Saturday Odds & Sods: Hey Pocky Way

Rex Float 1960's

Rex parade some time in the 1960’s.

Carnival may be a marathon, not a sprint, but I’m feeling winded after our annual Muses open house, which was a bit too open for my taste this year. Additionally, the crowds on the parade route are getting rowdier and more aggressive even on our relatively civilized corner. Even the best parade throws such as a Muses decorated shoe are just junk on Ash Wednesday. So it goes.

I hate to do this but this week’s Odds & Sods is going to be characterized by brevity. I’ve been having back problems, which led one of my friends to prescribe a cure: a fifth of Jameson’s. I only had some of it but I’m a bit the worse for wear anyway. I’m not even sure I feel like punning right now. I suspect you’re uncertain whether to be scared or relieved at this point…

I may be crapping out this week but there *is* a theme song. It’s one of the great Carnival anthems, Hey Pocky Way. It’s rooted in the traditions of the Mardi Gras Indians, with which Art Neville of the Meters and Neville Brothers is intimately familiar. His  beloved Uncle George Landry was Big Chief Jolly of the Wild Tchoupitoulas.

The song was written by the original Meters and began life as Hey Pocky A-Way:

I’m not sure why the A was dropped by the Nevilles since they’re definitely A students when it comes to music:

Finally, a live version from the good old Grateful Dead with keyboard wiz Brent Mydland on lead vocals. The Dead started performing the song after touring with the Neville Brothers:

That’s it for this truncated edition of Saturday Odds & Sods. Time to eat some party leftovers including some homemade chicken curry courtesy of one of Dr. A’s colleagues. In the meantime, don’t forget to:




Friday Catblogging: Carnival Beggars

Oscar and Della aren’t much for company but they do like the extra food that guests bring. Here they are looking winsome and playing their Carnival begging game:


I don’t know about you but it looks like a Cheap Trick to me:


The Daddy Party

From Album 6

More like the Bratty Party. You’ve got the short fingered troll insisting that Tailgunner Ted is both the heir to Nixonian tactics (well) and about as popular and personable as Snidely Whiplash (also true)…

Schoolyard bully and Mr. Creosote doppelganger Chris Christie’s taken to calling Iowa caucus bronze medalist Marco Rubio the Bubble Boy…to be fair, I’ve thought Rubio vaguely resembles the Boy Wonder…maybe he’s got extra water on his utility belt…but one thing he lacks is an explanation for his rather creative financial history.

Jeb!’s just waiting for an appropriate moment to pack it in (Mission Accomplished!), and the others, including Kasich (regardless of how he finishes in New Hampshire), are statistical rounding errors.

In other words, these are your GOP’s final four…from hell. Well…maybe not Christie, but since he managed to bully his way into some coverage

They really do make Bush-Cheney seem almost…statesmanlike. Damn…no…goddamn.


Quote Of The Day: Boy In The Bubble Edition

I hate to even mildly praise Chris Christie but I got an enormous kick out of his post-Iowa slam at Marco Rubio:

“You know me, unlike some of these other campaigns, I’m not the boy in the bubble. We know who the boy in the bubble is up here, who never answers your questions, who’s constantly scripted and controlled, because he can’t answer your questions,” Christie told reporters after a rally at his campaign headquarters in Bedford. “So when Senator Rubio gets here, when the boy in the bubble gets here, I hope you guys ask him some questions, because it’s time for him to start answering questions. He wants to say this race is over and it’s all him?”

He may be an assholish jerk but Christie is right about Rubio. There’s something synthetic and unreal about him. He did surprisingly well in Iowa, but the flying monkeys of the hard right are in the saddle in the GOP primaries. They still haven’t forgiven his apostasy on immigration. Remember when Republicans said they needed outreach to Hispanic voters? That’s why Rubio got involved before bailing on his own bill when it flopped in the House. One might even call it McCain syndrome since Senator Walnuts did the same thing during the 2008 election cycle. In this year of xenophobia and immigrant bashing, it will be interesting to see how Little Marco does in future states. I do not have access to a functioning crystal ball so it beats the hell outta me.

