bet
Get the widow on the set!
We need dirty laundry
You dont really need to find out whats going on
You dont really want to know just how far its gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre up
Kick em when theyre down
Kick em when theyre stiff
Kick em all around
Dirty little secrets
Dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybodys pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When its said and done we havent told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry!
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Only go here if you want to take a small Mind Vacation
Bora Bora, 2009. If you are going to dream, dream big, and in Techicolor...
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If you listen to "The Jack" from 'High Voltage' you can actually hear Phil's bass pedal squeaking.
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You know, I really like the intro to Back In Black by AC/DC
If you crank it up loud at the very beginning, you can hear Phil Rudd count "......three, four..."
The 'Joan' in the photo is Joan Jett, as many probably knew.... And Lita is Lita Ford.
Marie Laveau
2008 Presidential Election
in Random Thoughts
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John McCain is starting to suspiciously look like the Reverend Henry Kane from the old Poltergeist flicks...