Thursday Night last, and a witless ripoff of Daffy Duck.
Thursday afternoon I received a text from my drummer indicating that that evenings rehearsal would start as a run-through at his place then head to a space about five minutes away where he indicated I would see eight Marshall stacks and what would prove to be two full drum-sets previously owned by Kenny Aranoff. The picture of what a version of Musical Valhalla might begin to look like to me was taken by my phone after my initial freekout was allowed (once I cleared the top of the landing and allowed my lower jaw to return to its normal location I did a quick count and informed my buddy that there were not eight stacks but in fact nine, at which point I went immediately to my spot where the four string was-extreme right side of the picture examined the insane wall of speakers and amps, studied the drum kits in detail.) I returned to the three waiting on the other end of the room.
I am pretty sure that the owner of the place gets a kick when a musician that has never seen it arrives, and I am certain that I followed a predictable script, one which he has seen several times.
Once back I was alerted to the ground rules, which started with asking me if I would be offended by the presence of smoking and my answer was a firm no, to which his reply was “perfect” then followed by an inquiry about whether I would like wine, whiskey or beer, “I’ll start with a beer.” “Perfect.” And no sooner than that, a 16 oz can of Bitburger was thrust into my hands, shortly after that a cigarette, after which, I was informed that in these jam sessions “We don’t do covers” I said “Cool; generally speaking, neither do I.”
At this point his partner in crime stepped in to ask me about what I played and whether I would be interested in playing other instruments. I explained that that would not be a problem at all, but given that there was only one person in the room with which I had played previously and the fact that we were going to be pulling shit out of our ass that I would prefer to start with the four string.
After that was sorted, and my request to take some pictures was granted and that mission accomplished we started for the wall of 9 amplifiers and 72 speakers. And I knew that I had just become acquainted with two nut-jobs that were right up my alley. After about 20 minutes of jamming in the keys of E and A I inquired of the partner in crime if it might be possible to introduce a little structure, as in say start in A, shift somewhere in the middle to a diminshed minor 7th and finish in say D minor or F. He was not opposed to the idea, but indicated that he was not quite sure what I was on about.
We took a break after that for a dinner that I had not been aware was in the offering and it was delicious. My buddy and I had, prior to arrival , snarfed down some chips, salsa, and guacamole, but the short workout had managed to reinvigorate our appetites.
After dinner we retired to the studio and played for another hour and a half. I had the pleasure of pounding on both drum kits and thought about taking the 88 key keyboard for a stroll, but that will wait for another day.
A blast was had by all, I was given an open invitation to return and participate in future jams at the joint and provided with a roadie…namaste!
Postscript and Prelude.
As we entered the house and were walking through the garage the owners buddy made a point of mentioning that his pal had an electric car. I’ll have to admit that with the vision of Marshall stacks running through my head I had given the sleek blackness little thought. Wheeling around and laying my eye on the rear end I exclaimed something along the lines of “Holy shit, a Tesla”
which seemed to surprise the partner in crime who asked “You are familiar with them?” as I began the requisite “are you fucking kidding me” lap around the little thing swabbed in carbon fiber, studying the lines, the two seated interior, recalling that I was looking at a sub 4 second to 60mph vehicle…Stifling the urge to ask about looking under the hood and recognizing that a day was being made…
As I was attempting to remain on my best behavior and knowing that there might be a wall of music waiting…Actually the existence of the Tesla kinda confirmed what awaited upstairs…We started upwards towards a room that would re-blow my mind.
Thursday was a perfect distillation of why I will have to sell the auto-bio as a work of fiction. A day that started with possibly ferreting out the identity of our resident pustule, followed by a wheel build (lacing, actually, one spoke shy) ending in Musical Nirvana that began with the coolest thing I have ever seen (I have yet to visit the Louvre)…Days like these do not often come my way, but for some reason they do tend to seek me out.
Now I would like to dig through the crate filled with bags of fancy hammers and take a certain cartoonist to task. The party in question embodies everything that wingnut welfare, balance, and the scourge of mediocrity has wrought upon not only the body politic in general but humanity at large.
