This just in: A plastic surgeon has rigged his car so that it runs on fat left over from liposuction. He calls it a 2009 Kirsty Alley GT.
Recently Clay Aiken said, on his blog, that Adam Lambert singing made his ears bleed; as the only two openly gay "American Idol" contestants, you'd think they'd have each other's back and stick together in the end. Wait, that didn't sound right . . .
This Iranian election is ugly. Now, instead of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, you know who they think the winner is? al Franklinejad.
Since you asked:
When did bands become simply an audio fashion accessory? Now instead of listening to great music for the sake of great music, identifying your music preference is more of a way of posturing your social hipness status. The more obscure and independent the band you like the hipper you are. Today the Beatles wouldn't stand a chance. Way too mainstream, corporate and fascist.
It was interesting to go back a peruse Eagle guitar great, Don Felder's "Heaven and Hell" bio about his time with the big buck birds. When he joined he would not of spent his money on an Eagle album. He identified them as country and he associated country with dumb rednecks where he grew up in Gainesville. Felder's taste ran more to Clapton and Yes and B.B. King. To quote Matt Dillon's indy rocker character in Cameron Crowe's "Singles" it's all lifestyle and beer music.
People ask me all the time, they ask, Lex, what with possibly connecting your blog to Twitter, Facebook, video clips from Hulu and YouTube and getting pictures posted straight from your cell phone, how come "A little Bit bad" is so bare bones with just writing? And by asking all the time I mean nobody has ever asked . . .
We, all the good people here at A.l.B.b. made a concerted effort to keep the running inside ironic joke of it being an old fashioned blog. We want to fly in face of the 144 character limit of Twitter. Yes, it is a "web log" but it is also a salute to the days when people wrote letters to other people and people read them without the limitations of having A.D.E.S. (Attention Deficet, ewwwww, shiney) Thanks to my facebook friend PKM for that.
Plus we don't know how to do any of that other crap.
Recently Clay Aiken said, on his blog, that Adam Lambert singing made his ears bleed; as the only two openly gay "American Idol" contestants, you'd think they'd have each other's back and stick together in the end. Wait, that didn't sound right . . .
This Iranian election is ugly. Now, instead of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, you know who they think the winner is? al Franklinejad.
Since you asked:
When did bands become simply an audio fashion accessory? Now instead of listening to great music for the sake of great music, identifying your music preference is more of a way of posturing your social hipness status. The more obscure and independent the band you like the hipper you are. Today the Beatles wouldn't stand a chance. Way too mainstream, corporate and fascist.
It was interesting to go back a peruse Eagle guitar great, Don Felder's "Heaven and Hell" bio about his time with the big buck birds. When he joined he would not of spent his money on an Eagle album. He identified them as country and he associated country with dumb rednecks where he grew up in Gainesville. Felder's taste ran more to Clapton and Yes and B.B. King. To quote Matt Dillon's indy rocker character in Cameron Crowe's "Singles" it's all lifestyle and beer music.
People ask me all the time, they ask, Lex, what with possibly connecting your blog to Twitter, Facebook, video clips from Hulu and YouTube and getting pictures posted straight from your cell phone, how come "A little Bit bad" is so bare bones with just writing? And by asking all the time I mean nobody has ever asked . . .
We, all the good people here at A.l.B.b. made a concerted effort to keep the running inside ironic joke of it being an old fashioned blog. We want to fly in face of the 144 character limit of Twitter. Yes, it is a "web log" but it is also a salute to the days when people wrote letters to other people and people read them without the limitations of having A.D.E.S. (Attention Deficet, ewwwww, shiney) Thanks to my facebook friend PKM for that.
Plus we don't know how to do any of that other crap.
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