In other movie/documentary news, I saw The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus yesterday, and it featured the Rolling Stones (natch), Jethro Tull, The Who, and a few bands I'd never heard of before. One standout in the lineup was The Dirty Mac. For those unfamiliar (like I was), The Dirty Mac was a project between John Lennon, Keith Richards, Eric Clapton, and Mitch Mitchell. I was skeptical at first because it involved John Lennon, and I don’t really like the Beatles that much. (There, I said it. Get over it.) But their music was actually really good! When they were finished with the song proper, the band just started jamming, and I got up to get a glass of water. When I came back, I saw a horrifying sight on the screen: Yoko Ono’s bony, scarecrow ass was up on the stage (seriously, that woman‘s ass is so flat you could use it for carpentry. “I‘m not sure this section of floor is planed-out just right... Hey Yoko! Come over here and sit down right there! I'll get the feeler-gauges.”), just hanging around awkwardly. Then she started wailing into the microphone. Not singing mind you, just making noise. She was sharing the microphone with this guy playing a violin, and he had this uncomfortable grin on his face, the same kind of grin you see on the face of a parent whose kids are running amok in public, and they are unsure of what action to take, or on the face of a guy whose girlfriend/wife is making a scene in a restaurant. In addition to that, he kept shooting looks back at Lennon as if to say: “John, we discussed this before and I said NO.” It’s official: Yoko Ono can ruin anything. Just like Courtney Love. The rest of the show was great; every act except the Stones played one song each, and the Stones played about 5 of them, most of which would show up on "Beggars' Banquet," one of my favorite Rolling Stones albums of all time. Anyway, here's a video of The Dirty Mac, without Yoko. Unfortunately, this is the only song by The Dirty Mac I could find that wasn't a cover. Talk about what could have been!
I'm home. Percocet gift bag and an ultrasound in the morning. For now, it's phlebitis, ultrasound is to make sure I don't have clots. Yippee.
I know I out this song in the general music thread already, but I think it's already been booted from youtube because of the traces of tits. Songs been stuck in my head all damn day. <a class="postlink" href="http://vimeo.com/25178942" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://vimeo.com/25178942</a>
Poopourrii's beer mystery reminded me of this. If they had left an appletini I think I would have it solved.
Forgot to mention: Tonka is a fucking dickhead. We went to NH yesterday. To express his dismay, he chewed the power cord on my $1000 band saw in half. He also chewed the power cord on my shop vac in half, and chewed on some of the wiring I had run in the basement. Glad I hadn't hooked it up to power yet. However, now I have to run a new section of wiring, which means I have to take down three panels of drywall. What kind of retard chews on wiring? Oh, and the doctor I saw said "No drinking with the pills I gave you". Who dares me? Anyone? Anyone?
My wife... Although sometimes there's too much, and she has to spit instead. How are a suntanned girl and a Thanksgiving turkey similar? Spoiler The white meat is the best part. Dat:
It's free beer, personally delivered, I certainly wouldn't quibble on the quality. I am assuming that since they are bottles they can't be tampered with so you wont wake up to find yourself with a hair brush in your nether regions.
Hey. Guess who is having a good weekend so far. Caught a foul ball at the Braves game last night and spent all day at the lake today skiing and tubing and drinking beers? Now checking out the WDT? Nope, it's me.
I think someone put alcohol in these beers. Quite odd. I knocked on my neighbor's door to see if he wanted to drink while I got my smoker going for this shindig I'm having tomorrow. Worth knowing, my neighbor is so black he's purple. He's working on his MBA, but I swear to god he's more gully than almost anyone I've ever met. Ray: So dissin' here beer was free?! Me: I mean, it was in front of my door, so...yeah. Crazy, right? Ray: That's some shit right thur. Chahaha. Pork is burnin'! Me: What? Ray: Bet me. Me: It's a smoker, dude. Ray: Bet me. Me: What the fuck are you talking about It's a SMOKER. This thing is going to take like, ten hours. Ray: Yeah, you prolly' right. Me: Are you already drunk?!? Ray: WHAT? Nah...yeah, chahaha. I'm headed out to a bar to see my friend who's back in town for the weekend and I have a sneaking suspicion that Ray is going to do something to my pork shoulders. Night y'all.
It's raining like a motherfucker outside, which is nice because its cooling the entire house down. It's even become hot in my basement, which is just unfair.