Some of you may be familiar with the work of Edward Bruce Tinsley the fourth for he is the auteur behind the Mallard Fillmore Comic strip syndicated by King Features. He became an editorial comic writer because some ass clown at the Washington Times King Features was interested in “balance” feeling the need to add halfwit lacking wit to whatever truth based, facts have a Liberal bias, cartoonist was being published at the time. Oddly enough while there were idiots with megaphones in the early nineties, It had not yet come to pass that being an abject idiot was regularly within the intersection of a Venn diagram with circles consisting of sets “cool” and “well off.” Unfortunately we have come to a place in time and space where being a vacuous dunderheaded asshat can pay the bills. Hell it is what keeps the doors of this place open. Random offering of a piece of Tinsleys “work”
Aside from the fact that IT IS ALWAYS PROJECTION for this particular Octoplexipus the number of logical phallusies, tendentious rendering of history, us v themisms, and missing points like baseball teams missing pitches thrown by Bob Gibson on his best day in 1968 or 1967.
Such is the density of stupid piled upon moronity that frequently serves as humor in Bruce’s “art” that one familiar with physics might wonder why a singularity has not swallowed up the building housing their local fishwrap. The foil in his “gags” is always a straw liberal of the type that only exists in the fevered imaginings of someone who is likely to spend half a night worrying if a terrorist is lying in wait under their beds or people who mainline Megan Kelly and Fox News, though now that think about it, that Venn diagram almost certainly would be indistinguishable from a single circle.
From his
blog:
In this comic strip, you get 382 percent more asterisks than in Doonesbury*. Mallard Fillmore has more asterisks than an MLB record-book. Why? So you can check out the sources of the outrageous assertions and iconoclastic animadversions I put in my little comic strip. Because I try to give you the scoop that the mainstream media don’t. Lots of readers find my valuable information so incredible, that they think it must BE incredible.Hence the *s.
My favorite kind of emails are the ones that start out, “I didn’t believe you, but I checked it out”, and end with “why wasn’t THAT on the news?”
I’m not gonna bother to unpack this one, but do note a familiar tone, arrogance and fractured syntax that lead me to speculations concerning the identity of a certain tenacious resident underpass dweller. While it is possible that the shartiste, Edward Bruce Tinsley the fourth is not the the troll that when not nym-jacking goes by the nom de plume of Dennis, it would be irresponsible not to speculate.
Are you in Indiana? Like many drummers, and especially drummers from Hoosierstan, my husband is an admirer.
Now go back and take a picture of the Tesla. Shame on you for teasing.
That looks… loud. And really, really fun. Color me jealous.
Harmonica players don’t get invited to shit like that. Hmm, now that I think about it, we don’t really get invited anywhere.
(Yes, I survived Snowpocalypse II: Icelectric Slipperypoo without any major issues. House, vehicles, and both human and canine occupants are intact.)
I just peed a little.
Hmm, now that I think about it, we don’t really get invited anywhere.
You get to Spokane I will DEFINITELY put you on stage. Believe that.
Admirer of Aronoff, that is.
You get to Spokane I will DEFINITELY put you on stage. Believe that.
And if I ever get there I’ll take you up on it!
OH crap! I did not know I had actually published that yet. There will be an update to follow, still editing the piece and pivoting on an idiot cartoonist.
But yeah, that was possibly one of the coolest things I have ever seen. I really didn’t fuck around as much as I would have liked because I was trying to be a good guest, and kinda wanted to get back at some point.
Getting an opportunity to acquaint oneself with what one might have laying about if one were to win the lottery…Brilliant. I just would have had a few Fender Amps laying about, ya know Reverb and such.
Back to finish this thing.
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Brilliant. I just would have had a few Fender Amps laying about, ya know Reverb and such.
See I just stick my Line6 Floor Pod in a backpack and hook up my own distortion, reverb, delay, gate, compression and have a wah pedal sitting right there.
