The Other Elvis

ELVIS COSTELLO-Pump It Up

My son was watching this with me and seemed perplexed. "That doesn't look like Elvis," he said. "Honey, there is more than one Elvis, it's just a name. Isn't this Elvis fun?" He watched for awhile and then asked, "What's wrong with his legs?"

Wouldn't You LiKe To Be A Pepper Too?

RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS-Fight Like a Brave

I can never decide how I feel about the RHCP. There are things I like about them, and things that I am not so excited about. For instance, I love their goofiness, but have a hard time with them because they are so "LA." I definitely liked their original guitar player, Hillel. Sadly, I don't think he liked himself very well. Anyhow, I submit to you vintage Peppers for your viewing pleasure. One last comment, Flea is awesome!

The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

SIGUE SIGUE SPUTNICK-Love Missile F1-11

Wow. That's about all I can say. A major label actually funded this. What were they thinking.

80's-O-Riffic

The future seemed so much more interesting then. What happened?

Holy Crap! Nothing Has Changed!

So I had the great fortune of spending time with one of my mom's dear friends this past weekend. We talked for quite some time. We reminisced about old times. We used to vacation in the previously mentioned cabin in Wisconsin with her and her family for years when I was growing up. I had a mini breakdown when we were on vacation, as being there was another "first" without my mom. It was always a source of such fond memories and now it seemed somehow changed. Anyhow, back to mom's friend. We recalled all the silly times we spent together. And then she started recalling my less than stellar behavior that reared its ugly head during my teenage years up there.

Before I know it, she starts telling me how she was so worried about me because I was so enthralled with music. Apparently, I forced her to listen to some of my music (who knows what it was). She said she told me at the time that I should not make music such a focus in my life. I know the undertone here is that I should always have God at the center of my life. She must have looked at me on Friday night and thought she saw a respectable adult woman who had "turned her life around." I am afraid to say that I don't think I have really changed that much. Generally, I no longer ride around with driver's who pull over to puke, but I still like my music and I like it loud. Perhaps it is an addiction, but it really has brought nothing but happiness and a bit of hearing loss to my life. I didn't think it was wrong then and I don't think it is wrong now.

Video of the Day

WALL OF VOODOO-Mexican Radio
Remember the early days of MTV when they actually occasionally played cool videos? I would stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning to wait for something they announced 3 hours before they played it. Wow, I had a lot of free time.

Get Lucky Lines From Hell

I was reading Coaster Punchman's blog and thinking about the various reasons I dumped people. But then I got to thinking, what about those that really didn't make it to full "dumped" status. Those few and proud that gave you a line that pretty much just ended it right then and there. Here are a few of my favorites.

1. "Smile, honey. You look much prettier when you smile."
This was an idiot in South Carolina who clearly mistook me for some southern belle who would be fetchin' slippers for him. Yeah, no.
2. "Don't worry, I'm Catholic."
What? Don't worry? You don't believe in birth control? Time to zip up the pants.
3. "Do I have to write this down as the week I didn't get any?"
Yes, you do.

Music Video of the Day/Week (MTV my way)

NAKED RAYGUN-Vanilla Blue
New fun for my few readers, the new video of the day/week. It was hard to choose at first, so I went with what has been near and dear to my heart, but not necessarily to my hearing ability. Hope you all enjoy!

Summertime Blues

Unlike The Who, I do think there is a cure for the summertime blues. It's called vacation. After being pounded relentlessly by work, we are leaving for a week in northern Wisconsin. Not an exotic destination I know, but exactly what I want. We stay on a small lake that only has homes on one side, the other is the Nicolet National Forest. Mostly, it's just us and the loons, which there are a lot of on this particular lake. They have freaky red eyes if you ever get the chance to see one up close.

The best part about this lake is the fact that no matter how much you try, your cell phone doesn't work. If you drive into the nearest town, which has a small grocery, a bar, a hardware store, a mechanic, a post office, and a cafe that is only open until lunch, you will still only get about two bars. Enough to check messages. There is not a whole lot to do besides swim and fish and lay in the sun with a good book. I'm a little bummed, because their brochure said they recently put a TV in the cabin. Why? I've been going to this same cabin since I was a kid and I never missed TV then, and I certainly wouldn't now. Too many supper clubs to go to in the evening. Oh, and local dirt track stock car races, the water ski show, and the coolest go-kart track I've ever been to. Why the heck would you need a TV? Even when it rains, there are games and puzzles and a great rec room (at the main lodge up the road) with air hockey, bumper pool and indoor shuffle board. TV has no place in this mix. Although it is worth it to try and catch the local news at least once for a good laugh.

Oh, and Lulu knows the best part. If you drive into the "big" town of Eagle River the candy store has the most awesome cinnamon ice cream ever!

Get Your Own!

Dear Evil Edward Lusters,
While we do recognize the need for Ed fixes, we suggest a better alternative. Get a load of these kitties! Yes, you too could be the proud owner of one of Ed's brothers or sisters. And aren't they gorgeous? Raised in verdent Oregon at Dragon Heart Cattery, these are nature's finest. Enjoy.

Signed,
Edward and his owners

P.S. The offspring of Lord Duncan and Lady Gwenivere are his "peeps."

My Daughter Kicks Ass

My sweet delicate flower apparently had an encounter that could only occur within the walls of a middle school. Being the smart child that she is, she has learned to avoid those nasty girls who gossip and bully. She has become a "creative" dresser. I say this because she does not like to be labeled at all. She says it makes her feel like a soup can.

So, she came home the other day and told me she had an encounter with one of the queen bees at her school. Apparently, from what I've been told, this was the exchange.

Queen Bee: You're weird.

Sweetness and Light: Yeah, well you're stupid.

Queen Bee: (Referring to Sweetness' killer knee-high punk boots) Those boots are for sluts.

Sweetness and Light: No they're not. They're for kicking your ass. (Sweetness stomps off in boots.)

At this moment I could not be more proud of my offspring.