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Everybody thinks she's an angel ' cause she looks like one, . . . [Feb. 12th, 2017|04:24 pm]
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. . . but she's not really.  She's got a temper and an ego and a libido and she gives less than half a shit what anybody thinks.

We used to do this thing where Stevie and Miles would go out front and dance.  They can do this synchronized thing where they both move exactly the same way in perfect unison and it looks like a routine they've rehearsed for years, but mostly they have a system where one is slightly in front of the other always and the one who can see the other, the one slightly behind, follows the one who can't see him.  They were exotic dancers in Florida together for a while and they know each other well enough that each knows what the other is likely to do.  But that's a whole other long sordid story.  Anyway, when Miles and Stevie did their big dance number, Molly would sit in for Miles on the drums.  One time he got up and she sat down and he had his sticks in his back pocket.  She yelled, "Sticks!" at him as he was walking away and he turned around and chucked them at her.  At least one of them would have hit her in the face if she hadn't swiped it away with her hand trying to catch it.  As she bent over to pick it up she yelled, "Fucking retard," at him.  He turned around and started back toward her, at which point she stood up smacking her palm with the sticks and said, "You want to go around with me, faggot?  Lets do it right now."  Miles turned and left, but at least one mic near the drums was hot for this whole exchange and the audience was murmuring to say the least.  I just thought to myself, "Assholes.  Do we need to do this in front of everybody?"  I never did find out what the friction was between those two.  You would think that they would have so little interest in each other that there would be no cause for sparks.

Another time there was a patio party at Stevie's mom's house and there were some Hollywood types there as was often the case.  Near the end of the evening, Molly was good and drunk.  She put her hands on the shoulder of a young actor, who is currently a fairly big deal (and a foot taller than she), and jumped up into his arms which he had the presence of mind to put out before she fell.  Held there like a bride ready to be carried over the threshold, she put out her free arm and yelled, "Home, James."  He carried her through the kitchen door, which was conveniently equipped with an automatic grocery-store-style opener, and they disappeared into the house.  I don't know what happened after that or what may have lead up to it, but she was not exactly playing the sulking recluse that night.

And yet another time she showed up to a gig commando in what may as well have been a miniskirt.  I caught a full view of her pretty blond snatch at least four times in the course of her taking her guitar out of the case and setting it up.  I said, "I really hope you have some panties in your purse."  She reached into her purse, removed a pair of full-butt, full front (thank God) panties and waved them at me, smiling and winking as she did so.  The panties were bright green and perfectly matched the piping on her skirt.  It was really an outfit, an ensemble, if you will, but why she showed up with the panties in her purse rather than on her butt still eludes me.  There's more to her than meets the eye and not all of it's PG.
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Black Dynomite . . . [Feb. 12th, 2017|01:08 am]
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. . . is a thrilling callback to those spinetingling Black-sploitation films of the seventies.  It was released in 2009, but you'd never know it to look at it.  When you watch this movie, it's 1972 all over you all over again!  Let it be, let it be!  Once for you and once for me!  It involves kung fu treachery that reaches all the way to the Honkey House (White House, for those of you born after 1990).  Over-the-top rediculously funny.  Not to be missed.

. . .

"I started out with nothing . . . and I have most of it left."

-------Michael Davis (and others, apparently)
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Or how about . . . [Feb. 10th, 2017|02:36 am]
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"Bring America to its knees under one god?"  Hell, that's even better.  Bring us to our knees Donál', bring us to our fucking knees!  (God, that feels good!  Get my lawyer on the phone!)
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O! M! G! [Feb. 10th, 2017|02:26 am]
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I just got it!  How could I have been such a fool?  When L'Donál' said that he would "bring America together under one god," I figured that it was just his ego growing another size in the absence of factual restraints, but it just occurred to me that he will do just that and that the god he will bring us together beneath is . . . wait for it . . . Money! Money is the god that absolutely everyone worships regardless of their religion, or lack thereof.  Even fucking atheists worship money, for Christ's sake!  That's it, that's it.  How could I have not seen it sooner?  Boy howdy!

Amen, hey baby and all that shit!
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That's all I gotta say . . . [Feb. 7th, 2017|09:47 pm]
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Up yer mammy with a whammy bar!
---traditional rock 'n' roll taunt
. . .

"It's tall science, tall science fer sher."

---review of a Reverend guitar with a Wilkinson VS-50-II-K whammerator upin it.
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It's called . . . [Feb. 6th, 2017|01:23 pm]
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. . . bringing poetry to the language is what it's called---redundancy intended---because if you have to say it once, then you've got to say it twice; there's not another way around it, nor should there be, really.  If you've understood this, you're close to having heard it all.  Promise.  There's not much more.
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If you must . . . [Feb. 4th, 2017|12:51 pm]
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. . . build a block structure on a sloping plot of land, start at the lowest point on the land that the structure will occupy.  Otherwise, you may find that as you build out, the blocks no longer touch the ground and that's an unsustainable situation which can only be remedied by adding a whole lot more blocks that can be very difficult to fit in after the fact.  If you start at the bottom, you might run out of blocks, but they will be the blocks near the top that weren't supporting the entirety of the structure.  They can be added as they are procured without too much ado.  OK?
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The Art of the Deal according to MEGADETH [Feb. 4th, 2017|12:38 pm]
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As I climb onto your back, I will promise not to sting
I will tell you what you want to hear and not mean anything
Then I treat you like a dog as I shoot my venom in
You pretend you didn't know that I am a scorpion, ya!
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Mini-hoot: [Feb. 4th, 2017|01:58 am]
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The invisible and the nonexistant often look very much alike.
-------Julia Sweeney
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It's the unceremonius eating . . . [Feb. 3rd, 2017|01:29 pm]
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. . . of the potatoes that really bothers most of them.  They don't "fix" the potatoes or even serve them; they just pick them up and eat them.  That sort of behavior is disquieting to those still clinging tenuously to the idea of decorum.

(Amen, hey baby an all that shit!)
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