Lately I seem to be getting a fair amount of traffic from StumbleUpon, where my blog has been inexplicably categorized as “Classic Rock”.
I can see that visitors from StumbleUpon are only on my site briefly, after which they leave in disgust at being misled here (yes, their disgust is actually logged in my site statistics).
In an effort to please the people coming here looking for the rock that is classic, please accept these pictures of guitarist Steve Howe as a good faith gesture on my part.
I like how this mix is looking, but I’ll probably like it even more when I hear it!
I’m going out of town for a few days, so I probably won’t publish it until sometime early next week.
01 – My Hero, Zero – Lemonheads [allenl]
02 – One More Minute – Weird Al [allenl]
03 – Death on 2 Legs – Queen [allenl]
04 – Three Small Words – Josie and the Pussycats [allenl]
05 – Sixty-eight Guns – The Alarm [allenl]
06 – Julia, we don’t live in the 60’s – The Indelicates [allenl]
07 – 2:19 – Tom Waits [dale]
08 – 40,000 Years B.C. – Gyan [dale]
09 – 96 Tears – The Stranglers [dale]
10 – 25 Minutes To Go – Johnny Cash [dale]
11 – 10 Fingers 11 Toes – The Ponys [dale]
12 – 5 and 1/2 Minute Hallway – Poe [dale]
13 – 100 Years Ago – Rolling Stones [samuraifrog]
14 – Care of Cell #44 – Matthew Sweet & Susanna Hoffs [samuraifrog]
15 – 4 AM – Suggs [samuraifrog]
16 – Swords of a Thousand Men – Tenpole Tudor [samuraifrog]
17 – 1234 – Jack Penate [samuraifrog]
18 – One Hundred Years from Now (Gram Parsons vocal) – The Byrds [samuraifrog]
19 – Summer of ’69 – Bryan Adams [GKL]
20 – Edge of Seventeen – Stevie Nicks [GKL]
21 – If I Had a $1,000,000 – Bare Naked Ladies [GKL]
22 – Four Leaf Clover – Abra Moore [GKL]
23 – #41 – Dave Matthews Band [GKL]
24 – 6th Avenue Heartache – Wallflowers [GKL]
25 – Strawberry Letter 23 – Brothers Johnson [ultramundane]
26 – One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer – George Thorogood [ultramundane]
27 – Take Five – Dave Brubeck [ultramundane]
28 – 10 A.M. Automatic – The Black Keys [ultramundane]
29 – $100 Groom – Paul Westerberg [ultramundane]
30 – Love Me Two Times – The Doors [ultramundane]
31 – Zero – Smashing Pumpkins [bull]
32 – Three Sisters – Jim Carroll Band [bull]
33 – Four Sticks – Led Zeppelin [bull]
34 – Six Pack – Black Flag [bull]
35 – Louis Quatorze – Bow Wow Wow [bull]
36 – 22 Acacia Avenue – Iron Maiden [bull]
37 – Four Minutes To Save the World – Justin Timberlake/Madonna [flanneryalden]
38 – 500 Miles – The Proclaimers [flanneryalden]
39 – 1999 – Prince [flanneryalden]
40 – 99 Red Balloons – Nena [flanneryalden]
41 – Just the Two of Us – Bill Withers & Grover Washington Jr [flanneryalden]
42 – Gimme Three Steps – Lynyrd Skynyrd [flanneryalden]
43 – Four Thousand Days – Luna [splotchy]
44 – Every 1’s A Winner – Hot Chocolate [splotchy]
45 – From A Motel 6 #2 – Yo La Tengo [splotchy]
46 – 106 Beats That – Wire [splotchy]
47 – Expresso 2222 – Gilberto Gil [splotchy]
48 – The Thousandth and Tenth Day Of The Human Totem Pole – Captain Beefheart [splotchy]
As you can see from my Story Virus v3 Memorial, the virus is not thriving at this point, but it’s not quite dead, either.
Alas, I have been infected with it yet again. Here’s the strain I was hit with.
The bus was more crowded than usual. It was bitterly cold outside, and I hadn’t prepared for it. I noticed that a fair number of the riders were dressed curiously. As I glanced around, I stretched my feet and kicked up against a large, heavy cardboard box laying under the seat in front of me. (Splotchy)
Its owner, a fat shifty-looking hillbilly, slouched uncomfortably under the weight of his Bulgarian army surplus wool coat and cap. I could tell he wasn’t cut out for this weather. He jerked around, almost spastic, when he felt the box tap against his feet. He gulped and stared at me bug-eyed, one obscene rivulet of sweat running down his temple, down along his jaw, finally disappearing somewhere between his second chin and the fake fur collar of his coat.
Right away, and for no good reason, he pissed me off. (Bubs)
He would not stop staring at me. I could hear his wheezing breath. I could smell every stinking minute of his sputtering life. My muscles tensed.
We were a little isolated from the rest of the riders. I looked around. Apart from a couple greasy-looking hippies stealing glances in my direction, everyone was in their own dazed world. Another rivulet of sweat began the long journey down the hillbilly’s fat face. He licked his lips.
Enough was enough. I shot my arm up and popped him right between the eyes, snapping his head back. He slumped forward. I felt my anger slowly recede. I reached over him, took the cap off his head and placed it on my own. It smelled like a slaughterhouse, but it would keep me warm.
