A coworker is listening to Journey. I need ear disinfectant now. Maybe some Cross Canadian Ragweed, yeah, this’ll do… “Last night I went down to the railroad tracks to watch that train roll by…99 cars screaming into the dark, I heard the lonesome whistle cry…With her name on my arm and the rain coming down, I kissed her for the very last time…I took her down to the railroad tracks, and her dead, red lips touched mine, time to rock and roll, time to hoochie-coo…yeah, shake that thaaaaang, baby, love me do…”
Archive for January, 2009
…yep, that’s right. She will be here in a little bit.
Hey, it could be worse. I could have taken the route of the guy in this song. 😉
Now playing at The Roadhouse, Sirius Ch. 62: “….Now you better do some thinkin’ then you’ll find, you got the ooooonly daddy that’ll walk the line…”
1968, the year that song came out, I later found to be a hell of a year for country music. “Mama Tried,” “D-I-V-O-R-C-E,” “Harper Valley P.T.A,” “Folsom Prison Blues,” and “Wichita Lineman” all came out that year as well. I love all those songs, though “Harper Valley P.T.A” seems to be one of those songs that comes up a bit too frequently in the Country Legends 97.1 playlist…
Oh, SON OF A…! 9:35 am: “hey Lizzie, well, a man’s got to have a dream, and if you can’t walk on the inside with me, I’ll meet you in between…oh, come with me Lizzie, and the stars will write your name…and if you think I’m a-lyin’ to ya, look a-yonder, there comes the rain…” Yep, my favorite Tanya Tucker tune…
And now for something completely different! 9:47 am, at the Boneyard, Sirius Ch. 19: “NOW! Let my people go, land of Goshen…GO! I will be with thee, bush of fire…BLOOD! Running red and strong, down the Nile…PLAGUE! Darkness three days long, hail to fire…”
For those of you not well versed in metal, that is Metallica’s “Creeping Death,” from their 1984 sophomore album Ride the Lightning. Based on the tale of the plagues inflicted on the Egyptians in the Book of Exodus, it’s one of my two favorites from that album, the other being “For Whom The Bell Tolls.” For being so young and inexperienced, they came up with some great music back then.
and columns like this one are a perfect illustration of why…
I can still see the horrifying vision of Charleton Heston holding a musket aloft in front of the NRA meeting in Denver days after the Columbine massacre.
Really? I thought the fact that he wasn’t holding a modern military longarm rendered his actions to be just a load of theatrical crap. Horrifying? Not by a long shot.
I doubt the Second Amendment rights are as broad as you may believe.
The Founding Fathers would beg to differ.
But as a parent, an American and a human, I have to point out that just because it’s constitutional doesn’t mean it’s wise or good.
REALLY. So what OTHER rights so many have fought, bled and died for would you restrict and eliminate for the safety of teh childrenses?
If you doubt that, and you’re a strong Second Amendment advocate, tell me how you feel about the First Amendment’s free speech rights that guarantee that include the right to burn the American flag.
As a libertarian minarchist who really does support the Constitution and the natural, God-given rights protected by the Bill of Rights, no ifs, ands OR BUTS, I have absolutely no problem with that whatsoever. I think a lot of flag-burners are full of it, but they have rights just like you and I do and as long as they’re not hurting anyone they should be free to do or say anything they wish. Why do you and your cohorts not talk about the fact that this guy wasn’t intercepted before he snapped? Why do you insist on focusing on just the tool he used instead of the ultimate reasons he did what he did? Look, I hate it as much as anyone, but more gun restrictions ARE NOT THE ANSWER any more than a lawnmower is the solution to a weed problem in your yard.
“Portland shooting puts mental health and easy access to handguns at issue.” What the hell ever. People who know better than that damn lawyer (and me, for that matter) have pointed out that guns of all kinds are harder to get now than at any time in American history. As the old saying goes, “gun control cannot survive without an accompanying sea of disinformation.”
…what Patsy Cline did to “Faded Love” was just ALL wrong. I never was a big fan of the whole countrypolitan thing anyway, and to have anything from Bob Wills done in that style just rubs me the wrong way. She had a hell of a voice no matter what she recorded, though (I still love “Walkin’ After Midnight”), and so, for that matter, did Jim Reeves.
Oh, guess what I just heard? Johnny Cash’s “A Boy Named Sue” without the annoying bleep in the middle!
The Rogers commission confirmed the cause of the Challenger disaster explosion to have been caused by a leak through the faulty O-ring seal in one of the solid rocket boosters. According to testimony by Morton-Thiokol engineer Boisjoly, management put pressure on the engineers to OK the launch saying: “Take off your engineering hat and put on your management hat.” The recommendation was reversed, discounting the concern about the O-rings as being “inconclusive” and launch was recommended, “based on their engineering assessment”, even though the engineers had no part in this recommendation. In spite of concerns expressed by others, NASA managers decided to approve the boosters for launch despite the fact that the predicted launch temperature was outside of their operational specifications and any test conditions.
Wow. Just, wow. “Take off your engineering hat and put on your management hat.” I just really don’t know what to make of that. I’d have been thinking, and probably saying out loud, “Hey, Sparky, if we take off our engineering hats, PEOPLE COULD DIE.” Particularly gruesome deaths too, as from what I’ve read in other places, the astronauts likely survived until they hit the waters of the Atlantic. I haven’t a clue as to whatever became of those managers, but with that kind of callous disregard for the safety of the Challenger astronauts I am inclined to think that public hangings would have been too good for them. For all I know this point I am about to make could have been made back then, but I can’t help but think the fact that the concern about the O-rings was there at all should have been enough to scrub the launch. I thought the only way the engineers would have given things the green light is if they were absolutely sure the components would have been able to withstand the stresses they’d have been subjected to. And I didn’t think that those concerns being “inconclusive” equated to being absolutely sure, especially when people’s lives were at stake. I thought in a field like that there would have been strictly-adhered-to higher standards, economic and political considerations be damned. Perhaps things have changed since then, but still a question comes to mind…
Government…is there anything it can’t fuck up?
…that I ain’t heard in a hell of a long time, at The Roadhouse: “I tried to love her, without any strings…but a modern-day romance has left me some old-fashioned pain…”
Just found in my closet: A green plastic ammo box, with 50 rounds of .38 Special and 50 rounds of .357 Magnum…and I sold my Ruger GP-100 some time ago. I really, really need to replace that piece in my collection…
…at Willie’s Place, Sirius Ch. 64: “You’re my kind of woman, and I’m your kind of man…maybe that’s the reason, it got so out of hand…”
That big hit from ’75 has always been my favorite Gary Stewart tune, and one I hadn’t heard in a long time. I can’t even remember the last time I heard it on Rowdy Yates’ show. I don’t ever hear it on Country Legends 97.1, as it seems they’re always playing “She’s Actin’ Single (I’m Drinkin’ Doubles).” Which isn’t a bad song at all, but there were other songs in his catalog, you know…I still think that’s probably the best terrestrial radio station around here, but apparently there are only so many songs you can program into that computer. Why the hell did I wait so long to get this?
Yep, that woman’s got me wrapped around her finger. I just drove about 70 miles round-trip to see her after working all day. Even if I wasn’t off tomorrow, even if I’d had to drive twice as far it’d have been worth it. Yes, indeed…