Little by little by hook or by crook

Continued catharsis direct from Tampa, thanks to Jon et al.

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"Reframing the broader debate as tyrannical Democrats versus freedom-loving Republicans is one that the Republicans can win."

"But that's not the real debate--"

"It is--now they've CHANGED IT."

Hard to believe all of that assholic chicanery went down exactly where I saw this:

Save me from tomorrow

I am posting this here because employing certain social media platforms to convey my personal opinion apparently invites two-second, typed, snotty bursts of uninformed outrage and fact-ish retaliation.

                       

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Money quote: "A party-wide persecution complex where any reference to the collective good is somehow taken as a denigration of an individual's achievement."

Oh, and here's the relevant music:

Buildings crashing down to a cracking ground

Out with the old in Milwaukee. Sidney HiH building, August 2012.

Screen capture from this video.

People, pick up on what I'm putting down now

Just a little something for the gang down in Tampa (to whom I refuse to pay any attention except that which is filtered through the Colbert/Daily Show Socio-Satirical-Industrial Complex).




I wish the DNC would have Neil and Crazy Horse open their big hoo-ha next week with this. That would show 'em!

(It would!)

Now it's much too late for me to take a second look

These webs have caught lots of enticing music bugs for me tonight. This one--oh! I should have been there.



And the other headliner, with surprise guest:

How are we today?

Can't wait.

Radiohead on Austin City Limits "Morning Mr Magpie" from Austin City Limits on Vimeo.

It's all illusion anyway.

And in the middle of the celebrations, I break down

Tomorrow never knows...

August 22, 1969.

Friday Night: No Way To Fake It

You bet I'm posting the seven-minute version of this song.

I'll march this road

Oh, the drama. Still, I love this Simple Minds song that's not by the Simple Minds.



Dang. The Call leader Michael Been:

• died of a heart attack at a music festival at age 60
• his son is in the band Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, and is named Robert Levon Been. I think know where that middle name comes from
• Been played the apostle John in the film The Last Temptation of Christ
• in the late 60s/early 70s, he was in the band that Peter Cetera was in before he was in Chicago Transit Authority. That band was called Aorta

Facts. They can paint a better picture of a man than his one-to-two hit wonders can.

It's always just that little bit more

That doesn't get you what you're looking for
But gets you where you need to go



This voice is like a curve that appears in nature. A nautilus voice.

Black-Eyed Susan dancing in the breeze

August.

Or could it be I sleep alone in my fantasy

Backed by the incomparable Minnie Riperton.



This song, one of my favorites by Stevie, is off of the underrated Fullingness' First Finale. Everyone is all about Innervisions, but this follow-up is my jam.

On the beach we're sitting...

When I shake my pants you know I'm dressed to kill

I bring this to you as a tribute to drummers who sing* and possibly, subliminally because I've been watching men in spandex unitards on television for the last two weeks, and definitely because I heard it on Joe Soto's "Back in the Day" show on V103 in the car tonight.



Also, you might recognize the opening measures of this song.

One more thing: what is the silver vase thing dude in purple unitard on the right is playing?

Oh, and I swear they're singing "and we'll sexalate til the time is right, not "sex away," as all six lyrics sites I have consulted put forth.

*ahem, Levon should be number one.

Like all the rest you'd like to sit and pout

I propose more power pop, please.

Friday Night: And fly like a 747

This is the inaugural post in a new series I came up with five minutes ago: Friday Night.

How many songs are there about going out and getting down tonight, boogieing tonight,
how young the night is? Let us go then, you and I, and find these paeons to blissful anticipation.

And now all I want is to go lose myself in the heaven of a dance floor tonight.

On Repeat: Be it in my own good time

I'm out of the game.

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