Thank god I'm not the only one bored by JL.
To be bored by a dead John Lennon is to be bored by life. (Had to be said.)
If he's simutaneously boring FL and BPhD, maybe it's a sign he's spreading his attentions too thin. Dead men aren't notorious for their stamina.
I am in complete agreement with FL on both this and the MM question.
I am not at all bored with Keith Richard, who is alive but shouldn't be. Not that anything recent of theirs is any good.
Actually, if he's successfully boring them both simultaneously, that's pretty impressive.
As a young man, my father (of Welsh extraction) apparently looked enough like Keith Richards to be occasionally asked for autographs. I am therefore in the peculiar position of being one of the very, very few people who knows what Richards would look like at 67 if he had eaten sensibly and exercised for the last fifty years.
And . . . and . . . so what does he look like? Don't keep us all waiting . . .
Much healthier than the actual Richards, but retaining the outsized Richards upper lip.
Well, this is at least entertaining: NRO weenie tries desperately to believe that Lennon wasn't really a liberal, because, you know, then he'd have to hate the Beatles and he really, really likes the Beatles.
Bill Wyman kept score on the sexual conquests of the early Stones. He and Brian Jones were in the triple figures, Mick Jagger in the dozens (probably because he had supermodels following him around), and Keith was in the low single figures, six I think. He had other interests.
Charlie Watts was married and got a zero.
The other thing that struck me about this story was Bill Wyman diligently keeping the stats, even though he was busier than any of the others. What a work ethic that man had!
The other thing that struck me about this story was Bill Wyman diligently keeping the stats, even though he was busier than any of the others. What a work ethic that man had!
And to think, this was in the days before Excel!
My lasting impression of Yoko is the one I got from some book she wrote, in which she said "people should smoke everything they can, including pubic hair".
he NRO guy is innumerate. Lennon was not a multi-billionaire. He should get a job in the Treasury Dept.
He also didn't mention "Taxman", which really is pretty Republican.
Taxman is the work of Harrison, not Lennon, though.
I think Yoko's art is underrated.
Also, her cover of Hedwig's Lament ("I lost a piece of my heart...I gave a piece to the rock star/He took the good stuff and ran") was very touching. (Exquisite Corpse, not so much.)
The only Ono album I have is Plastic Ono Band, and it's practically wall-to-wall screaming.
You say you want a fucking screamer
Well, you know
We all want really hot sexxxx
You tell me that you can't get offfff
Well, you know
We all want to cum buckets
But when you talk about prostitution
Don't you know that you can count me out
Don't you know it's gonna be all right (3x)
You say you got a real solution
Well, you know
We'd all love to see the plan
You ask me for a contribution
Well, you know
We're doing what we can
But when you want money for exploiting women
All I can tell is brother you have to wait
Don't you know it's gonna be all right (3x)
You say you'll change your personal ad
Well, you know
We all want to change your head
You tell me it's the desperation
Well, you know
You better free you mind instead
But if you go carrying pictures of Hermione
You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow
Don't you know it's gonna be all right (3x)
All right, all right...
ash
['Hott.']
Ash, you're not-caring too hard.
I was a year and a half old when Lennon was shot, so.... meh. It seems to have meant something to a lot of people my parents' age, though.
Probably only Saiselgy, L., and Ezra weren't at least alive when it happened. Reagan babies!
Silvana, w-lfs-n, and Joe D I think are also under 25. Also, you all suck. Except SCMT.
Oh, come now, Weiner, you're still young enough to enjoy... epistemology...
Children, the lot of you. Children, I say.
I am also a Reagan baby, and I care about Lennon (not Monroe, though).
Someone start a new thread about how someone else is boring. Lennon isn't boring enough, though apparently Monroe was.
How about "The sublime butthead stupidity of Jim Morrison".
For once I'm the guy working late at the office . . . and no one's here to entertain me.
Jim Morrison! Aack! When I was in college (circa 1980) he was like this saint to many of my classmates. It was intolerable. The Byronic pose he had (to the extent that I paid attention to him) was done so much better by... well by Byron, for starters... or by Liszt or Chopin. He just wasn't all they were making him out to be. Besides, his whole rep seemed to rest on a couple of songs, tops.
Other boring baby boomer icons:
- the rest of the Beatles (although George Harrison was okay--his film company did some good stuff)
- Howdy Doody
- Jack Keroauc
- J.D. Salinger
- Tom Lehrer
Your nominees?
I'm fairly sure I've explicitly said my age more than once, but all I can find now is a comment where I admit my ignorance about something, then imply what my age is, and then write a non sequitur.
George Harrison is the best Beatle. Discuss.
38: Agreed. I like Lennon, too, though. It seems so unfair that we're left with Ringo (although I have nothing against him, I just have nothing for him) and Paul, who seems to be entirely too pleased with himself.