The politician Marco Rubio reminds me of the most is John Edwards. There’s just something about him that’s insincerely sincere and downright robotic. Mr. Data on Star Trek: TNG was more human than Rubio. He also looks like a compendium of nesting dolls, stacked uneasily on top of one another. I’m unsure whether he’s a boyish man or a mannish boy, but either way he bugs the living shit out of me. He’s unworthy of this clip, but the tune is in my head so what else can I do?

Speaking of bubbles, I’m in the Carnival bubble right now. It’s a good place to be and I’m going to enjoy it until Ash Wednesday when I may or may not repent my sins. I plan to enjoy myself and spend less time on the idiocy of the 2016 campaign and the endless punditry about the significance of two of the whitest states in the Union, especially on the Democratic side. Maybe Utah should move its primary up. I misplaced my ouija board so what happens *after* the Granite State beats the hell outta me. I do, however, think the candidates should take nothing for granite…

For myself, I’ll be posting my regular features, eating and drinking too much, and doing Carnival shit. I’m not quite sure if I’ll be the New Orleans version of the boy in the bubble but you can never tell.

Speaking of talented jerks, I’ll give Paul Simon the last word:

Here’s some Simon Lagniappe. Hmm, sounds like a florist from Opelousas:

Album Cover Art Wednesday: Spitfire

Paul Kantner died a week ago, but I still feel like honoring him and the band he initially led, then lost, and finally took back: Jefferson Starship. Spitfire was a big hit in 1976. It clearly dates from the era when it was okay to have three lead singers, Kantner, Slick, and Balin; something that was frowned upon by the 1980’s. It’s the most balanced of the first three Starship band records, which is one reason I remain fond of it.

I’m also very fond of the opium smoking dragon riding chick on the cover: “Dance with the dragon til the year is done.” The artwork was done by the Japanese artist Shusei Nagaoka and he hit it out of the park.

Spitfire cover

The back cover isn’t as artistically interesting but the layout is good. Besides, the band still look like fucking hippies…


Below is the whole damn LP via the YouTube. My favorites are the most Kantnery tunes: Dance With The Dragon, St. Charles, and Song to the Sun, which has a full title too long to be typed here. I’m a blogger not a court reporter. Time to turn the clock back to the bi-centennial year of 1976:

It Eats Its Tail Eventually: Iowa Matters Because We Say It Matters Because We Say It Matters

My brain hurts: 

As I’ll explain, Iowa became super important because we — the media, party insiders, activists, the candidates themselves, and even voters to an extent — gradually decided to make it so important. These key players think the caucus results reveal a great deal about which candidates can win elections elsewhere, and the contest for Iowa isn’t really a contest for delegates — it’s a contest to look good in their eyes.


Like it or not, the Iowa results appear to be hugely important in determining who the major parties’ presidential nominees will be — particularly when considered alongside the impact of fellow early state New Hampshire. “It’s not remotely a national primary. These national polls mean nothing. The nation isn’t voting,” says Stevens. Instead, it’s Iowans who get the first say.

Go home Vox. You’re drunk. Those two paragraphs are barely a screen apart. Iowa might have been bullshit once, but we made it not bullshit, and then it wasn’t bullshit anymore because we made it not be.

Like are we not even requiring a story to stand up until we’re done reading it? Either cover something or don’t cover it but don’t cover it while pretending to be better than covering it. It’s depressing. I’m sorry your job isn’t doing it for you these days. If you’re going to write about how Iowa isn’t really important except in the minds of these assholes over here, then don’t go and stand over there unless you want to be called an asshole, too.

I mean, I get that somewhere in here we’re meandering to the point that this is all made up crap, but you can’t then talk about the height of the pile of it.



Iowa Caucus Morning After: Apologize for This, Jackasses

“I haven’t gotten benefits for 3 months.” Forget whatever she said after that. That’s the part we should all be talking about. That’s what should have prompted the gasps of shock and awe. That’s what Brian Williams should have apologized for, live on the air, because that was said by a veteran, in America, and that is far more shocking and appalling than any expletive.

