Sometimes when I hear Yoko Ono, I think I might actually like today’s music like Lady Gaga and such. But considering that today’s music is such a VISUAL experience, I still find Yoko Ono more entertaining. Maybe it’s just the thought that someone is crazy enough to do something this annoying and stupid. Maybe this is my career future. Although, I don’t think I could do it as long as she does in public and not crack myself up. I guess the insane way in which she takes herself so seriously is the artform? Did that make sense? Does this?!?
Just see if you can handle the length of the whole video. I sat here and laughed my ass off the entire duration of the bit. She sort of starts to “get down” at :33 seconds in but it’s still a tough call. In a world gone completely mad, Yoko Ono is starting to make sense. Be afraid people! Be very afraid! (By the way, it was a butt load of fun just tagging this posting!)
Ya’ll know I got this “issue” with the nasty old men in Washington, County MD right? Well, today as I was letting my fingers do the walking all over the news, I stumbled upon this tidbit of local flavor.
And the guy’s name says it all…Llyod Grim, 86. I am still trying to convince my sister she is in great danger….Alison, if you can read this…please by all means, avoid the Sharpsburg area. You can defeat them pretty easily in ones or twos, but when they horde, look out!
Chad insisted I put the rules up if you come to the triangle on Fridays,…here they are
DON’T BE A DICK!
Just what is a “Dick”?
DON’T talk to the deejay whilst he’s spinning. Ever. You wouldn’t talk to a fireman when he’s putting out a fire or a pilot when he’s landing your plane. If you want to talk, talk to Ralphie the bartender. I’m listening to the music, not you… I’m gonna be rude.
DON’T verbally request songs. DON’T drunkenly shout across the bar at me for any reason. I will pack up and leave. Watch me. And DON’T stand there, trying to drunkenly sing song lyrics to me. Sober up. If you know the song you want use the request sheet provided. Otherwise I can’t help you.
DON’T be a dick by requesting a dozen or two of your favorite songs then get pissy when I only get to 2 or 3 of them. I am not some fleshy jukebox and this is the Triangle, not BURGER KING. You don’t get it your way all the time in life boys n girls, sorry.
DON’T get pissy because I might not have your song at hand. ALSO: due to numerous complaints, I AM NO LONGER playing “Urban Ethnocentric” music that gratuitously uses the “N” word. That’s yours to discover out in West Philly. Help yourself, Gangsta.
DON’T ignorantly request some 12 minute long fossil-rock song that no one gives a shit about and then reach into your pocket and pull out some nickels and dimes and dump them in my tip cup like you’re doing me a favor. Keep your change AND your goddamn requests, Rockefeller.
DON’T DON’T DON’T request ‘Poker Face by LADY GAGA or some other dance-pop when I’m in the middle of playing goddamn STEVIE RAY VAUGHN or OZZIE! It won’t get played. And DON’T ask for friggin’ BUCKCHERRY when I’m in the middle of playing PAUL VAN DYK. (If you don’t know who Paul Van Dyk is, you have NO BUSINESS asking a DJ anything anywhere at anytime.)
DON’T EVER drunkenly put your beer, wine, mixed drinks cigarettes, sodas or ANYTHING on my work table next to the expensive electronics. Unless of course you want to buy me a new amp or laptop.
DON’T drunk-dance in front of my work area ladies like I’m friggin’ KING DAVID and you are BATHSHEBA doing the friggin’ dance of the seven friggin’ veils. Believe it or not this goes for some of you guys too.
DON’T EVEN COME NEAR ME if you are out of your mind drunk, on pills or blow. Just,…stay away. And get some help.
DON’T demand I play your song NEXT! That’s the quickest way for your precious request to go to the bottom of the queue. And it’s just dick dick,…dickish.
THANK YOU people for your time! Kisses on all your openings….
