We have a summer thunderstorm tonight, and Lucy the Orange, Leaky-ass Chickenshit Dawg is hiding under the bed, while the cats are trying to figure out whether they should be chasing the lightning, the raindrops, the hail; or just generally being shit-scared of the sturm und drang.
Animals. well, at least they make more sense than Republicans. Although they also manage to get existentially scared of stuff that really doesn’t threaten them at all. I like that idea: The Modern Republican Party: Terrified and Hiding Under the Bed.
Speaking of which, an excellent discussion of Turdwaffle and other Republican dirtvergers over at LGM. Based on a superb article kneecapping Turdwaffle at the New Republic; further extrapolation at Political Environment.
Post title is a cheap ploy to get Mendacious D to pop up into the bloggerhood again through referencing a Japandroids song. It is a faint hope; but I continue to beat my head against the walls that the bloggerhood have throne up.
Also, BG is trying to put together a stoned overnight in Colorado to watch Genesis videos. She’s weird.
It needs to be said that after dithering for half a year, I pulled the trigger for Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. And amusingly enough, we got slightly better seats than my friend who bought right out of the gate. Anyways, between that on Friday and the Old 97s on Sunday, we are continuing a big ramp up to the Big Gig. Not to mention the Elvis show of last week, or the Something To Do rock party last weekend.
Me, I finished up the model diagram of the silly little strip building I am working on, and tomorrow have to move into some SERIOUS code work on a 7 story building. But in the interim, you know who I’m thinking of?
Oh yeah, Chrissie Hynde has released her first solo album, Stockholm and do I have to tell you it is fine? Of course it is, and here is here first single, official viddy:
Do I have to tell you? Of course I’ve seen the Pretenders. Simple Minds opened up, because Chrissie was pregger with Jim Kerr’s spawn at the time. Coincidentally enough, it was in the same hall which I saw the Clash and will be seeing Nick Cave this week (albeit it has now been drastically remodeled).
(on the same night that we saw the latter-day Clash, Frank Sinatra was at the adjacent shell; my favorite was the parking structure that has a sign saying “Welcome Clash/Sinatra Fans” like it was some bizarro world double bill. A Sinatra patron was busted for lighting a pipe, not filled with anything illegal. Ahhh, Milwaukee during Harold Breier’s era.)
And here is how she played it live with The Roots on Fallon’s show:
Jeebus fuck, no wonder Elvis did his last album with the Roots.