The Association were never cool. They were the sort of band who usually wore a uniform when playing live: often white suits and white shoes. They looked like Louisiana legislators in the summertime. The psychedelic cover for their 1968 album … Continue reading Album Cover Art Wednesday: Birthday
You obviously haven’t investigated the plan so don’t tell us we are stupid. President Trump knew about the things the Dems were doing, remember he said “the calm before the storm.” This is the storm.
The Invisible Man Being a bass guitarist is like being the invisible man of the band. The guitarists get all the attention, the drummers get all the women, and you get the bar tab. Bassists seem to compensate for this in several ways. Some jump all around in an attempt to be noticed (see Flea), some retreat even further into the shadows (see Entwistle), and some overplay (see me). . . But do you know something? Without the bass line, the song falls apart. The rhythm stops. The guitar noodling with no sub-strata to hold it up just sounds … Continue reading Today on Tommy T’s Obsession with random Ruminations – The Invisible Man edition
The cold weather is still with us in New Orleans. I’m getting more use than expected out of the light flannel shirts I bought on sale at the end of last winter. I call them my Fogerty shirts after a certain singer-songwriter you might have heard of.
The big local controversy involves the Houma based grocery chain Rouses. They came to New Orleans after Katrina. I’ve known for four years that former CEO Donny Rouse Senior is a Trumper. I processed the information back then and continued shopping there. Why? The employees at the nearby Tchoupitoulas store are so damn nice; many of them know Dr. A and me by sight and some by name.
It came out that Rouse Senior attended the Twelfth Night Trump rally. Despite claims to the contrary, there’s no evidence that he took part in storming the Capitol. A boycott movement has arisen, which I get. What I don’t get is how so many people didn’t already know about his politics. It was no secret.
I’m still where I was four years ago because 90-95% of Rouses employees in New Orleans are Black. They’re the ones who will suffer from a boycott, not the Rouse family who have stores in redder parts of the Gret Stet. Rouse Senior’s politics are terrible, but he’s retired. Additionally, the other major grocery chains are GOP donors. Boycotting Rouses to support Wal-Mart makes no sense whatsoever. I guess this means that I’m not woke. That’s okay because the idea of being woke puts me to sleep.
John Hiatt wrote this week’s theme song for his 1995 album Walk On. It’s one of the biggest-selling albums of his career.
You Must Go is the second track on the album. I’m using it to send a message to President* Pennywise: “there’s a place, you must go.”
Another reason I love You Must Go is that Jayhawks Mark Olson and Gary Louris sing back-up vocals. We’ll get to them later.
We have two versions for your listening pleasure: the Hiatt original and a recent cover by his daughter, Lilly.
I’m not quite ready to let go. What about you: Are you ready to go? Asia sure was:
One more go song, make that Go-Go’s:
My get up and go seems to have gotten up and went or some such shit. Maybe jumping to the break will revive me. Let’s go.
Life is really fucking hard right now. The pandemic has gotten worse at the same time as white supremacists are rioting. The believe they can provoke a race war, their own personal Charlie Manson-style Helter Skelter. It was a demented fantasy in the Sixties and it still is.
I got sidetracked. Earlier this evening, there was a disturbing mass tweet from someone I don’t know well but care about. He’s lost some people to COVID and he was at the end of his rope. It was a classic cry for help and he got some. I understand he’s okay now but I get it. Life can be overwhelming at times, especially in the extended winter of our discontent. Those may not be words of wisdom but they’re all I’ve got.
That’s not really all I’ve got. As you know, I believe there’s a Kinks song for every occasion. There is for this situation as well, Life Goes On. It’s a song about someone who reaches the brink, but then pulls back. Since it’s a Ray Davies song, there’s a bit of mordant humor thrown in. I approve of mordant humor. In fact, I’m a proud practitioner of mordant humor.
I’ll post the tune followed by lyrics and there are a lot of them. Raymond Douglas Davies is a wise man.
