This Friday I will be doing one of my streaming audio shows and the main event will be a David Bowie set in tribute to the lad insane, himself. Also if I can manage it tribute versions of Pink Floyd's The Wall and the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert. So it'll be a heck of a night. The means of tuning in have long since changed and I can't automagically take requests like the old days, but never fear I'll do a post in here on how to get plugged in come showtime.
Okay, this is going to be a longshot and a half. For those of you who have seen the DVD of Jethro Tull live at Madison Square Garden 1978, what is the name of that instrumental piece they do after Locomotive Breath and the Dambusters theme?
I have seen Not Another Happy Ending. With the unfortunate presence of Generic Lantern Jawed Pretty Boy as the other half of the romance, it's not a bad movie at all. The movie, however, is rescued by one Karen Sheila Gillan. Now I have enjoyed Miz Gillan's work in the past, especially with Doctor Who (read: total screaming fanboy) and this was no exception. The reason I place this movie among the immortals, however, is because of a woefully short segment in which the aforementioned Kazza is, barring a hat, naked as a jaybird.
All I can think of a line from Sanford And Son - "Must be jelly 'cause jam don't shake like that".
There is indeed one one thing, one other piece to the puzzle to return me to life, as it were. It involves the return of a certain internet show I used to have the honor to host based around good times, music, sex, copious amounts of alcohol and that chap in my icon, there.
Soon, babies. Soon.
Well, here it is a little over three years since the morning when everything went straight in the dumper. Literally, in some cases. I won't insult you by pretending I'm even vaguely proud of some of the things I did along the way to keep body and soul together and a roof over my head. But I did what I did and here I am today as a result of it - barely able to walk, most of the time, the poster boy for Chronic Fatigue and possessing two full outfits to my name. But I'm alive. I've had two nervous breakdowns and a suicide attempt, but nope - still here. I plan to keep it that way. Rock and roll, babies. Rock and roll.
“You’re not helping yourself if it turns out that President Barack Obama can made a deal with the most intransigent, hardline, unreasonable, totalitarian mullahs in the world, but not with Republicans, maybe he’s not the problem!” - Jon Stewart
Well, Jon, the problem isn't with the mullahs. The problem is with a load of teabaggin' Republicanoid mullah-fakirs, and a bigger bunch of no account two-bit mullah-fakirs you'd be hard to find than Ted Cruz and the rest of the Tea Baggers. Don't like me calling them that? Tell them to knock it the hell off with tea bagging the country I call home - and THAT is the name of THAT tune.