The Wall Won’t Be Built


That’s a prediction, but if I were a betting man, I’d definitely bet against.

Mexico’s not paying.

The residents near the border don’t support it.

The Pussy Grabber is losing popularity, therefore power and clout.

Caveat: If he builds a wall like the Stonehenge replica in Spinal Tap, it doesn’t count.

 

Polaroid of the Day


Time to deal with my analog problems.

I bought these Double Seconds steel drums from Panyard in Akron, OH, in 1996 when I lived in Long Creek, SC. They’ve spent most of that time in storage. I was going to sell them, and then I decided to learn to play them.

Fun.

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FYI, the Backsteet Boys Were Once Nominated for a Grammy Album of the Year


The Who never was.

Led Zeppelin never was.

Joe Satriani was. 15 times. But he never won.

Katy Perry? 0 for 13 (which is alright by me).

Bob Dylan was, but not for Highway 61 Revisited or Blood on the Tracks.

The Captain and Tennille were nominated for Song of the Year. Really.

Neil Diamond–Neil fucking Diamond–was nominated for Song Sung Blue. which might be the only song he wrote that was worse than Sweet Caroline (and at least Song Sung Blue doesn’t ruin every single eighth inning at Fenway Park). Or maybe his worst song was I Am I Said. No, I think it was Play Me. . .

Beyonce didn’t get her Grammy for racial reasons? It may be true, partially. But I don’t think that her skin color or her questioning of the system is the necessary and sufficient element in denying her  a meaningless trophy. My proof? I got none. I have no idea what goes on in the heads of those morons. If we really want to give an Album of the Year award, we should probably have a five-year waiting period. Sometimes the Grammys get it right  (or close enough), like with Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.  Other times, they just get it completely wrong, like with Billy Joel’s 52nd Street (let the arrows start to fly, Piano Man lovers).

And in the end,  I really don’t get why anyone cares. We give stupid awards ceremonies more weight when we say they matter. The Meta-Bug staff, to a person, hasn’t watched an awards ceremony in years. Apparently, the unintentional boycott has not affected the viability of the institutions.

 

 

 

Get It Where You Can. Yer gonna need it.


Lyrics that make me smile

We are driving on the ceiling
There are aliens on motorcycles
Riding in the radio while we destroy the world
I said – oh oh, oh no no
The news it read, the future’s dead
When Elvis went to Hollywood
That’s when everything went wrong.

From “When Elvis Went to Hollywood”, Adam Durtiz

News Blackout, Day 4, 16 left.


I’m trying to avoid the annoying, and I realize that for the moment the best thing I can do is concentrate on my home and kids, and get ready for the onslaught. Living in MA, my vote doesn’t make a whole lot of difference, so I need to figure out what I can do that will keep the next 4 years from being normalized.

In the meantime, it’s more music. I’ve been reexamining the Prelude and Fugue in F minor from Book II of JS Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier. I’d recommend a performance, but I can’t find one online that I really like.

Here’s Bernie Sanders conducting the choral works (not really).

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And it’s only 39 days until pitchers and catchers report.

 

Still Avoiding Politics: The Sound Track


Because I’m just cleaning the kitchen

I can listen to music that has words.

The Ride is Los Lobos’ 11th album. It has other artists covering their songs, while they play along. Lots of good fun. Tom Waits, Bobby Womack, Mavis Staples, Ruben Blades, (anti-Israel asshole)Elvis Costello…The Ride

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