Whiskey Fire

'Tis The Season!

Not actually for another 24 hrs., but who's counting? Numb yourselves responsibly!

Fingers crossed the new season & New Yr. are better for all, especially all who visit here. (Redundant but sincere.)

Or at least no worse from an arbitrary universe.

— Jolly Xmas Elf M. Bouffant

The Last Ramone

Tommy Ramone Dies





More tributes:

B^4: The Last Original Ramone

tengrain: RIP, Tommy Ramone

DWT: RIP - Tommy Ramone

UPDATE: Here's another trib...ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD THE WEB OF EVIL

Brick Wahl: Rock’n’roll heaven.

B.W. has a picture of the Ramones in 1976 (photo by Bob Gruen). I'd like to think that's the 7 Train, I'd be riding it meself 7 years later.



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Eternal Flame

Just had a brilliant idea: Why not make November 22nd* American Firearms Day? We can each take a few moments to remember the Freedom & Liberty brought to this country by armed crazies wandering the streets while we gloss over the millions murdered, dead or permanently damaged because people like you are trusted w/ firearms in these United Snakes & to remind us all that were it not for guns, we wouldn't need guns!!

Although, in all fairness, to be balanced & objective, no skin off our teeth, so whatevs:

I remember when I was five

We were sittin' in school when the teacher cried

She told everybody that the President died

But that didn't bother me 'cause I was still alive!

Cobbled together from ranted droolings chez moi & a Twit.

Hey Patriots: Let's make 22 Nov. American Firearms Day, to celebrate the Freedom & Liberty guns have brought America. No? How about June 6?

— M. Bouffant (@MBouffant) November 22, 2013

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*April 14th? Wait, use this list.

Hey Thanks, And, Let's Rock

Thanks all for donating. Honestly.

Since We Are Bored

Here are the top six cover songs of a certain class that I have defined and you should shut your gobhole about you semiliterate cabbogues.

6. Happy Mondays, "Step On"

5. Gnarls Barkley, "Gone Daddy Gone"

4. Superchunk, "It's So Hard to Fall in Love"

3. Robert Pollard/Pearl Jam "Baba O'Reilly"

2. Flaming Lips, "Breathe"

1. Redd Kross, "Jesus Christ Superstar"

This list is DEFINITIVE and is NOT OPEN TO QUESTION OR DEBATE you GREAT HORRIBLE SHOWER.

MAS: List does not include Neko Case in any way, as she could sing her phone bill and that would be awesome; hence, automatic cheating. DISQUALIFIED.

Nuts

Phooey.

You're No Rock n' Roll Fun

A young fogey at the American Spectator deplores the popularity of Rock Memoirs -- i.e., autobiographies and ghost-autobiographies of Rock Stars -- because Sammy Hagar's popular reminiscences are self-serving and full of glaring omissions. Therefore, ergo, and to wit:

To say that rock itself, considered in light of the Western classical tradition, is a fundamentally unsophisticated musical form is like saying that Boucher’s portrait of Marie-Louise O’Murphy is slightly better than a stick figure drawing of a naked woman. A course in rock theory will (one hopes anyway) never be offered at Juilliard, not because conservatories are bastions of cultural atavism but because it would be over after a week of lectures.

Gosh.

These are two very precious sentences, to be tenderly cherished forever: they are enwrought with golden and silver light, the blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and the half light, and also too horseshit.

Wherever do they incubate these specimens?

Our young fogey, whose name I have linked to up there but cannot be arsed to remember, is probably right that lots of Rock Memoirs follow a similar Organizational Pattern, but my sweet lord, does this tit not acknowledge the Structural Censorship that makes him speak lamentable gibberish such as the foregoing, or else this:

“All happy families,” Tolstoy wrote in 1873, “resemble one another,” an observation with which many have since disagreed.

Tolstoy said that -- in 1873? How far-ranging your intellect!

And mas:

the above outline might well serve as the RM equivalent of Joseph Campbell’s influental work of comparative mythology, Hero with a Thousand Faces.

