This is a title

Ya take the good

(I might be obsessed with bluegrass and pickers)

Ya take the bad

(I might love anything and everything about aliens…even if it’s corny)

Ya take ’em both and there you have….the facts…of..life

(Vintage stuff rules)

bonus interview with Billy Strings talking about his step-dad’s (he just calls him dad) guitar. You get to see what an absolute doll Billy is.

Whut?

A little help for the single Hostage ladies (wink wink) wait…are there any? Never you mind…watch the video

You take heed of this tips, and you’re sure to get a stud like this….

This is dedicated to all the lettuce out there….

You Get Nothing and Like It.

I’m passively aggressively punishing you guys and giving you no links because you didn’t click on any of mine last week. I hope this hurts you as much as it does me…

I know you’re sad…you’re forgiven. We’ll start again fresh next week. Love you snookums.

The Shaggs-Best..Band..EVAHR!!

This week’s musical journey take us back to the little town of Fremont, New Hampshire, circa 1968. Actually, I don’t even know if Fremont is little or not, it just sounded better when I typed it out.
They actually have an interesting story. The girls were homeschooled because their dad wanted them to spend most of their time working on their music thanks to their good ole, fortune telling grandma who predicted they’d form a popular music group. I think I get such a kick out of this album because they’re kids, they’re innocent, and it’s totally better than anything I can do. I may have purchased this LP for Merv one year on his birthday.

Also, here’s some memes…

Happy Thursday!! May your day kick butt!!

Monday Filler Poat

The old poat was starting to smell stale from a hard weekend, so here’s a fresh one.

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You’re all Tools

 

So, last Friday was Toolday: the day Tool fans from all around the world had waited 13 long years to arrive.  The. New. Album.  And some people just walked around like it was a normal day.   Oblivious to it’s greatness.

Behold the “unboxing”   of the limited edition. Yes, I have it. Unlike everyone else who didn’t pre-order.

 

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Hotspur Meets His Match

In the sad wake of Notre Dame burning yesterday, I mentioned getting engaged there. Oso said she enjoyed hearing it, but that was only a tiny part of the story.

Here I will tell a complete version of my history. I will start at the beginning.

In January of 2000, a close friend of mine, Rick, invited me to an “Ignore The Super Bowl Party.” The idea was to keep the sound off during the game so everyone could chat, then turn it on during the commercials, so everyone could laugh. That was back in the days of the Dotcom bubble, and the commercials were hilarious.

During the week before the game, if Rick asked me once, he asked me five times if I was coming on Sunday. I told him yes each time. But when Sunday came I really didn’t want to go, but I thought, “Fuck, I told him five times I was coming. I’ll just go and stay for a drink and say I have to get up early in the morning, then leave early.”

So I went.

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BBF

Welcome to Big Boob Friday. Well, we’ll see if I get booed out of the room for this one or if this gets pushed down like whoever gets in the way of your mom at the all-you-can-eat buffet.
So I saw this video:

(There’s a pretty good metal version of a Britney Spears song that I like better than the original)
And I thought, “Self, those dancers are pretty hot, they gave their Instagram addresses, I bet that would make a decent BBF post.” So here we are.
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