I'm down with Ringo. Seems to have a sense of humor about himself.
Howdy Doody? You're questioning Howdy Doody?
I claim that Salinger and Lehrer are pre-boomer. Salinger was passe by 1964 and probably earlier, I know that much. Even Kerouac was well established before 1960.
I realize we all look alike to y'all, but the first boomer HS graduation class was 1964. (Picky, picky.)
Anyone know what the last boomer birth year is? I thought it was 1964.
Why didn't anyone tell me about how good Sufjan Stevens is before this was sold out?
I have yellow boots!
1946-1964 is what Wiki says, though it's worth noting that that seems to span a large range of cultural differences.
I hate the 1964 date for the last boomer year because I was born in 1964. It makes me feel like I am old on a technicality.
And I think that someone born in 64 has more in common with me, a '79 baby than someone born in '52.
that seems to span a large range of cultural differences
Not to mention the fact that someone born in 1946 could have had a kid by 1964.
My brother born in 1960 feels like he missed out on things because he was born too late. (His premise is that the 60's were a good thing, which not everyone agrees with.)
The summer of love and the stones at altamont?
But the sixties were two things.
To a dualist, perhaps.
Not to mention the fact that someone born in 1946 could have had a kid by 1964.
When I was in Seattle ca. 1969, there was an article about fucked-up kids in Mercer Island (a suburb). I met some of the kids, and they were hippyish with strong street-punk tendencies. One of them was pregnant, with an intermittent boyfriend who seemed to be paying for sex with Kentucky Fried Chicken, and she hit on me when he wasn't there (hoping for something more romantic, I guess, like Chicken Cordon Bleu).
In the middle/late 80's I read another article about fucked-up kids in Mercer Island, and after doing the math I realized it could be the second generation of the same thing (i.e., the unborn child now semi-grown up).
But the sixties were two things.
Also the 70s were two things: free love and cocaine.
Then the 80s were two things: AIDS and crack.
There tends to be a progression.
Radicalism and conservatism, both critical of American society as it stood at the beginning of the decade.
Incidentally, what's the last birth year for Generation X? I can never figure out if I'm supposed to be in it or not.
37-40: Ridiculous. Say what you will about Lennon, he's the only one (save Starr) to do anything worthwhile post-Beatles.
Matt Weenie apparently doesn't think much of the Concert for Bangla Desh!
No, no! No good Beatles! Before, during, or after!
Gen X is supposed to end at 1981. (I think 1975 is more accurate -- Gen Xers should have been old enough to get rich of the tech boom, and people my age miss it by about two years.)
Oh, in that case I'm in Gen X, but don't feel like it: I'm slightly older than you. I believe one or two of my classmates may have gotten rich-ish off the tech boom, though.
Ha! I'm not even Gen X! Y'all can suck it over in the geriatric ward!
Re 63--even though I wasn't old enough, really to have participated in dot com mania, it sure skewed my college-year worldview. High school and early college was all very grunge, and then suddenly all my hippie friends were becoming companies overnight. A lot of my friends had summer jobs coding or "providing content."
Will they even let you into the bar at the meetup, baby w-lfs-n? ;0)
What meetup? I don't live in nyc.
I'm with you, Cala. '79 isn't Gen X. No way.
I was in college then, too, and the change in the mood was palpable. The kids graduating in 1998 and 1999 usually had multiple offers, signing bonuses, and brimmed with confidence that their compsci degree would take them anywhere. By 2000 expectations had lowered, and by October 2000 the bubble had punctured and we 2001 kids felt a bit chagrined that we would have made more dropping out of college freshman year.
N+1 had a kinda good little essay about this. In the late nineties, it felt really noble, exciting, and superior not to try to cash in on the millions that seemed to be out there. But we were all convinced that we could sell out at any moment and make a fortune.
61: "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" is a good song. So's "He's So Fine."
Are there any of you who have computer science degrees? I could use some e-mail conversation with somebody who has studied cs. (My situation -- I have a bachelor's in cs and have been working in the field for 10 years, and just finished the first part-time semester of a master's degree program.) If you want to lend an ear and chat about stuff in hopes I can figure out what I'm thinking about, drop me a line.
Jeremy, all comments on this thread must reference the Beatles and Sixties pop.
(My question is, how come nobody ever wants to talk about "Psychotic Reaction" by the Count Five?)
This is a lie. The other songs on that album are as awesome as Lester said they was.
Also, how can they write a biography of that band without mentioning Lester Bangs? It's like talking about the Gert Jonnys without talking about the Poor Man. Or talking about... um, help me out here.
Talking about Casey Jones/Lee Sheldon/Tom Dula without mentioning songs?
Matt -- I'm puzzled by that writer's characterization of "Psychotic Reaction" as "one of the most accessible" songs on Nuggets, an album filled almost entirely with accessible songs.