The prudes were falling all over themselves to apologize for her language, though, because what we call a thing is always so much more terrible than the thing itself. It’s why angry busybodies will call up a news org and moan and whine about seeing a dead body on their front page, and forget that BEING ANGRY AND UPSET IS WHAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FEEL. You should be angry that the world is this way, and you should use whatever language you can to get the most attention you can for the thing that needs fixing, and anybody who  concentrates on your words instead of your reality wasn’t ever gonna help you solve the problem no how.

She hasn’t gotten benefits for 3 months, and she signed up to serve this country. If she didn’t say fuck, that would be the fucked-up part. You don’t pay me for doing my not-at-all-dangerous job for 3 months, I’ll say much worse than fuck.

(An aside: I hate the term “F-bomb.” It sounds like something from a bad American version of a Japanese cartoon show about planes. If you are not on a broadcast network, just say what it is. Everybody knows, especially the kids.)

If apologies are called for, let’s apologize to this woman for the situation we’ve put her in. Let’s apologize for giving her a reward like this for serving her country. Let’s apologize for paying more attention to her when she said fuck than when she was waiting for her paycheck. Let’s apologize for not treating her with the respect she deserves. And then when we’re done apologizing let’s get out there and fucking fix it, so that nobody has to fucking say fuck on the fucking air to get someone to fucking notice that things are fucked up.


Iowa Caucus CRACK VAN

Didn’t we just do one of these?



First World Problems

Meanwhile in Oregon, it seems to be Festivus:

After the group’s leader, Ammon Bundy, was arrested last week along with numerous members of the militia, he called on the remaining occupiers to leave the refuge. However, a small group refuses to go home. They have said they will not leave until the FBI guarantees that they will not be arrested. Law enforcement has set up checkpoints outside of the refuge and will not allow media to enter, much to the occupiers’ dismay, according to Oregon Public Broadcasting.

The remaining militiamen have issued a call to arms for their supporters, and an outside patriot group on Friday urged Americans to join the militia at the refuge to “air our grievances.”

As my long-time readers know, there’s nothing I like more than unintentional comedy. It’s hilarious to hear these manly macho men whine about internet service. Correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t think they had wi-fi at the Alamo. Of course, most of its defenders died in combat whereas these bozos are merely dying of boredom and malakatude. These fake cowboys are more like the real life John Wayne who was a draft dodging chickenhawk than his tough as nails screen persona. Some call them insurrectionists, I call them whiny, titty babies. Pitiful.

It’s way past time for these cretins to pack it in, leave, and face the consequences of their impulsive actions. There should be no deals, no how, no way. Every time they whine, I’m reminded of a certain Warren Zevon song, so I’ll give him the last word:

Wake Me When It’s Over

Although I’m glad that some actual voters will actually be caucusing in Iowa today, I’m sick of the hype. Other than being swing states, Iowa and New Hampshire are wildly unrepresentative of the country as a whole. These are very white states. Furthermore, the Iowa caucus system is confusing and yields contradictory results. It’s not unusual in either party for one candidate to “win” on caucus day and another to reap the lion’s share of delegates later in the year. Enough with the hype.

I long for the days when the Iowa Caucus was no big whoop. That all changed when an unknown former Georgia Governor pulled an upset in Iowa, got the press to notice, and came out of nowhere to win the Presidency in 1976. That’s right, folks, we have Jimmy Carter and his late strategist Hamilton Jordan to blame for the shit show that is today’s Iowa Caucus.

I may watch *some* returns tonight but I’m not sure if I can deal with the pundits making a big deal over a very small, very white state. The Mardi Gras bubble looks more appealing by the minute. I guess that makes me a pretty lame political junkie. Just remember, nobody ever said this: as the Hawkeye State goes, so goes America.

So it goes.

Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with the Freeperati – one-man revolution edition

Well, people – it looks like American Revolution II (the sequel) has kicked off in fine style.

As has one of the squatters. (I won’t dignify that bunch of rejects and wannabes with words like “militants” or “terrorists”)

Oregon protest leader Ammon Bundy, others arrested; 1 killed
CNN ^ | 01/26/2016 | Dana Ford & Holly Yan

Posted on ‎1‎/‎26‎/‎2016‎ ‎9‎:‎31‎:‎55‎ ‎PM by BuckeyeTexan

(CNN)One person was killed as authorities arrested a group of people — including Ammon Bundy — involved with the armed occupation of the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge, the FBI and Oregon State Police said.

The deceased individual, who has not been identified, was the subject of a federal probable cause arrest, officials said.

1 posted on 1‎/‎26‎/‎2016‎ ‎9‎:‎31‎:‎56‎ ‎PM by BuckeyeTexan

Keyboard Kommandos – this is IT!  This is what you’ve all been waiting for! Will you leave the comfort of your homes and double-wides and take off for Oregon to avenge tarp-man?

To: BuckeyeTexan
Now it’s time for more patriots to organize and confront these murderers and not let them off like we did with Ruby Ridge and Waco. We have to make them murder a lot more of us if they ever want to impose their tyranny. The Oath Keepers group had differences with these guys but made it clear they wouldn’t be silent and allow another Ruby Ridge or Waco incident without acting. If the group wants to remain a credible patriot group it’s leadership has to step up now.
43 posted on 1‎/‎26‎/‎2016‎ ‎10‎:‎06‎:‎28‎ ‎PM by LeeClementineKenny (


Oath Creepers – ATTACK!!!

We are working on maintaining a calm presence in town and are still acting as a buffer between the Refuge and the FBI. We stand by our order of STAND BY at this time. No Call To Actions have been issued.

Well, dang.

And I do notice that as of this morning, you’re still home, my darling clementine – but when you get that “call to action” you’ll spring into action.


To: BuckeyeTexan


We didn’t want it to start this way, but maybe future historians will count this event similar to Harper’s Ferry in the First Civil War. GOD help us all. More are going to die.

16 posted on 1‎/‎26‎/‎2016‎ ‎9‎:‎44‎:‎49‎ ‎PM by backwoods-engineer (AMERICA IS DONE! When can we start over?)

To: All


It begins ends…………..

52 posted on 1‎/‎26‎/‎2016‎ ‎10‎:‎15‎:‎29‎ ‎PM by Boonie (“Nuke ’em all…Let Allah sort ’em out…)

Fixed it for ya.
To: Whenifhow


I can hardly contain my rage right now.

69 posted on 1‎/‎26‎/‎2016‎ ‎10‎:‎30‎:‎51‎ ‎PM by RushIsMyTeddyBear (I’m fed up.)

To: kiryandil


The Feds wanted to send a message to the peasants … this was it. Now we will see whether we are free men or serfs

71 posted on 1‎/‎26‎/‎2016‎ ‎10‎:‎36‎:‎14‎ ‎PM by clamper1797 (Repeat after me … there is no such thing as a “moderate” muslim)

Seeing as it’s now Monday morning 6AM CST, and you’re still posting on Free Republic, I’d say that makes you a serfer, girl.
To: BuckeyeTexan
1/26/2016 the first shots of CW2 were fired by the FBI on American citizens. There are no more free Wacos.
45 posted on 1‎/‎26‎/‎2016‎ ‎10‎:‎07‎:‎16‎ ‎PM by MasterGunner01 ( Barbara Daly Danko)
2/1/2016 – the last shots of Jack Black were downed by the lonely guy hanging out until last call.
And I’m FROM Waco, sweetheart – ain’t nothing free there.
More bloody revolution after the Bunkum Hill…

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Donald Trump, George W. Bush, and the Zero Fucks Doctrine


Like when he got re-elected he figured out that it didn’t matter anymore, public opinion. Oh, approval rating in the 30s? WHADDYA GONNA DO, RECALL HIM? People in Congress running away from him? So fucking what, he doesn’t need them to do things and say things. He’s on short time. They’re gonna be there forever but he’s got 8 years and they’re running out, so what difference does it make they don’t like him? Anti-war protesters camped on his lawn permanently, yelling entirely justified things and holding signs calling for prosecution? SIT AND SPIN, because until somebody comes to the door with a pair of handcuffs and seizes the keys to Air Force One, it don’t matter.