Haven’t got a clue as to what y’all are on about. I am reminded of Queen Juliana of the Netherlands who said of quantum physics “I don’t understand it. I don’t even understand the people who understand it.”
(There was some kind of conference in NL where she greeted the physicisicisists)
I just peed a little.
That’s not pee!
… if it might be possible to introduce a little structure, as in say start in A, shift somewhere in the middle to a diminshed minor 7th and finish in say D minor or F. He was not opposed to the idea, but indicated that he was not quite sure what I was on about.
I think I know what you’re getting at, and it’d be a good basis for a jam.
The nine Marshall stacks are impressive but puzzling. I would need one, unless an arms race ensued, in which case I’d need a fair number, and earplugs. Like Tsam, I could bring a few effects, or do without — all I really need is a tube amp.
So glad you guys had fun. Not a rehearsal, after all, but you can have those anytime, huh?
Harmonica players don’t get invited to shit like that. Hmm, now that I think about it, we don’t really get invited anywhere.
think of the even less invites for those of us with no musical talent whatsover…although hubbkf says i am really good at humming…
Haven’t got a clue as to what y’all are on about. I am reminded of Queen Juliana of the Netherlands who said of quantum physics “I don’t understand it. I don’t even understand the people who understand it.”
You got food pr0n, we got music pr0n.
although hubbkf says i am really good at humming…
I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE.
LIKE.
That’s not pee!
I did go #3 but I didn’t want to overshare.
… if it might be possible to introduce a little structure, as in say start in A, shift somewhere in the middle to a diminshed minor 7th and finish in say D minor or F. He was not opposed to the idea, but indicated that he was not quite sure what I was on about.
Major, minor, 7th…
Thus endeth my “look at the fretboard and play it” knowledge. You play it, however, and I’ll solo over it with no trouble–but only by sound.
Maybe you just need to think of it as math.
Gee, when I began compiling B-o-t-B for the last thread, there wasn’t any new thread. After all that work, I wanted to share it with the Sadlies. Now to Provider’s post and ketchup the thread….
Battle-O-the-Bands Comments (#3; from last thread)
Militant Missouri
Clark’s’ Fictitious Earth
Speak to an Octopus
Pickled Hot Cherry
Memphis Snow Apocalypse
Razor Clams
Hormones Mistake
Re-Uptakes
Nonsense Nonsense
Pink-Blue Dragons
Imaginary Rules
Provoke the Trolls
Mutual Vendetta
Stewed Oxtails
Backstories
Out of the Laundry
Chewing Gum with Ketamine
No Fallback Option
Dehydrated Clam
Sasquatch Radio
Chemtrail Agent
Maybe you just need to think of it as math.
The circle of 5ths helps me more, and some of that shit is over-thinking it to a pretty chumpy extent…
Try to think of it like this:
There is a note, a root of the sound.
Major, minor, 7ths, 9ths, diminished and augmented all refer to modifications of what becomes a chord. They also refer to scales (ascending series of notes) that are modified by these conditions. They change the pitch and mode of the chord to get different sounds…brighter, darker, more dense, more refined…
That shit that P_UNE was talking about would be a funk/jazz progression that I wouldn’t like very much.
we don’t really get invited anywhere
I beg to differ ….
So do I.
Maybe you just need to think of it as math.
Oh I do. I just don’t know the nomenclature, or any of the details. I recall a discussion with an old college buddy, also a math major. Mind you this was loooong before the Internet had pictures. He was going on about beats and I kept asking him “how long is a beat?” The reply was quite unsatisfactory as it was a self referential definition. Great, but what is it in Hertz? More this and that and such left me with no interest in pursuing it further.
I never get invited anywhere because I’m still dead.
Great, but what is it in Hertz?
Standard electricity = 60 Hertz
A = 440 Hertz
The notes DO ascend at standard intervals which I shan’t be arsed to look up because I the wavelength and frequency are about as relevant to ROCKNFUCKINGROLL as Hot Pockets are to Pup’s diet.
The fact is, you liberals damage your hearing by playing loud music and listening to loud music. Maybe that is why you dont understanf conservatives. You are deaf to raison.
