Beach Theatre, originally uploaded by porkfork6.
it was me!!!!!!!
I’ll try to get some of the old content back, other content is lost to the interwebs. Seeing that not so many stroll this way, it shouldn’t be an issue.
Here we are in 2005, what’s changed? What’s so different from 2004? Not much on the radio. I mean last year I was serenaded oh, maybe 150 times with Bob Seger’s “Turn the Page” (you know “On a long lonesome highway east of Omaha”). Because in the history of recorded rock’n roll there was only about a half dozen songs written and performed, four of which happen to be “Turn the Page”Now I don’t have a gripe with Bob Seger, or his ultimate ode to rock’n roll loneliness (some times you can’t hear’m talk, other times you can, is that the same old cliche, is that a woman or a man) [Bob's beard always seem to make him look like a guy, but I guess he must have had to play in cities like Altoona where beards aren't limited to just the men]
But I drift, Clear Channel in their infinite radio coverage makes radio listening so easy for me. Usually when I’m about to shave each and every morning I get to hear Bob’s ballad. And if I’ve been a good little boy, I get to hear Bachman Turner Overdrive’s “Taken Care of Business”, which I suppose is to get my working-man’s juices flowing for a hard days work. Ooooo, I just got to push the enter button, and tap my foot and hum the chorus “I been taken care of business” as I click my mouse. Oooooo feel the burn. Yeah, now I’m laboring.
Thanks for nothing Clear Channel, long gone are the days of ever hearing Frank Zappa’s “We’re Only in it for the Money” As a lunchtime album revisited. Maybe close out lunch with Strawberry Fields by the Beatles. Now I get to hear Beyonce impress me with songs I can never remember (yet they win her prizes, go figure). I don’t know anybody that can name any of her songs. Shouldn’t that be a requirement to winning an award? Somebody somewhere should be able to at least hum the tune, even if they can’t remember the words, or the title.
The music industry is dead. Clear Channel is the cemetery caretaker. Somebody somewhere needs to Tyler Durden Clear Channel. Reclaim the airways, put Bob back in his normal rotation which is once every thirteen months, Saturday night 9:30pm and play the whole concert. BTO, should never be played again–ever. Sorry BTO, you were never the heavy hitters of r’nr. Maybe there’s a chronic masturbator in the bathrooms of Clear Channel who can only achieve release while listening to “taken care of business”? You know what? That probably explains the whole management of Clear Channel, and how they create song lists.
Hurricanes are God’s way of saying, “if you don’t take the Christmas lights down by July 4th, I’m gonna take them down for you”
http://www.cotrout.org/do_fish_feel_pain.htm
I never knew I was being so darned hurtful when I was throwing a casting net into the Gulf of Mexico. Sure I stress the little buggers out. But I let them go, and they continue on their merry way. I think I would be wayyy more stressed out about being one of these little critters, out in the Gulf, with lots of other BIGGER CRITTERS, then nightime comes… Oh wait, that nervousness applies when I’M in the water. But yeah, if I were a little fish, I would be really scared about bigger fish eating me.
If I were a fish the day I get scooped up into a net, then released back into the water, well that’s probably a pretty good day in fish’s life.
“How did you hurt you shoulder?”
“I was doing my Angus Young impersonation.”
“Maybe you should have done your Angus Old impersonation.”
yours turdly,
adam’s 7th grade gym teacher
till the next JLo juggernaut. Sure she’s laying low right now, but she’ll resurface. The old Pork-Swami in me thinks for a Christmas special, she’ll come in lipsynching on an elevated santa’s sleigh, big white poofy faux-fur hat, useless headset that’s plugged into nothing (if your dancing with a mike attached to your skull, it will occaisionally strike your face and a loud “thud” will be broadcast [insert Ben Affleck career joke here]). Phase two of the JLo onslaught is the rapid fire marketing of the latest JLo {bomb} movie, new perfume, crummy cd, tampon dispenser, BBQ joints, dog treats, etc, etc… (Jenny on the Block, just keepin it real puh-lease…. At my request haul away the plastic remnants of Michael Jackson, I’ve got my attention turned to the next celebrity that isn’t dealing with reality. That’s you Jenny-Poo) The Swami has spoken
Not so much a message from God though.
