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Susan Sarandon, Are You Listening?
“Where is the lust?” a new reader asked recently after noticing my “Liquor, Lust, and Primer Gray Camaros Set To Music” subtitle. Just a couple of weeks ago I received feedback that my sexual content was too strong. Go figure. The subtitle is actually a little inside joke dating back to my early twenties. I was in the middle…
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75. I Don’t Believe In Peter Pan, Frankenstein Or Superman
“Hey, can I help you find anything?” He looked like a bad photo collage, this little scrawny dude with disproportionately huge legs. “No, we’re just looking around.” Sherri held my hand tightly. She always held my hand tightly. “Well let me know if you need anything.” “What kind of bike is that?” “It’s called a mountain…
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From The Stacks: Melodies Of Love
I recently purchased an album on eBay. My item came well packed, which was unfortunate for Bobby Vinton. The poor bastard’s Melodies Of Love was used as packing material for my purchase. Now I personally am not exactly a Bobby Vinton fan, but that is some harsh shit.
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Congratulations Laura B. From Somewhere USA
I appreciate all of you so much. That you take some time out of your busy days to read my babble amazes me. Honestly this is still so new to me that I really don’t know how to show my gratitude. The best I can do is send you love letters when something special happens,…
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From The Stacks: I Wonder What She’ll Think About Me Leaving
Two bad album covers in a single week? That’s just crazy. You know Einstein’s definition of crazy? Combing your hair into the same pompadour every day but expecting a different result. But we’re not here to talk about the Twitty ‘do, we’re here to help him answer what she’ll think about him leaving.
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Levon Helm: May 26, 1940 – April 19, 2012
The Band was one of the legendary groups that loomed very large in my childhood, and it was all because of Levon Helm. I’m a bit too young to be a first-generation fan — I can’t regale you with tales of seeing them back up Ronnie Hawkins or Bob Dylan. No, I came to them…
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From The Stacks: The Ames Brothers – Exactly Like You
“Hello, Smith residence. Oh, hi Peggy. Yes, Walt and I had a lovely time, thank you again. Your home is so beautiful. Oh really? We were going to get aluminum siding last summer but Walt opted for the Buick. Why didn’t you tell me Stan was such a good bridge player? Oh, stop that —…
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74. Gonna Get Inside Your Bitter Mind
“Turn that goddamned record off,” my father said. He was standing in my bedroom doorway. Pete Townshend’s Empty Glass spun round and round at thirty-three and a third, clicking and popping. I was sitting on my weight bench. Every scrawny guy I knew owned a weight bench. “What the hell is this?” “My report card?”…
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Why Music Matters
I think we’re done here. There’s not much to add on the topic of why music matters after this. Last one out turn off the lights.
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From The Stacks: Lou Cicchetti’s “Bronx Classics” “The Bronx”
This doo-wop “compilation” demonstrates that some “people” know as little about proper usage of “quotation marks” as I know about “algebra.” It also points out that during the Jurassic Guido era gold chains, porn mustaches, and Spinners suits flourished. But no matter the era teachers are always hot, unless we’re talking about Mrs. Gortner in her…
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