WHAT? SPEAK UP
Example: Major, minor, 7ths, 9ths, diminished and augmented all refer to modifications of what becomes a chord.
I kind of get that intuitively, I just don’t know a 7th is nor do I know what “diminished” means. I couldn’t define what the mode of a chord is if my life depended on it.
Never had the urge to learn about it mostly because I hear the math of the music. I appreciate it for what it is with no interest in the details of it’s description. It’s kind of weird then that when I’m sitting on the pot or just in a quiet place I hear the harmonics in the faint background noises and I make it into music, adding melodies and shit. Now and then I briefly consider setting up a music system on my PC to produce recordings but then my attention wanders to something else and never do it.
Yeah, Paul got invited to a lot of parties 40 years ago. I bet he’d be no fun now though.
Although the corpse of Paul Butterfield would still play better harp than Bob Dylan ever could. [ba-dum-bum-TSSH!]
Most people use the word “beat” very loosely. “Tempo” tells you how many (evenly-spaced) beats per minute, i.e. 120 BPM; tempo could also be given as a word indicating a range, i.e. “allegro, “medium,” etc.
But people often use “beat” to mean “rhythm.” There is no such thing as a bossa nova beat, for example — that’s a rhythm, a pattern, by which we usually mean something more than regular pulsation. A heartbeat has a regular rhythm, and the tempo can change, or even stop, heaven forfend.
Speaking to the ridiculousness of the set up, Dude likes to have lots of folks come by and jam and I think wants to provide enough amps to accommodate a 4 guitar 2 bass two drummers a keyboardist two or three singers…My kind of nutjob. If I had fifty grand lying around to build a similar setup some Fender Amps (twin reverbs, Bassman stacks, etc would also be featured.
As far as the semi-structured key thing which would be as t’sam describes, I just pulled those out of my ass in an attempt to figure exactly on what level I could communicate with the guitarist in question. After figuring out that while he had good ears and could play
the thing but did not speak in “keys” I figured that it was best for me to follow them for a bit.
The post has been edited and updated and an idiot who we may or may not know has been taken to the woodshed.
Oh, and OBS a Harmonica would be welcomed at that place. We really didn’t get that loud what with the need to get used to each other.
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…because I the wavelength and frequency are about as relevant to ROCKNFUCKINGROLL as Hot Pockets are to Pup’s diet.
I will admit that this has me dealing with a case of the giggles. The truth is sometimes also funny.
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The fact is, you liberals damage your hearing by playing loud music and listening to loud music.
okay, grandpa gary…we’ll turn it down…go back to sleep…
I am enjoying the fact that I am reminded of the fact that there are a number of sadlynautical musicians.
Just got off of the phone with the drummer, we might be returning on Thursday. More pictures will follow soon if that is the case. The Tesla Roadster will be documented thoroughly the next time I get out there in any event.
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You play it, however, and I’ll solo over it with no trouble–but only by sound.
I could once actually read music, but no longer. As long as you have good ears and a clue of what a key is that will take you far. I might not recognize a diminished 9th or minor seventh off of the bat but I’ll find something to add to the mix when presented with that puzzle.
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logical phallusies
I eagerly await Herr Doktor to provide an illustration.
…It’s kind of weird then that when I’m sitting on the pot or just in a quiet place I hear the harmonics in the faint background noises and I make it into music, adding melodies and shit…
I do that shit all of the time. In the absence of actual music if there is something coughing a barely audible beat or some machinery pointing to a melody, I am all over that shit like a cheap suit.
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I never get invited anywhere because I’m still dead.
This one elicited a snort. I thought that I would be immune to dead Breitbart Jokes by now. Nope.
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Never had the urge to learn about it mostly because I hear the math of the music. I appreciate it for what it is with no interest in the details of it’s description.
Honestly, you’re better off than us musicians. We struggle to just hear music without picking out bass lines or guitar riffs, or finding the lead riff, playing along in our minds…
I sit there and finger guitar solos over music I’m listening to. It’s nerdy as fuck.
