Kids, precious kids, I haven't posted plastered -- or, really, just a bit high -- in a long time. See, this is why I keep mondosapore going, albeit on life support. I need to fucking vent, ragazzi miei, I need to display to you the Full Terry.
I confess my guilty secret. After dissing the late, would-be great Michael "Call me Diana" Jackson on Facebook, I broke down and bought Thriller at the iTune Store ce soir. But, to be fair to me, I also downloaded the Michael Stanley Band and other such 80s dreck and effluvia. Not to mention Echo Beach by the inimitable and rare Martha and the Muffins and -- hold your breath the first Pearls Before Swine album. "The past is broken.../Life in our time is..." Ferkakten? Mayhap.
And double BTW, the wine of cherce ce soir was the Greco di Tufo from Angelarosa. A 2007 that's losing its youthful bloom and acquiring a more mature, nutty, savory nature. So sue me, Polly Pure.
To quote that great Michigander, "Fuck you Tipper Gore, fuck you, Ms. Cheney...." Very amusing, non?
I think you'll see what I mean if you follow a linklet or two.
Finally, to quote the New Beatles, the Bay City Rollers, "Saturday Niii-hiiiiiiight, Saturday Niii-hiiiiiiight."
This one reminds me of me daughter when she was little and we had fun and the family was happy and mental illness and
cancer had not entered our innocent lives.
Wow, I was feeling no pain when I wrote this.
I did the next morning.
Wages of sin.
Posted by: TH | June 30, 2009 at 05:26 PM
Funniest damned thing I've read in a while...thanks for the window into your walls. My only question is, can you burn me copies of those CDs? LOL.
Posted by: Katie | July 01, 2009 at 04:34 PM
You must hail from Cleavland ( or nearby ). Don't be down on MSB - "He Can't Love You" is one of my favorite songs ( a guilty pleasure may-be, but a great pop-rock song nonetheless ).
Posted by: J P Annarella | July 01, 2009 at 10:13 PM
true story - was in bay city, MI one night and needed a hotel room and none were available because the rollers were in town. apparently they are still a big deal there. anyway, it was late and i needed to get some rest and ended up convincing the clerk at the front desk of the local holiday inn to give me the room they had reserved for one of the rollers after i told him that they were in a rock band and would just end up passing out on each others floors anyway. the moral of this story, as with all my stories, is that i am awesome.
Posted by: Morgan | July 02, 2009 at 09:47 AM