Many many years ago one would occasionally spot a bumpersticker in the Bay Area that read, “It’s Great To Be Living In Colma!”

I’d forgotten the Earps. I suppose boredom is an even better explanation. I basically think he just lost interest once the camp was becoming ‘normal’. He’d told the story that really interested him—the emergence of a community out of brutish chaos. The rest was going to be city council meetings.

I have some heresy: the real reason why the show got canceled was that Milch was out of ideas. This character, the theatre troupe, the new innkeeper…Milch was desperately flailing, albeit brilliantly.

That first album has some of the hottest bass playing ever. Also notable & under-appreciated in that regard: the first Rezillos album.

I couldn’t understand what the problem was. Why no rush of excitement anymore?

About a month later, I heard the Sex Pistols for the first time. Overwhelming and frightening…exactly what the doctor ordered.

Foreigner primed me for punk. I’d *loved* their first LP when it came out. New releases eventually pushed it off the turntable, of course.

Months later, I pulled it out, expecting to get the same rush from hearing it.

Instead—boredom, boredom so strong it actually panicked me a little.
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Still besmirched with the title of the commissioner.

Can somebody please teach him the trick about watching the outfielders to tell whether a ball has a chance of being a home run? There is no other announcer in baseball who is so consistently wrong on home run/fly ball calls as Steiner.

I recall being rather crestfallen, when Hayden White made an offhanded & dismissive crack about Habermas.

I was only about 6 months removed from working through Theory of Communicative Action V1 & still dazzled by the sheer scope of his project. Years later in Martin Jay’s seminar I felt the same.

I had one of those! “Workhorse” barely begins to describe it.

😆😆😆

There are not a lot of voices that can rouse me to instantaneous hatred and fantasies of violence, but he sure has one of them.

Doh! Of course you did. I think I even commented on it.

Oy.

Why no Germs? I’d think that Pat Smear’s thick snarly riffs would be right up your alley. To my ears, he didn’t sound like any other guitarist I could think of. Definitely some Ronson (Bowie) echoes, but other than that I can’t think of stylistic antecedents. faves: Strange Notes, Caught In My Eye

I don’t recognize the guy in the image.

Wasn’t that Steve Jobs’ schtick at the annual Apple unveilings?

I just feel like you have so many guitars, surely you need one with some kind of whammy bar, if for no other reason than possible future homages to Billy Zoom & Dick Dale.

Billy Zoom used his Bigsby to great advantage (cf. Riding With Mary on Under The Big Black Sun). Just sayin’. 😉

He lost me at “linear.”

I sense that I’m glad to have missed something really dumb.

And yet some people will continue to proclaim their belief in a just and loving god, even in the face of such overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Oh what a work of art is man.

Wake the ghosts of I.A. Richards, Cleanth Brooks & William Wimsatt, and let rejoicing and revelry reign: close reading is not dead.

Sound as much Steppenwolf, BTO, or Edgar Winter Band as my beloved Marxist angleurs. 😉

One of my 20 favorite songs _ever_, from any genre, and one of the greatest love songs ever written.

Couldn’t play that side of Double Nickels for a few years after d. boon died because it was just too awful to think about Watt.

Joe Schultz FTW!

Any work of art that’s stopped you dead in your tracks (or just affected you deeply)?

Right after Doc omits ‘kind of’ from his.

Way to take a stand, Ché. 😉

I have never loved an article of clothing more than I loved Lady Miss Kier’s catsuits when I saw Deee-Lite live in 1989. Dear ghods.

Bonus: Bootsy was there on bass!

I’ve always thought Audre Lorde’s insistence that “the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house” rather wrong-headed for precisely the reason alluded to supra. Unless one intends simply to burn it down, in which case…yeah, OK.

As a life-long Californian, I’ve never tasted one (I’ve seen frozen ones but seriously no). Are they hideous?

Also sprach Punk Gitarre Shredder