I eagerly await Herr Doktor to provide an illustration.
This is a FAMILY blog.
I could once actually read music, but no longer. As long as you have good ears and a clue of what a key is that will take you far
I read music back in school when I played the trumpet, but only in Treble Clef and trumpets can’t play chords. The way I handle it is to pick up all the notes in riff, and then I sort of instinctively know where to go, and I have an arsenal of comma notes and mode changes to give it the feel I want. Sort of a fake it til ya make it sort of approach. I got to where I can solo over just about anything.
logical phallusies
Not to be confused with the Pons Assinorum.
When I start a jam, I stand around and wait for the bass and drums to catch a groove and then jump in and fuck everything all up to hell.
I’ll just leave this here.
fingering the solo…
I have been playing guitar in a new tuning for a week. Thinking of making it permanent. Standard = EADGBE. New = all major 3rds = G B D# G B D#
Had to invent a custom string set to get the tensions right. I like it, so far. Gotta relearn the neck, mostly. The new chord shapes are pretty cool, tho. I actually like the majors and minors better than barre chords, for ex.
Argumentum ad PENIS.
Well that killed it.
My PENIS is a killer.
Yum. Delicious leftover lemony butter chicken and saffron basmati rice. Just ran across Mario Batali’s Fresh Ricotta and Egg Ravioli with Brown Butter. It just went into my menu plan for later this week.
I have been playing guitar in a new tuning for a week. Thinking of making it permanent. Standard = EADGBE. New = all major 3rds = G B D# G B D#
Had to invent a custom string set to get the tensions right. I like it, so far. Gotta relearn the neck, mostly. The new chord shapes are pretty cool, tho. I actually like the majors and minors better than barre chords, for ex.
You’re insane. (In the good way). I can handle drop D, but those other alternate tunings kick my ass all to hell. When I finger the 3rd fret, 5th string, motherfucker BETTER sound off with C.
I have never tried anything but drop D, tsam. I dunno what to think. Part of the time I’m like, “wow, this isn’t so bad,” and then it is — bad indeed.
But when I hit what used to be that C, and it comes out D, at least I know (by ear, at this point) what it is now. I detect and move pretty quick.
Ah ha ha ha! Truth or Facts or Liberal Bias at the Slimes.
If you believe any of those things were ever allowed in the building (notes tied around bricks chucked through the windows notwithstanding), I have a bridge to sell you. A rainbow bridge across which unicorns frolic as they go to and fro from Yummy Gumdrop Land
Was it a good paper before the Rev. Moon bought it and made it the official Moonie birdcage liner and fish wrap?
Do those amps go to “11”?
5 is about as much as you can stand from those amps.
And besides, there are NINE of them.
Do those amps go to “11??
If they do not now, they will after my next visit. 🙂
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Need a refresher in the Link-into-Text Alchemy. I can’t seem to make it work, so I must have forgotten the pattern (AGAIN!). Could kind Sadlie give the Alchemy formula again? This time I promise to write it down !! Please use a format indentical to what I should type.
I need the Link-into-Text Alchemy because I’m working on longish comment with a number of references. Thanx muchly! Now I must go run errands for a coupla hours.
OBS: Did you lose power? Any tree damage to your digs? (My brother’s driveway is blocked by a BIG fallen limb. He says he’ll have enough firewood for the rest of the winter.) I hope all the Oregonians have a quick, sustained warm-up and a fast melt!!
It just went into my menu plan for later this week.
what day? i need to know so i can alert the major to crank up the plane…might as well get this reality show started…
Please use a format identical to what I should type.
Ah, but that would create a link.
bbfk: Larfed I did!
Fenwick, in the line below, you’ll need to substitute “” for “(” and “)”
(a href=”[Fenwick’s website URL goes in here]”)[Fenwick’s description that reader will see goes in here](/a)
bbfk: I was praising the euphemism….
See, the greater than and less than characters won’t even show, dammit!
CRA: Thanx !!!
Also…
praising the euphemism….??