In what regard, Leonard Bernstein?
Am I able to ban people yet? Osner's response was inadequate.
Osner's response was inadequate.
Like so much else about me.
Emerson, it is not amiable to ban people.
Granted, Matt, but I'm just asking for the authority. I'll use peaceful methods first. Having the authority will give me the flexibility I need and will actually make it much less likely that I'll be forced to be unamiable.
My remark was based on what happens if you were to remove the spaces from 84. It wasn't actually that funny.
Abu Tru-Temp, do you find that you're having headaches and find it difficult to type?
And using the word 'find' excessively?
It's time I had some time alone.
When that song first came out, I was convinced that line was "Hi there handsome, I'm alone."
Which made perfect sense.
Matt -- here is some balm for your R.E.M.-addled psyche.
I'm going to the U.N. with my evidence.
Would you deliver a swift kick in the nuts to John Bolton for me?
Relax John, you'll have plenty of opportunity to ban me next Tuesday.
Actually, I've been physically threatened by Ogged, who was offended by my mention of Ulugh Beg. I have to be on my guard and won't be able to do any banning.
Sometimes I think that this is an elaborate, murderous plot.
Anyone else looking for balm for their sundry R.E.M.-addled psyches, should head over to Bill Kelly's Teenage Wasteland archives and click on any of the shows. You'll get 2 hours of bliss before you have to go back to your pitiful life.
Admit it, Emerson, it would be kind of funny if they killed you in the bar and ate you.
What kind of reputation does that bar have? Am I going to be walking past Peter Lorre and Sidney Greenstreet on my way "upstairs"?
Of all the meetups in all the world, you had to be invited to this one.
Should I pack heat? Bring protection?
Yes, I've been working through The Wire for the second time. Thanks, Ogged, for making me wonder about the voice effects. No, really.
72: The district court opinion (.pdf) in the My Sweet Lord/He's So Fine law suit. Other than using the phrase "highly unique" it's an interesting opinion. Short too.
Is the title of this post in reference to something John was supposed to have said at the end of one of the Beatles' songs ("I am the Walrus"?) in reference to the deceased Paul McCartney? Or did John (or somebody else) independently record a song under that title?
Seemingly everyone is trudging to meetup on foot already. This is pretty dead.
"Dead man turn me on" is what you hear when you play Revolution #9 backwards.
Thanks, "".
In the absence of substantive dialogue may I present for your delectation two comic strips: The Puppet and the Puppetmaster, and ObButtsex.
Hm, Ogged seems to have snuffed everyone but me and Jeremy already. Is blogging forbidden today?
Perhaps the problem is that you are so wealthy as to be able to be bored?
http://www.americanthinker.com/articles.php?article_id=5063
The Mad King and the Crazy Left
December 10th, 2005
George the Third was the undisputed King of Great Britain; of that there can be no doubt. If it is true that pride goeth before a fall, then the King's arrogance cost him his American colonies, and much, much more; George the Third lost his mind as a result of hubris, and ended up confined in an insane asylum, mad as a March Hare. This cautionary tale reflects an even greater fall, one which we are in the privileged position of witnessing: the collective mental breakdown of the Liberal Movement. We are witnessing the madness of the postmodern King!
Liberalism has been King for a very long time. Liberalism has been the driving force in the West since the 18th Century, and gained almost complete ascendancy in the 20th, where it reigned almost unchallenged from the 1930s until the 1980s. The power of the Left derived from its control of the dissemination of information, and leftsists' understanding of the value of propaganda has always propelled their Kingship. They have come to consider their rule as being by Darwinian Right, and grew smug in their assurance of power. To their utter amazement, the reign of the left has come to an end, and like poor King George they are suffering an acute mental breakdown.
What has happened to the Left? Like Teddy Kennedy, they seem to have driven off the bridge of sanity into the dark waters of madness, becoming incapable of grasping the reality of the world around them. We see evidence of this everywhere we look these days; from Dan Rather`s insistence that his National Guard documents were valid even though forged, to Senator Joe Biden arguing on Meet the Press to bring Iran in to help with Iraqi reconstruction, to the Democrats' hope for a "Merry Fitzmas", in the deification of Cindy Sheehan, the mad rantings of Dick Durban, and the backstabbing of former President Jimmy Carter. We see it in the "wrong war in the wrong place at the wrong time" comments by John Kerry and by the stubborn refusal to accept that we are actually at war.
We see it in the refusal of the Left to accept the results of the elections of 2000 and 2004, of their unwillingness to believe they are not in power. We see it in the standing ovation given by many Democrats to Michael Moore`s insane propaganda, in the "all about Halliburton"/"Bush lied to get us into war" view of Iraq. We see it in the attempt to equate running the air conditioning at Gitmo with Saddam`s torture chambers.
There seems to be a refusal among liberals to believe in reality these days. It is as if an entire segment of the population has lost their collective minds. Just what is happening?
