This morning(ish) I didn't have a brunch date with Tom Hayes at our favorite brunch date spot whereupon I ate my favorite brunch dish that I can't remember how to spell but means baked eggs with cod fish in Brazilian and is pictured below for your easy reference ...
... because I when I woke up I got super excited when I realized that it was Saturday and that if I went down to my favorite brunch spot early enough I could not only get to eat my favorite brunch dish but I could also sit in my favorite seat, right in the front corner by the coatrack where I can put all the condiments on the window sill so that I have plenty of room on the miniature red table so to at once eat my favorite brunch dish and read the news of the day on a device that doesn't involve killing helpless trees, and thus I totally forgot to call Tom and ask him if he wanted to join me. I wonder what Tom had for breakfast today? Black pudding? What? Yeah, you're probably right ... nobody really cares what Tom had for breakfast. What's that? Yes, I too think it's nice that I am pretending to care.
Speaking of milquetoast, yesterday I heard someone blathering on about the musical backdrop to the many and varied public appearances by one Barry The Secretly Not So Hip Black Guy After All. But since you're too paralyzed by your unemployment induced depression to click on the link in the last sentence I'll just tell you what was implicitly queried with the following accurate(ish) paraphrasing: 'Since Barrack Obama is half black, and lots of people hate him because of a deep seated fear that he will have an affair with a white woman, wouldn't it make a lot more sense for him to walk out on stage to the tune(ish) backdrop of Public Enemy's "Fear Of A Black Planet" in order to remind all the black people in the country that his father is black and in the process provide more fear inducing fodder for the likes of people that are afraid to sit next a good looking black man on the Acela?'
Speaking of milquetoast, yesterday I heard someone blathering on about the musical backdrop to the many and varied public appearances by one Barry The Secretly Not So Hip Black Guy After All. But since you're too paralyzed by your unemployment induced depression to click on the link in the last sentence I'll just tell you what was implicitly queried with the following accurate(ish) paraphrasing: 'Since Barrack Obama is half black, and lots of people hate him because of a deep seated fear that he will have an affair with a white woman, wouldn't it make a lot more sense for him to walk out on stage to the tune(ish) backdrop of Public Enemy's "Fear Of A Black Planet" in order to remind all the black people in the country that his father is black and in the process provide more fear inducing fodder for the likes of people that are afraid to sit next a good looking black man on the Acela?'
Anyway, I actually really like the song "City Of Blinding Lights". Maybe it's because I got to see U2 perform it at Empire Fulton Ferry State Park a few years ago before the release of "How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb" on a day that I should have been working but instead played hooky because someone called me and said: "Dude! U2 is gonna perform at that park where the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges almost meet in Brooklyn! Can you get out of work?" And I said: "Are you freaking kidding me? I work from home. I'll just set the status on Yahoo Messenger to 'Busy: On A Conference Call' and no one will know the difference. I'll meet you there in 30 minutes." Then we waited for something on the order of three and half hours for U2 to come riding over the Manhattan Bridge on a freakin' flatbed truck playing the Uno Dos Tres Catorce song over and over again, which was pretty freakin' cool ... albeit a total rip off of a stunt pulled by the band with the best frontman ever some twenty nine years earlier:
And while you probably won't recognize me on account of the fact that I wore baggier jeans at the time, I also found the U2 performance on youtube too. Then as now, I remember being at once impressed and repulsed at the linguistic political prowess of Bono for ending his little song intro soliloquy by saying that the "city of blinding lights" in question was in fact: Brooklyn.
And speaking of referencing cities that are no longer cities, you should either read the article about would be Senator Sharon Angle that the rest of this sentence links to, or read the blatant plagiarism below for one of the best punch lines I've heard in a long time.
And speaking of referencing cities that are no longer cities, you should either read the article about would be Senator Sharon Angle that the rest of this sentence links to, or read the blatant plagiarism below for one of the best punch lines I've heard in a long time.
In a recording of the rally provided to The Associated Press by the Mesquite Local News, a man is heard asking Angle : "I keep hearing about Muslims wanting to take over the United States ... on a TV program just last night, I saw that they are taking over a city in Michigan and the residents of the city, they want them out. They want them out. So, I want to hear your thoughts about that."
Angle responds that "we're talking about a militant terrorist situation, which I believe it isn't a widespread thing, but it is enough that we need to address, and we have been addressing it."
"My thoughts are these, first of all, Dearborn, Michigan, and Frankford, Texas are on American soil, and under constitutional law. Not Sharia law. And I don't know how that happened in the United States," she said. "It seems to me there is something fundamentally wrong with allowing a foreign system of law to even take hold in any municipality or government situation in our United States."
Dearborn, Mich., has a thriving Muslim community. It was not immediately clear why Angle singled out Frankford, Texas, a former town that was annexed into Dallas around 1975.
I don't know about you but I'm pretty sure that come November I'll be too busy shopping for clothes that make me look mildly sophisticated yet still in touch with people half my age to remember to vote.
Speaking of me when I was young, the forthcoming audio link will let you hear a guy talk about meeting a guy who I used to try to imitate when I was 9 years old and lived in this house, which was before whoever lives there now built the eye-sore of an addition onto the north side of:
And now, here is the aforementioned forthcoming audio link:
Okay. I'm gonna go now so I can prep for my gig with Nick Africano tonight. It's gonna happen at Rockwood Music Hall. It's gonna happen at 8pm. It's also gonna happen before we go over to Terri's birthday party at Crash Mansion which is gonna happen at 9pm.
Before I do that though, I know you've been wondering how Casey Shea is doing after last night's complete meltdown. Truth be told, it's hard to say. Clearly he was pretty upset. I don't know. I guess he'll be okay though. Believe it or not, he's a pretty resilient guy. I've seen him choke before. I mean, did you see the debut of The Old Fashioned Ladies Club? One can only assume he was the sole reason we were unceremoniously banned from whatever venue we did that show at ... but in a testament to his obliviousness to the futility of life in general, he's agreed to reprise his role of Steve Jackson when The OFLC re-debuts next Wednesday at The Parkside Lounge. So, one can only assume that he'll pull himself up by the bootstraps and live to sing his songs again.
Mwah!
M
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