CD's

I remember when CD’s first came out. I was working in Manhattan and whenever
somebody went to the Record Store on their lunchtime, they would come back with
a CD and show it to everybody. We would all stare at it like it was something
special. “Look, it’s digital.” Then we would discuss what DDD, AAD and ADD stood
for. We would say what album we wanted to come out on CD and we would always say
the same thing,” I’m still gonna buy albums, I’ll only get the good stuff on
CD’s.”
As soon as I got CD’s, I don’t think I bought another album.

Baseball

Ever get into a baseball discussion with people and the talk gets so stupid you think to yourself, “what am I doing here?” The talk was about who has the most home runs. Bobble Head Bonds has 762, Hank Aaron has 755 and Babe Ruth has 714. Out of the blue, one guy says Babe Ruth had the most home runs. His statement cause a burst of laughter. Everybody said Aaron was the first to past Ruth. My friend don’t care. His reasoning that Ruth hit the most home runs is that Ruth’s home run per bath percentage is better then Aaron or Bobble Head, so he has the most home runs. You want to make a case that Ruth is the best Home Run hitter ever, you got a case there. To say Ruth has the most home runs is just silly.

But it gets stranger. Another person enters the conversation and says, “If I had as many at bats as Ruth, I’d hit that many home runs. This coming from a guy who weighs 120 pounds soaking wet. I told him, the breeze of a change up would knock you over. My other friend said, “a lot of players had as many at bats as Ruth, how come they didn’t do it?” The guy didn’t know what to say, he just walked away.

BTW, I’m in the Finals of my Fantasy Head To Head Baseball league. I’m getting killed 10 to 0. All is not lost though. If the 69 Mets could win The Series, if Buckner could let the ball go through his legs, there’s a chance I could come back!

Bongo Fury

Zappa's last great album. Zappa, Beefheart, Duke, Brock. This was the last album he made with that band. After that he got a new band and everything was hit or miss.

"Sam With The Showing Scalp Flat Top"
by Don Van Vliet

Sam with the showing scalp flat top,
Particular about the point it made.
(I got it . . . )
Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper,
This black juice came out on a hard shelled chin.
And they called that 'tobacco juice'.
I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx.
My entire room absorbed every echo.
The music was . . . thud like.
The music was . . . thud like.
I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug.
Opaque melodies that would bug most people.
Music from the other side of the fence.
A black swan figurine lay on all color lily pads.
On a little conglomeration table of pressed black felt.
With same color shadows, in seamed knobbed knees, and what-nots.
The long hallway rolled out into oddball odd.
Beside the fly-pecked black doorway,
That looked closed on the tar-lattice street.
Up a wrought iron fire escape.
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with dark, hard, dark rubber wheels.
Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek!
Sam with the showing scalp flat top,
Particular about the point it made.

Sam was a BASKET CASE!
A hardened dark ivory clip held . . . saleable everyday pencils.
I wish I had a pair 'o bongos!
Bongo Fury!
Bongo Fury!
Oowwwww! Bongo Fury!
(Boogie!)
Bongo Fury!
Bongo Fury . . .
Bongo Fury . . .

Bob Dylan - "Hard Rain"

One of my favorite Dylan albums. I like this better then Dylan's performance at "The Concert For Bangladesh."
Here is Dylan with The Rolling Thunder Review playing rockin' versions of his songs.
My only complaint with this album is the sound quality is really bad. It sounds like a transistor AM radio. Maybe Dylan wanted the sound to sound cheap.
Now that I think of it. I can picture myself in a car back in 1966 with this coming over the AM radio and me blasting "Maggie's Farm."

Zoot Allures

This is one of those albums that when it first came out I hated it. I was expecting a more "Jazz" tinged album.
After awhile it started to grow on me. It's a really good Rock album.
I think my next computer painting is going to be Bob Dylan's "Hard Rain."

Paintings

If you ever checked out this blog, you seen some of the computer paintings I do. I enjoy wrecking album covers. Though my “Oh Mercy” came out really good.

I also dabble in oil. While I’m no Rembrandt, I do think my work is better then John Lennon’s doodles. Because I’m not an ex-Beatle, nobody cares about my work.

There had to be some place I could donate my work so it’ll be on display and people could see it. I’m not talking about the internet, I want a real museum. I thought I found one. It’s “The Museum of Bad Art.” So I sent them an Email with some of my paintings in them. I told them they could have any one they want. I figured any museum is better then no museum. They sent me an Email back saying that my paintings were to bad for The Museum of Bad Art.

Not that I’m offended or anything like that. In fact I’m kind of proud that it’ s too bad for it. What I got to do now is find “The Museum For Really Bad Art.”

Taco Bell

One of my favorite foods is Taco Bell. It’s part of the building blocks of nutrition. It’s really the base, everything is built on Taco Bell.

I go to Taco Bell so often, I’m friends with almost everybody there. The kid that takes the money is a Met fan so he tells me how he hates the Yankees and they suck. Most people get a “Thank You.” I get “The Yankees Suck.” Then to show him what good sport I am, I tip my Yankee hat to him.

The one thing that bothers me about Taco Bell is people don’t know how to drive. There’s two driveways on the Taco Bell property. One for enter, one for exit. They have big arrows pointing the way and enter and exit signs. When somebody want to make a left (when they’re exiting) the get on the right side. Since it’s only an exit driveway, they should be on the left. This really bothers me cause I always get stuck in back of these people. Now they have to cross traffic and it takes time. Yesterday I was really mad cause the car I was stuck in back of refused to make the left hand turn. She could have went five times. I don’t know what she was waiting for. Maybe she wanted no traffic one mile in each direction. I did something I normally don’t do. I got along side of her on the left and made a right hand turn. She was waving her arms and cursing me out. I didn’t care, I just wanted to get home and eat.

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