Showing posts with label 1969. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1969. Show all posts
Friday, March 12, 2010
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Happy Birthday, Big Bird!
Sesame Street Turns 40!
1969-2009
I love you, Sesame Street.
Here's a pic of the original Gordon and original (orange) Oscar singing "I Love Trash."
1969
Monday, February 02, 2009
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Ugly Sexy is a Thing and It's Hot
The Rolling Stones, Sympathy for the Devil, Live at Altamont, 1969
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sex? Smoking? Soda? Meat? Laundry? Camera? Cable? Gym? Give it Up!
"Give it Up" by Lee Dorsey and the Meters, 1969
Written, arranged and produced by Allen Toussaint.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Vermontus Interruptus
Friday, August 30, 11:00 a.m.:
I decide that a bus would be the quickest and least complicated and least expensive way to travel. Since I hate people, I decide to buy an $15 one way e-ticket for a 3:30 a.m. bus, I'd get a seat all to myself, take a little sleep, and when I woke up I'd be in Boston. I had a brilliant idea.
VACATION BEGINS
Friday August 30, 2:30 a.m.:
200 other people have the same brilliant idea. The sad sacks at the beginning of the line had been waiting in the pissy basement of Port Authority since 10 p.m. for the 12:30 a.m. bus, which was oversold by a busload or two.
Friday August 30. 4:20 a.m.:
The 12:30 bus people are put onto the 3:30 bus (which by 4:45 was still sitting in the terminal). Another bus arrives, and the first forty nine people in line for the 3:30 bus board, people who arrived in the pissy basement around 12:30.
Friday, August 20, 4:45 a.m.;
Pandemonium breaks out because nobody knows what is going on, and people are cutting in line and sneaking on board, taking advantage of the confusion. The broad behind me threatens to walk across the street and speak to the dispatcher, as she had this same problem last week, where she bought a ticket for a 3:30 a.m. bus which didn't leave until 7 a.m. But, she complained and they gave her half her money back for the inconvenience. $7.
Friday, August 20, 4:49 a.m.:
I bail and go home.
VACATION ENDS
Good grief. Airline travel is a nightmare, the trains are delayed as well, and now, buses? BUSES? Why do so many people have to think they need to go places these days? Where are all these people coming from? What about the tsunamis, droughts, earthquakes, tornadoes, Katrina, forest fires, heatwaves, 9/11, Darfur, Bush's War in Iraq, mining accidents, Chinese toothpaste, Chinese toys, Chinese petfood, tainted spinach, Elisabeth Hasselbeck, and yet still, we have too many friggin' humans crawling around the planet? What gives?
I decide that a bus would be the quickest and least complicated and least expensive way to travel. Since I hate people, I decide to buy an $15 one way e-ticket for a 3:30 a.m. bus, I'd get a seat all to myself, take a little sleep, and when I woke up I'd be in Boston. I had a brilliant idea.
VACATION BEGINS
Friday August 30, 2:30 a.m.:
200 other people have the same brilliant idea. The sad sacks at the beginning of the line had been waiting in the pissy basement of Port Authority since 10 p.m. for the 12:30 a.m. bus, which was oversold by a busload or two.
Friday August 30. 4:20 a.m.:
The 12:30 bus people are put onto the 3:30 bus (which by 4:45 was still sitting in the terminal). Another bus arrives, and the first forty nine people in line for the 3:30 bus board, people who arrived in the pissy basement around 12:30.
Friday, August 20, 4:45 a.m.;
Pandemonium breaks out because nobody knows what is going on, and people are cutting in line and sneaking on board, taking advantage of the confusion. The broad behind me threatens to walk across the street and speak to the dispatcher, as she had this same problem last week, where she bought a ticket for a 3:30 a.m. bus which didn't leave until 7 a.m. But, she complained and they gave her half her money back for the inconvenience. $7.
Friday, August 20, 4:49 a.m.:
I bail and go home.
VACATION ENDS
Good grief. Airline travel is a nightmare, the trains are delayed as well, and now, buses? BUSES? Why do so many people have to think they need to go places these days? Where are all these people coming from? What about the tsunamis, droughts, earthquakes, tornadoes, Katrina, forest fires, heatwaves, 9/11, Darfur, Bush's War in Iraq, mining accidents, Chinese toothpaste, Chinese toys, Chinese petfood, tainted spinach, Elisabeth Hasselbeck, and yet still, we have too many friggin' humans crawling around the planet? What gives?
Monday, July 23, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
I Can't Have Houseplants Because Doodle Eats Them
But I just can't get enough of Houseplant Picture Studio.
Check out this 1969 Electric Junkyard album that the clever Mr. Kurt Benbenek has so kindly downloaded mp3 style for our listening pleasure.
Kurt, per usual: Keepin' it real on the Left Coast.
I'm partial to Annie's Place, of course. And the year 1969.
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