.39 inches of rain fell like God in Lucky Town last week. I walked out of the Horseshoe and into it on Tuesday night, getting drenched and feeling mighty fine. We were back up to the hundreds by the weekend but it didn’t stop me from having a good time.
I was dragged onto the dancefloor by no less than 3 fine young ladies at the Dale Watson show at the Continental on Saturday night and I was treated to a special encore performance featuring blues songstress Skye Downing. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday night after work in Lucky Town USA no matter how you slice it, sure to beat any action anywhere except maybe Damascus or New York City.
The Gay Pride Parade in the Big Apple on Sunday probably felt like the 21st Century had finally arrived. New York’s a big state with 29 representatives in the House and a big slice of the electoral pie. It’ll be interesting to see how many politicians will join the New Century, suddenly having firm support for same-sex marriage next November. The people have spoken.
And the people have been shut DOWN. It turns out that 1.5 million people can be wrong, at least, they won’t be able to file a class suit against a corporation like Walmart even if they are right. Another ruling for big business in the land of the free by a conservative Supreme Court.
In the Other Hemisphere, Friday nights in Syria continue to be some real heavy shit. Some 20 protestors were gunned down in the city of Homs, 4 more than last Friday. Heavier still was the headline that half of the world’s refugees are running from U.S. Wars. They’d do well to keep running.
Even though Congress voted nay on authorizing operations in Libya last week, they did not vote to cut the funding for War efforts. Good luck brother and who knows? Maybe this diaspora can land in a cool country like the Netherlands with socialized healthcare, beautiful women and net neutrality.
Can you imagine if we were involved in three Wars, all at once? The first person to use the words “freedom” or “democracy” gets a Noam Chomsky book upside their head.
It’s the minutes, Brother, there you go. I can handle MY trouble, can you?
It didn’t take long for Metallica sell out of its pressing of And Justice For All on green vinyl last week but those who missed out on one of the thousand copies can perhaps curl up in a snake layer onesie while playing the Metallica monopoly game. It’s the same old story, rock n roll is dead.
I finished reading “Enter Night”, the latest biography on the band, and I have to give it to writer Mick Wall. He actually gives some credibility to the bands early days as pioneering “long-haired punks” before concluding what we already know about rock n roll. Metallica might not have been singing about the usual get-girl or wizard fare on their thrash-swan song but it comes as no surprise that one of the working titles for Justice was “Wild Chicks, Fast Cars And Lots of Drugs”.
“it’s every Bastard for himself
the last Century hasn’t ended yet.
Bring us the head of the King
the last Century hasn’t ended yet.” Off This Century, Unwound
Momento mori.
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