Saturday, June 28, 2008


I dunna, I was there reading some blog, they posted some Gladys Knight N The Pips clip that WASN'T Midnight Train To Georgia (I LOVE Gladys Knight!) and I tripped on one of my favs as a teen aged and angst ridden heart broken walker of street fog with a transistor in my ear at 13 years of age . . . 

The horns are SO bitchen, but it comes to Dionne's voice, in the end, that sets it all off . . . 


If you see me walking down the street, 
And I start to cry, each time we meet.

Poomp, Poomp, POOMP, Poomp, Poomp, Poomp!

Yeahhhhhhh . . . 

Straight thru the teenaged heart . . . . oww. 

Never mind the rest. At that moment, Dionne Warwick was IN our moments . . . 

Now she's just trying to read our minds, but the world has CHANGED a lot, in some 45 years or so  . . . ;-) 

Geebuz, I forgot ALL about this one, here's to all you lovers out there, and I think you know who you are. *G* 

Congrats to Liz N Dave, BTW . . . and to all of us who lasted thru the years of our dreams, with our loves. New and old, one and all. *G* 

Guess I can't leave this one out, it's a tear jerker and a big song, you can almost hear Phil Spector, only he wasn't in on this. Damn when she hits the chorous up high . . . Don't Make Me Over . . . .*G* 


Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Apparently, I WAS Seeing Things

A Snopes reply on Berry Fest pages reveals the Greatest Catch EVAH! was rigged and part of a commercial.

I'm devastated. Verklempt. 

Talk amongst yerselves. 

Fhreakin sigh.

I"ve Been Accused Of SEEING Things Before

But, I See Hawks In L.A. is the real deal.
LA Band, around for quite a while. 

I heard a cut on today 'Salesman'  ('04 project) that was AWESOME!
Harmonies, acoustic brilliance in the picking.

Sweet, sweet stuff.

I hit their website, and sampled the rest of them, read their history.

If they come thru YER turf, don't miss them.

If they HAVE come thru, and you've seen them, and I'm the LAST GUY ON EARTH to discover them, ignore this post! 


Tuesday, June 24, 2008

RIP George

"I'm a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I've been up linked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!

I'm new wave, but I'm old school and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive and from time to time I'm radioactive.

Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin the wave, dodgin the bullet and pushin the envelope. I'm on-point, on-task, on-message and off drugs. I've got no need for coke and speed. I've got no urge to binge and purge. I'm in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top and under-the-radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps and run victory laps. I'm a totally ongoing big-foot, slam-dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic. A working rageaholic. Out of rehab and in denial!

I've got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. You can't shut me up. You can't dumb me down because I'm tireless and I'm wireless, I'm an alpha male on beta-blockers.

I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built-to-last! I'm a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk head case pretty maturely post-traumatic and I've got a love-child that sends me hate mail.

But, I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing-- a supportive, bonding, nurturing primary care-giver. My output is down, but my income is up. I took a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds and I watch trash sports! I'm gender specific, capital intensive, user-friendly and lactose intolerant.

I like rough sex. I like tough love. I use the "F" word in my emails and the software on my hard-drive is hardcore--no soft porn.

I bought a microwave at a mini-mall; I bought a mini-van at a mega-store. I eat fast-food in the slow lane. I'm toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically- formulated medical miracle. I've been pre-wash, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed and, I have an unlimited broadband capacity.

I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal. Lean and mean! Cocked, locked and ready-to-rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide. I've got glide in my stride. Drivin and movin, sailin and spinin, jiving and groovin, wailin and winnin. I don't snooze, so I don't lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty and lunch time is crunch time. I'm hangin in, there ain't no doubt and I'm hangin tough, over and out!" -- George Carlin

Monday, June 23, 2008


I keep watching this, over and over and over.

I mean, it's TWO steps UP THE WALL AND THE CATCH!!

The left fielder is standing there, with shrinkage only George from Seinfeild knows about. 


Let's hear it for girls in sports!

Dang, if that girl was a blonder version, I'd SWEAR it was a Tub Daughter!!! *G* 

Make sure your two get to see that!! 


Damn, Now Your JAMS Are Better, Too!

Incase you missed it, you shoulda been there, YESTERDAY . . . . mate.

Sounds like too good of a time to miss, Howdy. *G* 

Posted on the CBA website comments page . . . 30 plus, barefoot. 
Overlooking Boardwalk Beach or something like that . . . various jams among the 30+.


Here's The CBA Write Up

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