I confess, I know nothing about the ways of the new mog. I used to be able to upload songs and make them play, for the masses, but now I hear that my uploaded songs only play for the corporations, and those who give money to the corporations. Like all poets, I opt for the monkeyhouse instead, which means, in this case, it's back to youtubes for the time beings.
This goes out special, of course, to those of my chums in Brooklyn and N.B., but context clues gave them knowledge of that before I even said it. But, you know, you all can enjoy it with my blessing, even those who don't believe in jesus, because we all know that the pagans took the christ out of x-mas long before there was even a christ in it at all.
Posted on 12/25/2007
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Cheers, Matt. I really enjoyed that song too, thanks.
And...do you know where I am right now?
The lovely west coast. If I can figure out a reasonable way to get to Seattle in the next week, I'm a gonna...
Hope yer swell.
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Pretty far from home, I should say! I just recently got back from the gulf coast, hoping to go to the east coast here real soon. Traveling is nice, wouldn't you say?
So, I'm in the department store yesterday and I call my mom to asker her what the little nieces and nephews are into. She tells me about polly pockets and bionicles and I says to her, I says, "does he have a BB gun yet?" She says, "I don't think they let him have toy guns" and I says, "yeah, I'm sure they don't, but I do, and they'll just have to break his heart by taking it away from him."
You know why I said this, kristiana? You know why? Because on the long drive out I couldn't help but listen to that song like five times. Damn world's going to shit, damn right the kid needs a gun. My brother's just lucky I didn't buy him a fucking AK is all I'm saying.
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Damn, K, somewhere in there should have been a heartfelt thank you along with a plethora of excuses. I will spare you the excuses, as they would just embarrass us both, but again, and this time with feeling, Thank you!
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Always had a hunch this Bad Old Apple is where I should be.
How my Wednesday morning is shaping up:
First, corned beef at Sarge's Deli. Maybe some matzo ball soup. Hot coffee. Then, a brisk 40-block walk to catch the 10:30 show of There Will Be Blood near beautiful Lincoln Center, camera at the ready. Then it's off to figure drawing class.
...All thanks to the Christmas God of New York.
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Might I suggest some earplugs before you hit Sarge's, I wouldn't want you to hear anything that might get you in trouble...
Best I can get for There Will be Blood is midnight on Saturday. I could do worse, so long as I don't fall asleep like I did at Paprika.
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That's right... stick it to the man, just make sure there's a bayonet on the end of that BB gun....
Merry Christmas to you too
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Ha! I thought you'd like the Eaglesmith! In fact, that was the only one I was sure of. I only started listening to him this Fall, heard a kid playing that song on acoustic at about 4am after a drunken night of fun. Made it that much more...
you're welcome, glad you found something you liked. How about that John Deere song?
Yep, thought of how much I enjoyed your stories about the farm, the tobacco story, etc. while making that. Long overdue for another one, I might add.
OK, off for some cross-country skiing now. It's a beautiful day up here in the mountains of Whistler.
Maybe you have a christmas story in your repertoire?
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I strongly recommend buying tickets in advance for There Will Be Blood!
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brand X says: "Might I suggest some earplugs before you hit Sarge's, I wouldn't want you to hear anything that might get you in trouble..."
You refer, of course, to my recent and highly controversial assertion that Sarge's makes one feel so incredibly fine as to render even the piped-in "Jungle Love" by Steve Miller pleasurable, an assertion that got me "pwned" - in the parlance of our times - by one of MOG's most nimble rhetoricians and, save for one glaring blind spot, most refined of musical connoisseurs.
Actually, I'll be bringing the whole of Fly Like An Eagle and Book of Dreams with me to Sarge's on my next visit. I've an intuition that the corned beef there produces some kind of a high-frequency sound wave (the working hypothesis involves such considerations as precise meat density and exact rate of steam dispersal...) that neutralizes the Miller Effect (embarrassment, nausea) and through some sort of Mook-Cancelling Signal even renders it pleasing to the ear. I just need to prove it to the rest of the world. The acid test would of course be the track "Abracadabra" ("...I wanna reach out and grab ya"), but the results could be cataclysmic. Risk getting 86'd from Sarge's? Nothing's worth it.
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I may never see Stephen Jones live, but here's some video footage of a 2006 Babybird gig that's about 30% stage chatter. Fun!