An entire segment of the population has lost its collective mind. According to author Phillip K. Dick, reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away. Using this benchmark to judge the sanity of the Left, it becomes apparent that they have, indeed, lost their cats-eyes and pearly whites. The modern Liberal is madder than a haberdasher at a Lewis Carroll tea party.
How did this happen?
--much more--.....
These spam are like bad freshman political philosophy.
American Thinker, just get away
American Thinker, listen-a what I say
Don't want you hangin around my door
Don't wanta see your face no more
In the face of Bush's triumphant war in Iraq and his tough, effective fiscal austerity program, I can only lie down and whimper.
Armsmasher and Sausagely are still alive. Ogged hasn't found them yet I guess. Tomorrow!
When everyone is looking away, he'll be slipping the arsenic into the breakfast tacos. His brilliantly evil plan is coming into focus...
Ogged is just using their computers to post as them.
We never thought of Ogged as a fiendish criminal mastermind. But we thought wroing, and now our very survival is in doubt. There's a lesson for future generations there.
Don't befriend serial killers? That's generally a good lesson.
We all think that we can reform them with the power of love.
I think that that Tivo story was a tipoff.
As far as the "lessons which shouldn't have been necessary" category goes, one member of the Tanya Harding Fraction (Shawn Eckhart) learned that "It isn't a good idea to brag about your criminal exploits to a minister of the Gospel."
Since there have been no comments for about 3 1/2 hours, I shall go ahead and say that Before Sunset is very good. Also, Before Sunrise.
You know, I just have a lot of trouble believing that, at least about the second of the two.
Well, I just had a full bottle of wine by myslef, so blame the naive romanticism on that, but yeah, I enjoyed them.
You know, we all should just be grateful that we're alive. But Ogged still hasn't been apprehended.
Best thing George Harrison ever did: "It's Only a Northern Song."
Second-best: die.
Both text and I have defended those two films more than once. Because they really are good.
My baa-like assessment of 131:
kyle: failure as a human!
In no particular order, I was born in 1975 and am solidly Gen-X. My sister was born in 1981 which I guess technically makes her Gen-X, but I've always thought of her as Gen-Y.
My Dad graduated from high school in 1962, so I guess that he's not a boomer, but I always thought that he was.
And I've decided to treat this as an open thread, because I thought that the unfogged community had to see this truly bizarre promotional video for the Garlic Card.
Born in 1970, I have no letter to identify my generation with. I am however currently the same age as the narrator of Dante's Inferno, which I like to think counts for something.
Also: that Fellini-esque video made me laugh. Was the point that the garlic-grating utensil will allow you too to be like these oddly disheveled, suit-wearing jocks and dance a ballet of food preparation? When she first appeared the woman seemed like an unwelcome intrusion into this romantic fantasia but then I realized she was just there to do makeup for the protagonists. It bears re-watching, you will pickup important details the second time around. The signs are an especially nice touch -- a less gifted auteur would have added captions in after the shooting was done.
The GarlicCard(tm) site is worth checking out if you enjoyed the video. High points -- the picture of Herman Rasmosen, GarlicCard(tm) inventor, on their "Background" page, and his narrative; and if you like the picture, be sure to get the large version of it linked from the "Press" page.
However his name is spelt Rasmuson. (Somebody more skilled than I could probably crack wise about it sounding like Rashomon; I will leave that sort of thing to the professionals.)
Alright, I'm off to the meet-up thing. Secret pictures of ogged when I return.
I'm so late, but no thread that started with lennon can be considered complete without this:
http://blogfiles.wfmu.org/KF/0512/Magical_Misery_Tour.mp3
"George the Third lost his mind as a result of hubris" or porphyry. Meanwhile I was in a record shop yesterday and they were playing the 3rd Wilbury's album. I'd never heard any of them, being old, but I thought it was rather good. Not High Art, but, you know, good.
John & Yoko were awful on the Stones' Circus TV show. TightA$$ was a good song/record. The Beatles should have looked after Badfinger better.
What about Electronic Sound? That's a Harrison project I'd expect both Weiner and Emerson to be able to support with clear consciences.
Snuck in at the end of the thread. Deadman turns me on. A classic clueless blues jam by one of the many unheralded great Texas bands, Josephus. Weiner and Emerson and w-lfs-n, well, never mind.
There used to be a purveyor of antiquarian books named Joseph the Provider. They had a sweet logo. Then the partners in it broke up. One of them got to keep the logo, but the old name had to go.
I thought it was such a good name. I was very upset when it turned out to be the name of a Thomas Mann novel.
Oh wait, no, looks like they exist by that name yet. Huzzah!
150.
The soundtrack to Dead Man turns me on.
There are certain things about that movie that bother me (and I like it a lot), but the soundtrack is not one of them.