Ooh.
Loud stuff.
Yes.
bbfk: I was praising the euphemism….
that one was pretty spot on…
≪a href = “http://www.sadlyno.com” title = “optional hover text – you can elide this”>Look at this Sadly, No! post ≪/a>
Fuck you android nexus. The ampersand Lt semicolon SHOULD have come out ad left angle brackets alas less than signs.
And FYWP for good measure.
Got 99 volumes but a bitch ain’t one….
11 x 9 amps = 99 …things.
Sorry. I’ll show myself out.
Neun und neunzig luftballoon
Also FY autocorrect aka alas
5 is about as much as you can stand from those amps.
IIRC from my Electrical Engineering days, don’t amps start “clipping” somewhere around 70 percent anyways?
don’t amps start “clipping” somewhere around 70 percent anyways?
Yes–the percentage varies by quality of the speaker and electrical connects and the power amp, but that’s definitely the mean.
Neun und neunzig luftballoon
I love that song.
Almost forgot to post a Super Bowl picture of me watching the game.
The intoxicants were intoxicating.
I’m one wearing the magic helmet.
We lost power for a short while, but were prepared for it. No damage to anything, thankfully. Lots of trees down around town though. One of the main downtown streets were still blocked yesterday with downed trees and power lines. All of the side streets and parking lots are still slushy nasty messes, but it’s slowly melting away.
Also, too, link-fu:
<a href=”http://a.PENIS.link/”>PENIS</a>
I think you have to put more spaces in there
TOTALLY NOT GOATSE
Clipping depends on the type of amp – tube, triode tube, pentode tube, class A, class A/B et cetera, as well as circvuit design, power supply, and input. Tube amps have a LOT more headroom than SS designs.
ok–goddamit. (carrot here)a href = “GOATSE URL”>TOTALLY NOT GOATSE(Otherway carrot)/a(carrot)
Haloscan Sandbox
Testing html tag help. for fenwick.
But solid state amps RULE. Same volume and tone all night long. Digital effects do a credible job of emulating tube sound these days.
Serious t’sam are serious.
Jeebus Horatio Jumping-up-and-down Christ, people! It’s not that hard. Cut-n-paste the shit I posted and save it somewhere. Criminy.
I used to follow Mallard Fillmore and the misadventures of Bruce Tinsley a lot back at Something Awful. You know that fake MF in America The Book with the punchline “Oops, I forgot to tell a joke”? When Bruce found out about the mild parody he was angry because he thought people would mistake that for a real comic. So he made a comic where Jon Stewart says he (Stewart) likes little boys. I probably have that comic somewhere but I’m on my phone.
http://uncletomfoolery.blogspot.com/2004/10/haloscan-html-sandbox.html
Funny that I had to drop the link to the page that instructs in their use. I love the hand held computater, but not so good for the blogging.
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Jeebus Horatio Jumping-up-and-down Christ, people! It’s not that hard. Cut-n-paste the shit I posted and save it somewhere. Criminy.
I was TRYING to make a goatse joke. I dont’ care about the link code.
html is worse than calculus and satan.
Just had a phone mini-interview with a movie theater! Wish I could go back in time and say I go to movie theaters often (I don’t, they cost too much) and I can work Friday afternoons and evenings (not a lie).
FA, I might be of a mind to suggest a nym adustment. Future Artist. I wish you the best in any event.
/Shakes fist skyward.
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Ouch! Sports Illustrated and certain anonymous NFL bigwigs get bitch slapped. Read the whole thing, heh.
\http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/2014/02/10/274652475/defining-masculinity-down-the-mans-man-game
Oh well, looks like Memphis Snow Apocalypse II Electric Boogaloo tonight.
I’ll be riding the jumpseat home so hopefully I can sleep through the waiting to deice part.
Just had a phone mini-interview with a movie theater! Wish I could go back in time and say I go to movie theaters often (I don’t, they cost too much) and I can work Friday afternoons and evenings (not a lie).
oh…working at the movie theayter was one of my all time favorite jobs…good luck, to you!