All the endless commentary, all the polls, all the discussion about what if so and so gets mad … none of it matters once you’re in that chair. Impeachment is an empty threat and has been since Ford pardoned Nixon and Clinton gave Congress the finger. The process takes too long anyway; you can do a lot of damage before the Speaker has papers drawn up. That was the only truly genius thing Bush and his people ever figured out, and they’ve passed it down to every successive candidate for that office.

Donald Trump said he could off somebody on live TV and not lose a damn thing that matters to him, and he’s right. (He’d be in prison, but we would elect somebody in prison. We could have our first president whose oval office was in San Quentin. It would be like if Oz and The West Wing had a crazy, crazy baby.) He stood up on stage in his first debate and he pointed at every candidate down the line and recited how much he’d bought them all for, and he was right. He may well crash and burn tomorrow night in Iowa, but his main strength is that he’s not risking anything. He doesn’t need your love and he doesn’t need your permission and he sure as shit doesn’t need your support, and if he wasn’t, you know, SATAN, it would be a strength.

It would. If he was using it for good, it would be a strength. The utter bypassing of every traditional check, the disregard for the rules we’ve made up and pretended are physics? It’s good and bad, that the Sunday shows don’t matter and the polls don’t matter and the Very Serious Opinion Columnists don’t matter. All those traditional structures have, historically, kept the non-majority schools of thought nice and quiet and contained so that everything is at a nice dull hum you barely notice as you go about your day, and everything that’s roiling beneath the surface is finally out there now and boy are the talking heads not ready to deal with it all. People really think like this? Yeah, they do. Lancing a boil is NASTY, but it’s the only way to heal. So if Donald Trump, if George W. Bush, had used the Zero Fucks Doctrine to uplift the marginalized instead of further justify the paranoid, their unwillingness to put up with anybody saying shut up would be a good thing.

As it is, it’s just a stunning demonstration of how far you can get when you don’t care at all about losing.


Weekend Question Thread: Do You Have a Nickname?

I started thinking about nicks because of the morning Twitter meltdown over this, which … It is not cultural genocide to call people what they want to be called. If I tell you I go by X, and you continue to call me Y, you’re being rude. If it’s cultural genocide, it’s only against those whose indigenous culture is asshole.

Mr. A and I call each other a million things (most often “hey, I thought you were going to do that”) but I don’t have a true nickname. Jerkoff kids in school called me Al because I hated it, and when we first started dating Mr. A called me Allie. Once. Just once. My Internet handle is the closest I’ve come to something that crosses relationships.



Saturday Odds & Sods: Keep On Truckin’


Image by R. Crumb.

It was a long week here in New Orleans. There was a six-alarm fire on Canal Street in a building owned by a slumlord/tourist trap tycoon who I call the Sam Walton of crap. It resulted in much fretting before the fire was extinguished because it’s located near three recently renovated architectural treasures: the Roosevelt Hotel, and the Orpheum and Saenger Theatres. Mercifully, they emerged unscathed from the smoke and flames, and no one was hurt in the blaze.

Carnival rolls on. One good thing about the early parade season is that there will be fewer college kids in town to get drunk, puke in the nearest gutter, and flash their naughty bits. It’s always a relief because locals don’t play that except for the drinking thing. It’s an all-ages event despite all the dicks in Krewe du Vieux.

R. Crumb week at First Draft continues. I posted his most famous image as this week’s featured picture. The keep on truckin’ dudes were Sixties icons even though their creator was neither a hippie nor cared for them. Bummer, man.