Or this:

Richards’ antinomianism is not of a fundamentally different order from that of, say, Criss or Tyler

Yeah, probably not.

And let's spelunk:

For one thing, when one takes a long view of the matter, it becomes difficult to judge rock talent in any meaningful way. Between the 4/4 tempo and snare-driven beat (not rhythm) fleshed out by simple instrumentation and throwaway lyrics (“Yeah, she’s straight / Just won’t wait”) of the “first” rock song, “Rocket 88,” and the abrupt time signature shifts, Mellotron noodling, and pseudo-mysticism (“Nothing is real”) of the “best” rock song, “Strawberry Fields Forever,” there is far less musical progress on display than between two successive symphonies by a minor 19th-century composer.

So much for the Beatles, then. "The White Album? Piffle!"

This is great:

I’m not trying to be a snob.

No, nobody thought you were making any effort in this regard.

An honest list of the records sitting on my shelf right now would include dozens of rock albums, including more than a handful of items by some of the idols whose memoirs I’ve just panned. But I put on albums like Some Girls on what I think are suitable occasions: while playing poker or peeling garlic cloves or polishing glasses.

How charming you are!

When I sit down to listen—really listen, while doing nothing apart from maybe smoking or drinking a cup of coffee—it’s Purcell or Stravinsky I want to hear.

That is very impressive.

Here are some other terrific sentences.

TIBOR FISCHER ONCE WROTE that Martin Amis’ Yellow Dog “isn’t bad as in not very good or slightly disappointing. It’s not-knowing-where-to-look bad. I was reading my copy on the Tube and I was terrified someone would look over my shoulder.”

I have also come to accept that it’s better for me not to think about what I might have read instead: more than half the published fictional output of Henry James, say, or the first three volumes of the Pléiade Voltaire.

Townshend, who is probably the only RM author who can claim to have once been an acquisitions editor for the venerable London publishing house Faber and Faber (a position held by T.S. Eliot)

Yes, you aced sophomore year. Could you now... not talk anymore?

We've read... books?

Thanks much.

(What ghastly shite.)

Romney's Hands Must Not Be Clean, Nor His Heart Pure

New slogan for the Mitt Movement. Yes, it's bullshit from a moron. Here Mitt indicates his love for "sport:"But why wouldn't they use the original? Oh.

New American Standard Bible (©1995) He who has clean hands and a pure heart, Who has not lifted up his soul to falsehood And has not sworn deceitfully.

Here, a Mormon uses the original verse from the Psalm while detailing his porno addiction. (I wonder if that all began at a Marriott.)

Righteousness:As to whiny complaints about being accused of talking through one's magic Mormon hat, "who the cap fits, he must wear it."— M. "Zen Rasta" Bouffant

Thers Said I Could Curse Here

by Evan Hurst

Hi. I'm new. If you've known of me in the past, it's because I spent a few years toiling in the gay rights movement at a place called Truth Wins Out. I've written a few things for the Wonkette as well. I still write a few things for the Wonkette, though I have Left The Gay Rights Movement And Not A Second Too Soon, Thank Jeebus, so I am not at the other place anymore. After the whole White Hot Summer of Chicken Protests, where all sides just sort of embarrassed the fuck out of themselves over, ahem, chicken joints, I think I can safely say I don't really want to talk about gay stuff at the moment. I mean, I still want equality, but Jesus Christ.

That said, I firmly agree with the ethos of this place, which, I believe, is "civility is bullshit," so I figure I'll pop in here and say hi a few times a week, do the same at the Wonkette, and otherwise pursue my real career goals, which involve music. Not chicken protests. Music.

For now, though, mostly because I haven't opened up my Google Reader today and have no idea what's going on, other than that Republicans are really doing everything they can to lose the lady vote at the moment, I'm just sayin' hi. And I'll post a song, which has no significance whatsoever except that I've been listening to it all day. So here is some Björk and then I'll see you next time I feel like yelling about something, 'kay? 'Kay. 

 

Happy Nigel Tufnel Day!

Celebrate responsibly, my friends.

 

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