The lyrics can be found after the break. I tried to format them so there would be spaces. It didn’t work. Oh well, what the hell.
This is the kind of series I’d hope I’d never have to write.
And yet, here we are. After three years of doing my best to serve the groundswell that is the Patriot movement in the United States, and six total, being on the total warpath for Trump, I must now bring to you what are possibly the most important articles I will ever have to write which will reveal corruption, and contempt for the American people at the highest levels. This will be a three part series, released over the next few hours, so please, pay close attention to everything I’m about to tell you, because the future of the Republic now hangs in the balance.
(400+ words of incoherent rambling snipped by yours truly)
But I need to set the stage first. To understand everything I’m about to tell you, we have to go back; back to the fateful night of July 10th, 2016, when the then 27-year-old Seth Rich was found with two gunshot wounds in his back in the Bloomingdale neighborhood in DC, near his favorite bar.
I think PDJT will either announce arrest of Mike Pence and Rod Rosenstein and then ask the audience (2,000,000 or so in attendance) to protect him and to make sure these folks get arrested. Otherwise, Pence, at his wife’s advisement and a flash of honesty, does the right thing and tosses the electors…this will have a downstream effect of downballot challenges, too…like Georgia 2 senate seats.
FR has attracted lunatics who are here to pimp their own blogs, etc. Attention whores off their meds, like the OP.And this used to be such a reliable, conservative internet forum.
11 posted on 1/6/2021, 7:26:37 AM by LouAvul (The wheels of America are coming off and the media have stolen the lug nuts.)
Stop it, you guys – you’re killing me.
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One more Lin Wood post, explaining my previous “Gorn” reference, before we jump below the fold to the groovy insurrection parts of today’s post.
Even the Freeperati have quit listening to Lin Tarquin Fin-tim-lin-bin-whin-bim-lim-bus-stop-F’tang-F’tang-Olé-Biscuitbarrel
Lin Wood bombshell: Sex trafficking, blackmail, and pure evil afoothttps://noqreport.com ^ | by JD Rucker January 4, 2021 Posted on 1/4/2021, 8:47:29 AM by Red Badger
His latest bombshell is either absolutely insane or the key to exposing the powers and principalities ruling this world.
Attorney Lin Wood is quickly becoming the most controversial figure on the internet. His Twitter and Parler posts are both wildly popular and ridiculed. The QAnon crowd is torn between whether he’s schizophrenic or crazy like a fox. 4Chan debates about him are just as polarizing.
His latest bombshell is either absolutely insane or the key to exposing the powers and principalities ruling this world.
You already said that once.
I have my own opinions about it, but for once I’m not going to express them. Rather, here is what he posted last night, unedited:
(edited anyway from 500+words of insane gibberish) :
This blackmail scheme is conducted by members of 10 of world’s most well-known & “elite” intelligence agencies. One of those groups was hacked by a group known as Lizard Squad. The blackmail files of rape & murder were obtained by this group & copy was provided to Isaac Kappy.
My friend Ryne Hancock’s first post of 2021 strikes a wistful tone. For the non-New Orleanians out there, Broadmoor is an Uptown neighborhood. -Adrastos The Fallacies Of Our Crushes by Ryne Hancock In a few days, my friend Cait in Broadmoor will be turning 42. Despite the fact that we are still in a pandemic, her birthday will include dinner, gifts from her kids and husband as well as well-wishes from friends and family for another trip around the sun. During that same week in January of 1979, one of my first celeb crushes, Aaliyah, was born. If my memory … Continue reading Ryne Hancock: The Fallacies Of Our Crushes
The last concert I attended before the pandemic was Dwight Yoakam at the Fillmore in New Orleans. It’s fitting that the first concert video posted in the revived SMV be Dwight on Austin City Limits in 2015: Continue reading Sunday Morning Video: Dwight Yoakam Live In Austin