It’s always fun when there are two wildly different songs with the same title. That’s why we have two theme songs this week. They come from the same era, but from different genres. We begin with Temptations vocalist Eddie Kendricks with his biggest solo hit-you guessed it-Keep On Truckin’:

Now that I’ve posted something for the soul music fans, here’s one for the hippies and old-time music folks out there:

I suppose I *should* discuss the Summer of Love, but it’s not on this week’s agenda. You’ll have to make do with another song with Truckin’ in the title:

Guess I threw you a curve ball with the Dwight Yoakam version. Sounds more like a knuckleball to me. Just ask the Niekro brothers:

Brother- Niekro

We’ll keep on truckin’ after the break.

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Clicked Off: No jail time for Mizzou “Muscle” Prof

In some cases, we tend to look at the outcome to determine the intensity of a crime. For example, I remember talking with a cop at one point about an alcohol-fueled mob fight outside of a Madison dance club/bar. The whole fight, which involved a Springer-like melee among drunks ended up with a ton of blood, bruises and broken bones. The culprit turned out to be one asshole who called another asshole a “freshman.” When the accused “freshman” took a swing at the guy and missed, he nailed some other guy’s girlfriend and basically everything unraveled from there.

The “freshman” ended up getting nailed with about a dozen different charges for his actions because so many people ended up getting hurt.

In other cases, it’s the action itself that needs to be analyzed. For example, you can’t walk into a bank, brandish a gun and scream, “Give me all your fucking money!” before you note, “Just kidding!” You can’t get away with that. You also can’t claim that shitty aim should excuse you from an attempted murder charge. “Your Honor! I only hit him in the arm! Yeah I said I wanted to fucking kill him, but I just hit his arm!”

Which leads us to the wonderful world of Melissa Click, the University of Missouri professor who called for some “muscle” to remove journalists who were just doing their job by covering a campus protest. Click assaulted a photographer and called for some people to “muscle” the kid out of the “safe space” the protesters had created on the Quad. She also mocked the kid who was asserting his First Amendment rights, forgetting that a) the rights he was asserting were the same rights that allowed her to be out there protesting, b) he was FILMING THIS and c) she’s a PROFESSOR OF COMMUNICATION with a POSITION ON THE STUDENT MEDIA BOARD.

After a couple months of hoping this would all go away, Click was charged in Columbia this week with a third-degree assault charge. The prosecutor, in what can only be described as a “Jesus, will this please go away” move, pleaded it out for chump change: 20 hours of community service and a promise to not be mean for a whole year. His rationale:


“Based on the facts of this case, I believe this disposition to be appropriate,” City Prosecutor Stephen Richey said in the statement. “This disposition is in keeping with my office’s handling of dozens of similar Municipal cases and adequately serves the interest of justice by ensuring the defendant will not engage in similar conduct.”


Right. I’m entirely sure that Richey has handled literally DOZENS of situations that mixed the fervor of a massive throng of humanity, the violation of inalienable Constitutional rights and a professor enacting a palpable threat against a student. Totally sure he’s done this before and that this is just like every other third-degree assault case he’s faced.

But let’s get back to the crux of the issue: If we want to judge the case based on outcome, it’s only by sheer luck that Click didn’t set off a riot. People were on edge, journalists were intruding in “their space” and when you have an alleged adult calling for “muscle,” all sorts of shit can go wrong. Again, there is always the possibility of concealed weapons as well, so there’s a risk that things could have jumped up a notch in a hurry.

Why is it that she gets away with a slap on the wrist for being lucky enough that some meathead didn’t grab this kid and beat the shit out of him?

If we want to judge the case based on the action itself, its clear that she should be in a lot more trouble than she currently is.

If these are truly inalienable rights, you’re looking at a violation at the core of who we are as a people. She called for a brutalization of someone attempting to participate in a process as old as this country: freedom of the press.

