I'm such a soft sap

I just heard a little girl in a coffee shop say to her mom

"I wish every day could be like today!" with enough enthusiasm that

Nine-Year-Olds at Play

I think the Republican activists, at least in South Carolina and Florida, are


fucking insane.

Or, more accurately, self-indulgent.

They're so eager to give voice to their displeasure, and express their disapproval of the president, that they're willfully supporting a cantankerous, entertaining, unprincipled, lying, pig-eyed sack of shit because he's

more fun when he takes after the president, and the boogeyman "media."

When I was nine, I probably would have turned down a hundred bucks and a handjob if somebody had waved some bright red kool-aid in my face and said that I could have it instead, too.

This is my deep political analysis for the day.

Kind of Blue

So I don't post to this blog very often these days.  I don't post anywhere these days, really.

I don't make music any more.

I don't really take photos too much; when I do, they sorta

suck.

I've gone kinda silent.

You see, the painful truth is that

even though I'm not an entirely self-delusional guy

you know, I pay attention to how fucked up I am

and even though I see a head-shrinker, and I talk crap out with some of my friends.

Well, you see, that pesky clinical depression has reared its ugly head again.

I choose the words carefully because I'm not exactly blue -- hell, we're all blue once in a while, and we're all sad once in a while, and we're all tired once in a while, and a lot of us feel hopeless anytime that we're

oh, paying attention.

But I say clinical depression because I've got some experience with it. I've had it before, and it manifests itself very differently from sadness or the other emotions that I've described.  It's painfully physical in some ways.  Depressingly physical.

Ha ha.

Anyway, I thought I'd throw this up on the ol' mulescreen because this blog is not just moribund, it's actually dead.  Deader than a doornail.

But doornails, like Nikki Sixx, can be brought back to life.

I'm hoping to bring this blog back to life soon.

But I won't be talking about politics anymore.  You see, I'm more convinced than ever that you're all as convinced that you're right as I'm convinced I'm right.

And I don't intend to post anything about climate change, or football.  I don't support climate change, and I don't support football.  At least not American football.

Of course, my goddamned girlfriend went and ruined y perfect record  -- I'd made it through THE ENTIRE NFL season without seeing a minute of football. And then yesterday, when I said that we should watch it since there'd be people in her office dying to talk about it, she allowed that she was interested.

So we wtched the last couple of minutes of a game.

She'll have one disappointed office, and I'll be one disappointed puppy.

Not just disappointed -- depressed. 

Back Up and Running

Sorry that we went black yesterday, but as my banner indicated, the proposed piracy legislation tilts everything in favor of shutting down offenders rather than, oh, I don't know, balancing by requiring proof of offenses prior to imposing weird discipline.  Like, again, the seemingly unbalanced Shut-down of all payment systems to an "offending" site.

I suspect that in six months, substantially similar legislation will pass while we're all out having a smoke or beating off to old Cinemax late-nights.

Um, did I say  type that out loud?

Anyway, the battle's joined, but it's not over.

And as you rip off content right and left, know that you're THE PROBLEM and not the answer.

Anyway, I'd type more, but Cinemax On-Demand beckons. . . .

Play for Affection is a tasty treat

So our friend M. Doyon of Wampus Multimedia does a really good job of publicizing the acts on his label, marketing them in a way that spurs curiosity while simultaneously creating certainty that you're open to embracing the band.  I wouldn't know the MayBees from a hole in the wall without Wampus, nor would I know Kowtow Popoff or The Matthew Show.  And that's some fine music that I'm glad I know.

Is this Doyon character just a little bit shy when it comes to pushing Arms of Kismet, which features his fascinating songwriting?  I think maybe he is.

So let me do it for you.

Play for Affection by Arms of Kismet

Get PLay for Affection.  This record rocks.  But more importantly, it rolls.  Not just "roll" in the old-fashioned sense of the awesome rhythm of humping your loved one (well, loved one at that moment, anyway).  (you didn't think "rock and roll" was coined to describe anything else, did you?)  But "roll" in terms of a roller-coaster of thought-provoking emotion.  As we've often noted here, I don't know lyrics from sand -- they're out there, I just don't notice them.  But I listen to -- and enjoy -- these lyrics immensely.  This is music you can drive to, can bounce to, or can listen to on headphones with the lights down low.

Take a trip over here and take a taste of these little morsels.  But then do the right thing and buy the fucking album -- you won't regret it.

I dig this goddamned thing a ton.
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The Crowd Scene No. 16

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The Crowd Scene

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Hamer

I call this " The Empire State Building"

Smalls !

Ardolino Has Joined Me

Tommy Ardolino, the outrageously sloppy and precise drummer for the New Rhytm and Blues Quartet, commonly known as NRBQ, has accompanied me to the hereafter. I claimed him from you at the young age of 56.


Ardolino propelled the band into rocky areas, adding some punch to their odd blend of power pop. While we're glad he's here, you will miss his music. I've left you the recordings.