Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

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Hell Of A Lineup

Everyone’s tenth-favorite Canadian (after the members of Rush, the Kids in the Hall, and Sarah Polley) David Lemieux posted this on Twitter today, possibly to depress all of us into suicide about the current state of music. LOOK AT THIS BULLSHIT. Legend after legend, and also the Jefferson Airplane, playing at what was essentially a high school auditorium.

Obviously, the highlight is the Dead’s four-show run that so often gets overlooked in favor of the more famous (and more documented) Veneta Creamery gig, but barring the band you’ve known for all these years, who’s the King Stud? We begin with subtraction.

John Mayall/Albert King It turns out “John Mayall” is not John Mayer spelled wrong; also, John Mayer does not have access to Time Sheath technology so he almost certainly is not playing any gigs in 1972. Someone’s gonna stick up for Albert King, but they shouldn’t because the Blues are boring. Learn a fourth chord, the Blues.

Joe Cocker I couldn’t have seen Joe Cocker live because I would’ve charged the stage and shoved a wallet in his mouth. Stop twitching, Joey the Spaz.

Cat Stevens Dogshit. Don’t you have a hajj to go to, Yusef? Music is haram, infidel.

Jefferson Airplane The single most interesting thing the Jefferson Airplane ever did was the time a swozzled Grace Slick taunted a Hamburg crowd by chanting “WHO WON THE WAR?” at them until Marty Balin tackled her. That’s living theater, man.

Leon Russell This is a tough gig to throw on the scrap pile, but Leon’s dead so he won’t be insulted. (And even when Leon was alive, he wasn’t really aware of what was going on.) He might have made the cut, but he played piano on Monster Mash* and anyone who played piano on Monster Mash gets eliminated. I don’t make the rules.

The Kinks/Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show Maybe if Stevie or Pink Floyd weren’t on the list. Maybe. Did the Davies brothers get into a fistfight onstage at this show? That would change my mind, but the innertubes has no information about said alleged fisticuffs, so that’s a “No” for me, dog.

You should, however, read this wonderful (and long) exegesis of Dr. Hook’s ’74 appearance on Musikladen by Okkervil River’s frontman Will Sheff. Trust me.

The Faces/Tower of Power The Faces are the most precisely rated band in Rock history. Not overrated, not underrated; precisely as forgotten as they should be.

So: we’ve narrowed our field down to four competitors but not really because even though I (and Valued Commentator JES) love Humble Pie, they’re just not in the same league as the other three, are they? But Steve Marriott and the boys did cover a familiar tune:

Better than Jerry Band’s version? I don’t know, but it is three hours shorter and I don’t have to picture Smokin’ John Kahn while it’s playing.

OUR FINALISTS:

The Pink Floyd Sound, maaaaaaaaaaaan Is the Floyd cool this year or not? They swing back and forth, according to Important Rock Critics, at least. The Floyd are to music criticism what eggs are to nutritional science. I don’t give a fuck; there’s always room for Animals on my turntable.

(And, yes, I see that they were playing at Winterland instead of the BCT. Stop correcting people.)

What were they playing in 1972, anyway?

It was the Dark Side of the Moon tour. Gonna be tough to beat. You’d have to be some sort of super-funky musical genius.

Stevie Wonder Who is a super-funky musical genius, and 1972 was a strapping year from Little Stevie. Music of My Mind had come out the previous year; Talking Book and its big hit Superstition came out in ’72, and Innervisions was due to be released in ’73. On 12/26/72, he filmed an hourlong special called SOUL! in New York with the same band he had for the BCT show. They were all right.

And then a few weeks later, he appeared on the game show What’s My Line? (I know that doesn’t have anything to do with how rockin’ a gig he would have put on, but it’s fun and I wanted to share it with you even though none of you are helping me with my doobie problem.)

GENE SHALIT! SOUPY!

And, hey, check this out:

Don’t tell me the 70’s weren’t awesome.

But, like Highlanders, there can be only one and since it will annoy Mr. Completely I will choose to use the Time Sheath to go back and catch the only person on this list whose hand I got to shake before they died: George Carlin doing material from the legendary Class Clown album.