In the corner of my eye, I noticed the hippies making their way over to me. The man, wearing a dirty poncho and sporting a handlebar mustache, sat down in my seat. I reflexively scooted over to not have him in my lap. The girl, a smallish brunette wearing heavy black eyeliner and a shapeless green coat, sat behind me.
“You see, Snow?” the man said. “I knew he was the one. Did you see that jab?”
“Whatever,” Snow said.
“That was great, man. Snow thought the guy in front of you was the one.”
He must have spotted confusion in my eyes. “We saw the box, but we didn’t know if it was yours.” The man smiled broadly. “I’m Rain. You’re Leaf, right?”
I looked at him more closely. He was wearing a shoulder holster under his poncho. He had deep green eyes that were sharp and serious. The smile left his face as abruptly as it had appeared. “You better get the box ready.” (Splotchy)
I looked him deep in the eyes. There was something familiar there. Something from…
It hit me.
“Dad?” (SamuraiFrog)
“What you talkin’ about, punk?”
“You’re…my Dad. I’ve seen the pictures.”
“The pictures. WHAT pictures?”
“the pictures of you and my Mom, Sally Swinton.”
“Sally! I remember Sally. She was a good one, she was. Whatever happened with her?” (Roger Owen Green)
I didn’t need to tell him. It was none of his business. “She’s in a Cryo Lab in Encino.” Shit.
Rain’s jaw dropped. “Wait, she’s a scientist?”
“No, she has an inoperable tumor. She had herself cryogenically frozen until a cure is found.”
“Sally’s a POPSICLE?”
Snow chuckled and slapped me on the back. “Far out, man.”
I felt anger ripple through me again. I spoke softly through clenched teeth, “She is not a popsicle. She’s my mother.”
The bus stopped. A few riders stepped off.
Rain grabbed the box and jumped out the rear door. When he popped back on his hands were empty. He stared intently out the window as the bus pulled away from the curb and made its way down the block. He turned to me. “How long are they gonna keep her frozen?”
“As long as it takes,” I grumbled.
“That’s gotta take a lot of money. Is she loaded?”
I didn’t like where this conversation was headed. “She does okay.”
Rain stroked his chin for a few moments. “Are you loaded?”
“Nope.”
Rain’s smile returned. “I wanna see her.”
Suddenly, the bus shuddered. Several side windows cracked. My forehead smacked against the seat in front of me as we screeched to a halt. The remaining riders bolted outside, except for the hillbilly, who was still slumped in the same position, sweating and wheezing. Rain and Snow didn’t move. I looked down the street and saw the plume of a fireball.
Rain giggled. “Hey, no sense in letting the box go to waste, right? Let’s go see your mom.” (Splotchy)
Who can I tag? Who can I tag?
I don’t know that the following people will have the time or inclination to continue the virus, so I am tagging a shitpile of them.
Tim
Barbara
Johnny Yen
Jim Woodring
Warren Ellis
Lulu
Eugene Mirman
Jon
Tenacious S
Harvey Pekar
Another entry in my new musical — The Road Warrior.
“Max’s Overture”
Sung by: The Narrator
Description: The opening song, introducing Max to the audience.
The nights are feeling colder
As I am getting older
My memories are fading fast
But I still remember when I last
Saw the Road Warrior
He came from a world better than this
Then fell through the cracks into an abyss
Now no one ever called him Max
Or dared to follow in the tracks
Of the last remaining Interceptor
The engine’s roar was the beat of his heart
Or what was left after it fell apart
A white line nightmare, the shell of a man
But soon he would learn to live again
Let me tell you his story
Ralph Fiennes – Whisper Campaign
I. Sometimes. Get. Burned. Out.
But. Then. I. Realize. I. Can. Do. Anything. I. Want. On. This. Blog.
Even. Exclusively. Use. One. Word. Sentences.
Thanks. For. Your. Concern.
| This sort of looks like a terminal for a Commodore 64, but the font’s not right, and the colors are not right, and I should be typing in all caps.
Other than that, it looks a lot like a Commodore 64 screen. Or maybe it’s a WordPerfect 5.1 screen, except the font’s not right, and the color’s not right, and it’s missing the top menu. Either way, this is all I got. |
Tornado
Danish
There’s not a lot of time left in 2008, but I think there should be just enough for another glorious Green Monkey mix.
So, let’s celebrate music together with Volume 14 of the GMMP series: Numb3r5.
For those intimidated by previous monkey mixes, this one might be a mix for you to try. Of course, the brave-hearted who have participated in the past are also welcome to play.
There is only one rule for this mix, and it is very simple.
All the selections must have a number of some sort in the title. There can be an actual number in the title, or the number can be spelled out (i.e. “Two”). I’ll even allow adjectives like “Seventh”.
For Numb3r5, there will be eight total participants who have six selections to choose. With me in the mix, that leaves seven open slots.
Let’s have some mathematical fun, already! Leave a comment if you want to participate.
UPDATE:
I’m not entirely sure about this, but I *think* the slots have been filled. If I have included you as a participant and you don’t want to play, please let me know.
Anyways, here’s the people who like the number fun:
Allen L.
Dale
SamuraiFrog
GETkristiLOVE
theultramundane
Bull
Flannery Alden
Splotchy
Participants, please leave your choices (song/artist) as a comment on this post. I’ll do the legwork of pulling the songs together.
If I can’t find a song, I might bug you for it, but I normally can get everything myself.