July 18, 2005

Oh...YEAAAHHH!!

People, rock and roll is alive and well.

Besides being SUCH a dork, I was right. And I love when that happens. The Plimsouls are the best rock band in the world. Stones? Mere amateurs. The sound guy at the DuNord needs cochlear implants installed with a ball-peen hammer, but it was a great, soul-carbonating show. Made me feel those good things about being 15 again. I think there were two.

Just HOW big of a dork am I? I bought the T-shirt. I'll wear it proudly.

I've said it before and I'll say it again; lefty bass players are cool.

And thanks, Wendo, for allowing me to kidnap you and for being patient while I crooned along like an idiot teenager to all my favorites.

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July 17, 2005

It's official. I hate The Doors.

Yep. I've been fighting it for years. But it just hit me; The Doors are the stupidest band ever. Here I am listening to LA Woman, and, well, damn. Jim What'shisname must have been a joy to be in a band with. Oh wait; I've already done that...

So, now I'm off to see the greatest band in the world. More about that tomorrow.

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July 10, 2005

Again, God Save The Queen

I'm sorry, Brits, for my little humorous complaint and surly little song of some weeks back.

It's truly heartwarming to see you, my semi-adoptive country about whom I complain so much, collectively thrust your chins in the air once again and say in the loudest possible voice "We will not be cowed, intimidated, or otherwise fucked with. We thumb our nose at your wretched little ideology, knowing it's doomed. We mourn our dead, but we're still laughing all the way. We fart in your general direction, and call your Tube-bombing activities a silly thing. Fuck you, really."

More importantly, it's admirable to watch you gnash your national teeth without rattling your sabres and slapping the Union Jack all over the damn place, something potato-head Americans would be wise to emulate. I like Tony Blair. A lot of Brits might say he's Dubya's snivelling little lap dog. I think not. The boy's got some class. Dubya is a human rutabaga and nothing more. Makes me wish Dan Quayle had run for president.

And once again another huge world event nudges up against my life. My brother got on the train just before the Edgware Road train that blew up. Although it obviously could have been much worse, I hate that. I just hate that.

And oh yeah... our president is still a fucking idiot. IDIOT! Just gotta throw that in once in a while, just to get it out.

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Oh, swell...

Nice to know spammers are reading my blog. I got three comments recently from some nice online poker folks. Bastards.

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