and come full circle… Some of us thought “My Sweet Lord” / “He’s So Fine” was proof. Here’s a CMA award winning band and their super hit, totally stolen, via sheet music no doubt, from one of our favorite Projects.
I know, as soon as the word “Facebook” appears as the title of a post, some of us out there will roll the eyes, shake the head and have the “thats what you get” attitude for even dealing with that excuse of electrons…but for some of us its purely a way to keep in touch with friends and family, and a way to waste time.
So this morning as I methodically went through my compulsive list of sites I visit, all let me in except for one. Facebook.
It seems that FAILBOOK (a.k.a. Facebook from here on out) has disabled my account for being flagged, well here read the description:
In order for me to re able my account, they want me to send them a copy of or picture of a governmental issued ID. In other words, I DO NOT EXIST. Does this still mean I have to pay my bills if FAILBOOK doesn’t think I am a real person?
Let’s face it. In today’s society, people are getting hired, fired, laid, married, divorced, elected, etc, all by being a tool for a “free” service that is far from free. Rants, bitches, and the day to day bullshit of our lives are based on these things being shared with the world of our friends, families, and groupies. Sometimes, its just to say hey on the fly to a good friend or family member whom you miss. Either way, people do it for many reasons, but the biggest is probably a sense of belonging to a group.
So this morning, FAILBOOK broke up with me. Maybe my life was so good, they couldn’t believe it and had to kick me out? Maybe I am too much of a nerd? Maybe it was because I did not play any of their virus ridden games? Maybe it was because I failed to keep up with the old boyfriend searches or the countless spam FAILBOOK dating emails sent to my email account? Who knows? All I know is, that I do not belong anymore. And in a way, it feels good.
UPDATE: FAILBOOK now says it was a “selective” bug in their security that targeted female participants. According to the article, I wish they would have contacted me because I would say: FUCK YOU I STILL DON’T WANT TO USE YOUR SITE ANYMORE. ASSHOLES.
Jeeezuz,…this guy couldn’t work the vampire look any harder even if he tried, now could he? The thing is, it just doesn’t work. He just winds up looking like a creepy old queen, Norma Desmond in the 1950 film noir ‘Sunset Boulevard’. Even though the founding member of the house of Chanel insists on strutting around like he came in second place at a klaus kinski look-alike contest, He’ll never be gayer or creepier than the original GAY VAMPIRE,…Mr Tom Cruise. That boy is gayer than a tree full of parrots singing Steven Sondheim songs.
Well, as you all know I’ve been incredibly sick. Haven’t had a flu/bug like this in a long time. Add to the fact that my boss has been calling me everyday and every night even on weekends about work crap (and I cant bill for the time he harasses me), I needed to stumble over some music that made me feel good.
It’s times like this I need to find me some music I like. So I was combing YouTube for videos. Some of you may know, in the past year I have developed this taste for Japanese pop music courtesy of Yellow Magic Orchestra and Human Audio Sponge/Sketch Show. There’s a spin off from these bands from the drummer/vocalist Yukihiro Takahashi that I’ve fallen in love with called Pupa.
If any of you have been in the car with me this summer, you have inevitably heard some of this stuff. Well, I have been overjoyed to find that they have put out a follow up album called “Dreaming”. The title track (which I’ve instantly fallen in love with) has a video. Here it is:
What I have found charming about this band is that there are so many instruments at play. Further research on YouTube of their live concerts shows them up on stage with so much junk (horns, guitars, drums, keyboards, everything) that the musicians barely have room to be on stage. It’s quite interesting. This is a video of them live performing one of my favorite songs from their first album. Yukihiro Takahashi sings lead vocals on this one. He’s gotta be like a million years old by now. The lyrics saying, “is this the way how it’s supposed to be…” is a question I ask myself every freakin day!
No dance music, beautiful blond bitches with boob jobs, plastic surgery patients, fat black lady singers screaming over top, or great stage show here folks, just good music being played by talented people (something that is sorely lost on today’s music purchasing public). Imagine this in music! Real live harmonies and the thing I love the most … sustained droning electric guitars. This stuff sticks to my ear like glue, and somehow makes me happy with all the bullshit going on in my pathetic life.
Either way, be rest assured this is getting high rotation on WMOM.
Enjoy some Dreaming Pupa (and laugh at the name like I do!) It’s Burt Bacharach meets the Japanese!!
Haven’t posted since I saw most of you in Shippensburg ’cause there hasn’t been much to write about. I did get to visit chad twice in one month. That was fun.
sigh….
Caught a train after the visit, and met the cast in Utica, NY; the town that closes at 4pm. The only gay bar in 30 miles was right across the street from the hotel. It usually happens like that. The bar was called ” That Place.” Very cool name and the bartendress was a lovely, bubbly Vagaterian named Marrissa. Steve (The King) and I started with shots and I uttered the now famous phrase, ” I don’t know what makes me think I can drink Tequila with you Steve McCoy.”
After many hours of back and forth, from my bed to my hands and knees in front of the toliet, and a Hangover that no one should have to live through, it looked as though I was going to survive.
We traveled all over the michigan-penn-ny-wisconsin area and ended up here… in Utica(again?) Michigan. Went to Dave and busters next door, (That place is expensive) and spent a wonderful evening in this huge amazing Hyatt hotel room.( I’m lapping it up, Next up is a Comfort Inn.)
Below are some pictures that I think you’ll enjoy.
I love our cultural wordsmithing. In the old days the terminology was short and sweet. And it actually meant something.
Consider the following: during the Great Depression, they had PAN HANDLERS. Then they became BUMs. BUMs. TRAMPs and HOBOs eventually turned into that magic ‘catch-all’ HOMELESS; only to wind up as the very modern and very politically correct term DISPLACED PERSONS.
But there are genuine differences between these terms. A hobo is a migratory worker who likes to travel, a tramp travels without working, and a bum does not travel or work. Politically correct ‘catch-all’ terminology actually serves to diminish these folks.
Since most of us are a scant paycheck or two away from the gutter, what the future may hold for us is uncertain at best. Since everything old eventually becomes new again, I suggest that you all familiarize yourselves with this link as it may become useful during the coming economic apocalypse! And when those politically correct literary craftsmen describe your current economic condition by calling you and your family “impecunious denizens”,… well, you heard it here first.
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!
For most states (except Maryland, which I have said in the past is the state with the most sane politics around here) things are turning very bad. For Pennsylvania, this could mean privatization of the PA Turnpike (watch for rate hikes, poor maintenance, over commercialization), and deregulation of the already environmentally dangerous and safety negligent mining industry. I’m sure that I will be able to light my tap water with a Bic® in about a year or two.
But LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE…. We get to see how tan John Boehner becomes with his new Lord God King Bufu status in the House of Representatives as the new speaker. We now can pray everyday that nobody assassinates Obama and Biden at the same time. Talk about a nightmare.