So, in closing, I leave you with George’s immortal words: shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits. And tits shouldn’t even be on the list, man.

 

*Absolutely true.

The Daily Recounting 8/20/18

We’re doing this again?

Yeah, but in the FAQ format. I feel it’s more conducive to information.

Not because it’s easier than writing paragraphs like a big boy?

No. Definitely not.

Gotcha.

Just read your part, please.

Lazy bastard. Ahem. What the fuck happened today?

Everyone’s going to jail.

Everyone?

No. Two guys.

That’s not even close  to “everyone.”

I’m not going to fight with you all night. Just ask questions about politics.

Who’s going to jail?

Paul Manafort and Michael Cohen.

What for?

So, so, so many things. These two were criminal polymaths. Y’know how Sammy Davis Jr. could sing and dance and act and play a bunch of instruments? Like that, but for corruption. Jacks of all shadiness. Dirty deeds.

Done dirt cheap?

Oh, no. The opposite. Each crime was for a sum that 99% of humanity won’t earn in a lifetime. High-end crimes. But not classy high-end crimes like cat burglary; tacky shit like submitting falsified income statements to banks, or declaring earnings as a loan (that coincidentally gets forgiven). Or paying off porn stars that you didn’t even get to fuck.

Let’s do this one at a time.

Speaking of porn stars. HEY-OH!

Don’t do that.

You’re right. Let’s start with Paul Manafort.

Who’s he?

Ever see The West Wing?

Yes.

Paul Manafort is the opposite of The West Wing. He’s everything that’s venal, sleazy, brutal, and corrupt about Washington, D.C. in a $5,000 suit that still, somehow, looks like shit. He’d steal the coins off a dead man’s eyes.

You’re not making him sound worse than anyone else in that city.

He was partners with Roger Stone.

Eww. 

Yeah. He lobbied for the worst humans on the planet. African warlords and Baltic dictators; if Doctor Doom were a real person and Latveria were a real place, then Manafort would have introduced him to the right people. (For millions of bucks, of course.)

Anyone I would have heard of?

Mobotu Sese Seku. Jonas Savimbi. Ferdinand Marcos.

Those are all terrible people.

No, no. Just misunderstood. Anyway, after the Soviet Union broke up, Paul went hard into the formerly-red paint. Hooked up with a guy named Victor Yankovych from Ukraine, who was bankrolled by an oligarch named Oleg Deripskaya.

When do the Brothers Karamazov become involved?

Focus. Ukraine has had one question before it since regaining its independence: Do we dance with Europe or Russia? Well, those Moscow girls always made Victor sing and shout, and Paul helped him win the presidency in an election about which the U.N. said “You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Ukraine has to this day been dealing with the ramifications and also the tanks that Putin keeps sending. Honestly, the tanks are worse than the ramifications.

What does this have to do with anything?

Trust the process. So: while Paul’s fucking up another country’s shit, this guy Deripskaya is getting his hooks into him. Lending him money and fronting him on investment opportunities which (wouldn’t you know it) go south. By 2014, the back of the envelope has him down $17 million and this is not like owing the bank or the IRS $17 million. You truly do not want to owe a Russian oligarch $17 million. Anyway, Paulie’s avoiding Oleg and scrambling around trying to: A, find some cash to pay off his debts; and B, maintain himself in a certain lifestyle. What he’d really like is for one big score that would put him even AND get him back in the good graces of Moscow. And then along comes Donny and the rest is history. Well, it’s testimony.

What was he tried for, specifically?

Manafort, a fixture in Republican politics for decades, was convicted of five counts of tax fraud, one count of failure to file a report of foreign bank and financial accounts and two counts of bank fraud. A mistrial was declared in three counts of failing to file reports of foreign bank and financial accounts, and seven counts of bank fraud and bank fraud conspiracy. – NBC News, 8/20/18

So lazy.

Fuck off.

He going to jail?

Oh, yeah. If he doesn’t get murdered first. At least seven years from today’s verdict.

Today’s?

Paul Manafort will be going on trial again in a few weeks, this time for illegal lobbying and money laundering.

Cruel summer.

Bananarama always got it right.

What about Michael Cohen?