If we give people like Ethan Couch a break because “they didn’t know any better,” we have to hold people like Click to a much higher standard because she SHOULD know better. She’s got at least three degrees, she works in a field associated with the First Amendment and she had a position as a person of authority in the oversight of student media. If we can hold people who know martial arts to a higher standard when they get into a street fight, we can hold a professor of media to a higher standard when they break the Bill of Rights.

I don’t think the anger of the Twitterverse should be raining down upon her in the way it is, nor do I condone the threats of violence or rape she has been experiencing. However, I can’t think for a moment that it makes sense to give her this kind of a pass, where she can spend a weekend planting trees or picking up trash on the side of I-70 and then get back to life as she knows it.

I don’t buy into the “she has suffered enough” argument, when there are people who have done far less (smoked a joint) who are suffering far more (a nickel stretch in the joint).

At the end of the day, we all have choices we make. When you make the wrong one, you need to be held to account for who you are and what you have done. Although I doubt she’ll ever call for “muscle” again, that doesn’t make it OK that she gets a freebie here either.

Friday Ferretblogging: Dig Box Edition

Claire loves to dig. We discovered this when she first went to a ferret-sitter who had a dig box, and the poor woman could barely pry Claire out of it every night. When Claire came home we filled a box full of long grain rice and she dug happily for months, but the rice started to look dusty and the novelty wore off. Off to the bulk store for a giant bag of beans, which restored her joy in the process:


Friday Guest Catblogging: Day After Dennie

Our merry krewe of Spanksters were tasked with sweeping the den floor the day after the parade. Dennie supervised:

Day after Dennie

Photograph by Dr. A. Coat by David Martin.

Paul Kantner, R.I.P.


Photograph by Roger Ressmeyer.

The musical heroes of my youth are dropping like flies. In this instance, it’s one of my San Francisco homeys, Jefferson Airplane/Starship co-founder Paul Kantner who has died at the age of 74.

I met Kantner several times back in the day, and would describe him as cordial but gruff:

A sometimes prickly, often sarcastic musician who kept his own counsel and routinely enraged his old bandmates — they sued him for trademark infringement (and settled) after he started his own version of Jefferson Starship in 1991 — Mr. Kantner became something of a landmark on the San Francisco music scene, the only member of the band still living in town.

“Somebody once said, if you want to go crazy go to San Francisco,” he said. “Nobody will notice.”

I only last long in cities where that’s true; as it is for both my home towns, San Francisco and New Orleans.

Along with Roger McGuinn and Pink Floyd, Kantner was one of the creators of sci-fi rock, but he’ll also be remembered for such counter-culture anthems as Won’t You Try/Saturday Afternoon,  Wooden Ships, Volunteers, and We Can Be Together.

The best way to remember someone like Paul Kantner is to share his music. so let’s tear down the wall motherfucker, and post some tunes that he wrote, co-wrote and/or sang lead vocals on:

Finally, a track from a short-lived band Kantner formed in the 1980’s with his old Airplane band mates Marty Balin and Jack Cssady:

Long live rock, be it dead or alive.

Huck’s Latest Upchuck

You may have already experienced Mike Huckabee’s deeply silly Adele/Iowa Caucus tribute but it’s my duty as a blogger to make sure you see it:

Here’s how it’s described by Mother Jones:

On Wednesday morning, former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee’s presidential campaign tweeted its latest campaign video—and it’s a cover of pop superstar Adele’s hit song “Hello.”

Instead of talking about strained relationships, Huckabee’s “Hello” focuses on Iowa’s highlights and idiosyncrasies. “Amish chairs, Casey’s jerky, Quad Cities has quite a port,” sings the unnamed, unseen vocalist.

The ad includes dramatizations of text message exchanges with Hillary Clinton and Sen. Ted Cruz—with the latter sending Huckabee a text claiming he is Canadian. There’s really a lot to unpack here. It’s probably best to watch it for yourself.

I guess Huck is out to prove that, despite his wingnuttiness, he’s a regular fella or some such shit.

I’m uncertain as to whether Hello, Huck should be classified as a travelogue or campaign video. I do know that it gave me an earworm:



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