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Annie (Susan Sarandon) in "Bull Durham": I believe in the church of baseball. I've tried all the major religions and most of the minor ones. I've worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know things. For instance, there's 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and there's 108 stitches in a baseball. When I learned that, I gave Jesus a chance. But it just didn't work out between us. The Lord laid too much guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. Y'see, there's no guilt in baseball, and it's never boring. Which makes it like sex. There's never been a ballplayer slept with me who didn't have the best year of his career. Making love is like hitting a baseball. You just gotta relax and concentrate. Besides, I'd never sleep with a player hitting under .250. Not unless he had a lot of RBIs and was a great glove man up the middle. Y'see, there's a certain amount of life wisdom I give these boys. I can expand their minds. Sometimes when I get a ballplayer alone, I'll just read Emily Dickenson or Walt Whitman to him. And the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen. Of course, a guy'll listen to anything if he thinks it's foreplay. I make them feel confident, and they make me feel safe -- and pretty. 'Course what I give them lasts a lifetime. What they give me lasts 142 games. Sometimes it seems like a bad trade. But bad trades are part of baseball. Who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for god's sake! It's a long season, and you gotta trust it. I've tried them all, I really have. And, the only church that feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the church of baseball.

The interpretations are many and speculative, but I like this site: http://www.rareexception.com/Garden/Pie.php From the obvious theme of the airplane "American Pie" that crashed the lives of Buddy Holly and Richie Valens to the intimations at the civil rights era to the references to artists of prominence throughout the 60s and 70s this is one of the most important rock and roll collages ever written.

"I'm going to Kansas City. Kansas City, here I come. They got some funky smellin' women there and I'm gonna get me some." thanks to David Bromberg

Booboo dog is kind. Bo and Bice are safe for now. Simon is sleeping.

Timid cat Simon arches his back so fiercely at the mattress mice.

Oh my. You should be angry more often. "I spend all my time trying to adjust my heart To make it beat in tune with your every promise..." That's outstanding.

"Brilliant" and "Hall and Oates" in the same sentence? Well, OK, I guess there's one in every bunch that's destined for a banana avocado smoothie.....

Interesting that you mention Route 66, the highway that no longer exists except on the maps of romantics and historians. When I travel on the roads I avoid the inerstate highways. I prefer the old US highways and state roads that sometimes go nowhere but always lead me to somewhere interesting. I imagine the roads and towns as how they were at some other point in time, and I am never late.

Last and most important: Never eat anything bigger than your head.

My oldest friend, Mary Dorr has never seen the ocean. She's never been more than 25 miles away from the tiny midwestern town she was born in. Her music collection gives her a vicarious odyssey to places she knows better than any tourist. The Beach Boys is the vehicle that drives her to Malibu.

Allman Bros' Pony Boy

Not that old, but a poignant song that touches heavily on the troubles in Ireland is u2's Sunday, Bloody Sunday.

I visit yahoo on a regular basis, engaging in a number of message boards. This pm flaming happoens all too often because yahoo refuses to police its site. I'm thankful that Songfacts is a diligent window.

Why didn't you like it?

Nice. The best stories are about everyday life, and they don't take a lifetime to write.

2. Would you agree that ?Beatle mania' was one of the most incredible social phenomenons in history? Let's try to put this question in perspective. I think the civil rights movement and the implosion of the soviet bloc were incredible social phenomena. Beatlemania enriched the lives of many, but it didn't change the world.

I'd have to say that any band that has become a social icon has become too big. Here's my list: Boston (how many ways can you play the same song?) U2 (please lighten up, Bono) Lynyrd Skynyrd (Neil was right) Nirvana (death does not equal martyrdom) Beatles (bigger than Jesus? you lost me right then) Oasis (think Beatles) Limp Bizkit (huh?) Led Zeppelin (I haven't been 15 for a long time) Enjoy!

An installment from my youth (when they played for free at the Cistern at the College of Charleston): Dixie Dregs. And another favorite from the same era: Little Feat.

We compiled 26 cuts on a cd. We toasted to "When a Man Loves a Woman" by Percy Sledge and we danced to "Maybe I'm Amazed" by Paul McCartney.

Eric Clapton in Atlanta, introducing an anonymous guitar player in the shadows for the first set: "I'd like to introduce my guest for the evening, Mr. George Harrison." What followed was magic....

So...what does one say if it really IS a cr*p poem? Nothing? Wouldn't it give the cr*p poet the notion that the cr*p poem is really good if the audience was forbidden to say, "Man, that's really a cr*p poem?" Isn't it dishonest if I was limited to saying,"That would be much less a cr*p poem if you played with the meter a bit" when it's not the meter but the cr*p poem that's the problem? Or would you take it upon yourself as moderator to censor the cr*p poems (and maybe the cr*p posts as well) before I had the opportunity to comment?

Oh, boy! Not one, but two millionaires 10 times over singing about how much they connect with the plight of the lower middle class. Does anyone know when tickets go on sale? I'll want to take a few days off work to be first to stand in line....

Ever hear the cut "Hot Night in Budapest," Ian Anderson's contractual groupie song with a twist?

The power cord plugs into the back of the organ in a 3 prong jack. The other end plugs into a grounded wall receptacle. Next lesson is on/off switch 101. Call me what you want but I avoided comment about your defective organ.