Friday, June 6, 2008

June 06, 2008 Earworm




As you prepare to start the weekend, please keep in mind that when you come across a body in the road, you should, at the very least, call 911. Should you want to do something nice for the world around us, you should also send emails to the two top political bags - douche and scum - and tell them to stop holding up the Ship Strike Reduction Act of 2008 and that you just might be willing to spend a few cents more on your imported gadgets and things if it saves only one of the three hundred remaining white whales from being a statistic in the nautical hit and run game. I mean, really, it's the least Cheney and Bush can do. Well, that and to let the door him them on the way out.

And then you can put down your granola and hug a tree.

I'd recommend Jessica James and The Outlaws' 1966 flop, "Give Her Up (Baby)", as a great driving song but no one can afford to drive anymore. Instead, I offer it up as a great motivator for dancing in the living room, getting those chores done, or singing into a hair brush while practicing your Dusty Springfield's Drag 101 Hand Gestures.

Jessica, of course, was really Peggy Santiglia and Peggy Santiglia was once a member of The Angels. As Peggy Farina, she and Bob Gaudio wrote one of the best (and under appreciated )4 Seasons songs (that will have to wait for another day) and the world is a much nicer place having had Peggy in it. Sultry and sassy, she sounds like a angel who has lost her halo on "Give Her Up (Baby)", on the verge of exposing valuable assets to keep her Baby.

To recap:
1)Call for help when encountering a body in the road
2)Emails to thing one and thing two to save a whale
3)Groove along to "Give Her Up (Baby)
4)Granola and tree hugging (optional)

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

June 05, 2008 Eaworm




I finally saw "Reservation Road" and got an eyeball on the current state of Tracey Dey / Nora Ferrari. Nora is better than the movie and comes on like the tough broad I've always suspected Tracey Dey to be and the small bit she has is so unnecessary that I have to think that she's the friend of the mother of the ____________ and was written in as a favor.

Since the movie is a bit of a mess, I offer up Tracey's second single, "Long Time, No See", which is like a puppy when it's family comes home: unfocused, wiggly, leaving a little bit of a mess in it's wake, and absolutely adorable because of it. I still think the girl could sing anything - that may have been the reason for her lack of success - and here she comes on like a country girl let loose in a biker bar. And she gets to sing "Telephone...ting-a-ling", and that, for some reason, makes me love the whole silly thing.

June 04, 2008 Eaworm



So, thanks to Kmatt, I've finally given in to Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds' "Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!" and I am glad. Apparently enough years have gone by that I can now listen to Nick Cave without my eyes burning from the memory of patchouli and the vision of Bob Nance, strung out and laughing at the jokes of a vacuum cleaner.

Lazarus, now Larry (and gee, thanks for that, Nick!)takes his resurrection on the road to all the familiar modern Sodoms where he finds that not everyone is up to the challenge of a second chance. Like Tatum O'Neal or Hillary Clinton...

As I'd already been pondering missed opportunities and the second chances my life has experienced, as well as what, exactly, makes a person make the right choices, this album fits like a glove. Oh, and I've decided that there are no right choices, only what you make of the ones you've chosen.

postscript: I seem to have opened a door with this one and not the one to the Nick Cave fan club. Hello, fellow former(ish) Baltimore kids. Drop a line and say "hello" - pres2go@aol.com. If not, I'm glad both you and I are alive to remember and I hope that you are doing well, found some sort of happiness, and are no longer torturing your hair. Kind regards, Larry

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

June 03, 2008 Eaworm



While Clapton is God and Weller is my personal Saviour, The Jesus and Mary Chain declared "Bo Diddley Is Jesus" back in 1987 on the UK 7" double pack of "April Skies" (but not on the twelve inch or the cd because it's all so freakin' collectible, ain't it...). Although this trifle still sounds good without amphetamine, it still makes me want amphetamine which makes it either timely or timeless yet my coffee intake leaves me unable to decide.

The wait for the resurrection begins now and something tells me that this one will be much groovier.

Rest in foot slapping peace, Ellas Otha Bates a.k.a Ellas McDaniel a.k.a Bo Diddley a.k.a Jesus.

Monday, June 2, 2008

June 02, 2008 Eaworm



It's hard to stay angry with someone when they walk away from tense words and play "Sugar Sugar" ten times in a row. Well, unless you happen to be our neighbors and it is after one o'clock in the morning. In that case, it may be quite easy to stay angry. Now that we've learned that the people who purchased the McMansion behind our house are planning to put up a nine foot privacy fence, I have to wonder if they are diabetic.

I'm excited about the fence, though. I've been trying to figure out a way to get the honeysuckle to grow upward to hide that horror-where-a-forest-used-to-be for quite a while and with a few discreetly placed staples, I think that I may soon have my solution.

I might even plant some sugar.

To see the beginning of Sabrina The Teenage Witch's prostitution ring, watch the video:



To remember: Yves St Laurent



08/01/1936 - 06/01/2008
Dress In Peace