I’m one wearing the magic helmet.
ha! one of our bil’s tends to drink to extreme and then do stupid shit…he’s already had two hip replacements (and he’s 4 years younger than me) so ‘armadillering’ people or flying down our hill standing in a radio flyer, or even just riding a bike while intoxicated is not a good idea for him…we presented him with a bike helmet not too long ago, but now i’m thinking the football helmet would be even better since it would make it more difficult to hear his chatty ass…
also, i’m a little disappointed that i haven’t heard when the ravioli with brown butter is on the menu…
also, too…it is amusing that y’all are having difficulties demonstrating the link tag…i’m going to be quiet now before i have a massive karma induced tagfail…
Neun und neunzig luftballoon
I love that song.
Nena Kerner… uhhhhhhh…
FA, I might be of a mind to suggest a nym adustment. Future Artist. I wish you the best in any event.
Good luck!
When I start a jam, I stand around and wait for the bass and drums to catch a groove and then jump in and fuck everything all up to hell.
I start by cooking the berries.
BBBB: Chuckled, I did.
Also for the wimmins… cooking the berries
Not gonna make my long music comment. Backstory of Fenwick as bad musician (but dialed-in radio jock). But thanx to all who explained the Link-into-Text Alchemy. I have written it down !!!
I imagine the Battle of the Bands material should be outstanding in a thread inspired by music…..
Battle O the Bands Part Onewaiting to deice
Owned by Kenny
Fevered Imaginings
Swabbed in Carbon
Fancy Hammers
Idiots with Megaphones
Octoplexipus
Logical Phallusies
Mainline Megan
My Own Distortion
Ketchup the Thread
Change the Pitch
Playing Along in Our Minds
Fake It Til Ya Make It
Invent a Custom
Delicious Leftover
Tied Around Bricks
Gumdrop Land
Magic Helmet
More Headroom
Calculus and Satan
Riding the Jumpseat
Waiting to De-Ice
Oh no, McArdle on tee vee (Mighty Sorry No Body Cares) plugging her book, I think.
Also, in synchronicity news, I too discovered a Mallard Fillmore oddity recently.
Even worse than his politics is the fact that Mallard Fillmore just isn’t funny. Ever.
Conservatives really shouldn’t try to do humor.
New one!
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Bouff, last Tuesday’s number of the Hagerstown Herald-Mail made it through the recent Chambersburg snowmageddon, and when I saw that strip, I had the same indelible sense of “add ‘atheists’ to the long list of things Bruce Tinsley is paid handsomely to actively avoid knowing anything about”. To answer your question, he does have an editor; when I could still muster the energy to comment at Duck and Cover, I used to refer to him as Bruce’s “vestigial editor” and to speculate that his only purpose was to catch and stop the strips where Tin Eye outright says something legally actionable, rather than just smarmily implying it the way he does in, oh, every strip that isn’t completely fucking bland.
Not quite a single circle – there’s a little… jerk to it. 😉
Oh, Mallard Fillmore. You truly are just… just terrible.
He doesn’t mention that 3/4th of his asterisks are about as useful as one that says*. Or they just lead to some right-wing article that begs the question.
Of course, if you’re a ‘regular reader’ of MF, you’ve pretty much lost right out of the gate. It is quite possibly the singular laziest, least informative, asinine political cartoon you’ll find this side of the 38th Parallel.
The local paper here carries it; I tend only only read it on Monday, as he makes a habit of repeating the same comic 3-4 times. My favorite ones are the one where he lambasts wasteful, redundant government spending. Often five days in a row.
You could never succeed in private business that way, you see.
The best part about Mallard Fillmore is that I’m pretty sure they’re the inspiration for the brilliant Political Cartoon that The Onion runs. I would say that The Onion’s cartoon is a *parody* of MF, except that each individual strips contains more thought and effort then a month’s worth of MF strips.
Also, what he does to ellipses should be illegal.
*The Internet.
Helmut M, the Washington Slimes has always been a Moon property (although his kids now run it).