Oy vey. This gonif. Michael Cohen plead guilty in federal court to eight counts. Everything from campaign fund fraud to not reporting income to goldfish rape.

He raped a goldfish?

Y’know what? Why the fuck not at this point? It’s no weirder than any of the rest of today’s news.

And how long is he going to jail for?

That depends. If he keeps his mouth shut? Maybe 65 years.

That is very many years.

Longer than the vast majority of my direct ancestors were alive. It would basically be a life sentence.

What if he does talk?

Less than that.

Okay, but how does this affect the president?

Cohen testified as part of his plea that he was personally directed by Basketball Head to pay off two women with campaign funds. The President of the United States is now implicated in a conspiracy to commit fraud.

So we arrest him now, right?

Oh, no.

Why the fuck not?

For the same reasons the Twin Towers came down on 9/11: a failure to imagine catastrophe. Just like the World Trade Center’s architects couldn’t foresee a jumbo jet slamming into the building at full throttle, the framers of the Constitution didn’t dream that someone so brazenly corrupt would ever hold the Executive office. Which is why they made it exceedingly tough–if not impossible–to charge the president with a crime. It might not even be legal to subpoena a sitting president.

Might not?

I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention, but we’re in uncharted depths here. None of this bullshit has happened before.

What about Richard Nix–

DO NOT COMPARE DONALD FUCKING TRUMP TO RICHARD NIXON! NIXON WENT TO CHINA!

Sorry.

You feel strongly about this.

It’s a glib and shallow comparison that is rejected by serious thinkers, and also me.

Anything else happen today?

Duncan Hunter’s going to jail.

Who’s he?

Douchebag Congressman from San Diego. Turnip’s second major endorsement.

Who was his first?

Chris Collins from upstate New York.

What’s he up to now?

Also going to jail.

“But her e-mails.”

Yup.

Tom Waits For No Man

If you didn’t hear his voice in your head the second you saw the photo, then I don’t wanna talk to you any more.

OR

The Step Brothers reboot looks awful.

OR

Garcia was not the Last Great Smoker. No, that was Peter O’Toole.

Lighting a freshie off the dying butt is a power move, but doing it on national teevee is god-level fuckery.

OR

Bet you a million bucks Tom’s watch is broken.

A Plea

TotD no longer has a Guy, and lives in Florida; if you don’t have a Guy here, you’re fucked. Can’t just go to the shop like a civilized human.

So: if any Enthusiasts could help out, I would appreciate it. The email is Thoughtsonthedead@gmail.com.

 

(NOTA BENE: TotD is not asking for gifts or kickdowns or handouts or anything like that. Straight cash, homie.)

(NOTA PENE: Don’t be a cop.)

A Partial Transcript Of Meet The Press, 8/19/18

“Good morning. It’s Sunday. This is Meet The Press.”

SELF-IMPORTANT BRASS FANFARE NOISE

“Thank you for joining us. My name is Chuck Todd and today our guest is the former mayor of New York City and current member of President Trump’s legal team, Rudy Giuliani.”

“Member is your word, Chuck. ‘Member of the legal team’ is your phrase, and I didn’t say it.”

“You are one of the president’s attorneys, correct?”

“I practice law and Donald Trump is the president, yes.”

“Those two clauses were unrelated.”

“Chuck, I won’t be harassed. The point I’m trying to make is everyone’s a lawyer and everyone’s the president and Hillary Clinton should be summarily executed.”

“Mr. Giuliani, let’s get to the news of the day. The New York Times is reporting that White House Counsel Don McGahn has been cooperating with special counsel Robert Mueller’s Russia investigation, providing inside information about possible obstruction of justice regarding the firing of James Comey.”

“Justice can’t be obstructed, Chuck. It rolls along. Like the Mississippi.”

“Justice can absolutely be obstructed, Mr, Giuliani.”

“OL’ MAAAAAAAN RIIIIIIBBAH! YOU JUS’ KEEP ROLLIN’!”

“Yes, we know the song.”

“It’s a fine one, even though it was sung by a Communist. Chuck, the issue at hand here is that Robert Mueller–if that’s his real name–is engaged in a witch hunt that threatens our nation. President Trump has been distracted from his agenda of making America great, and that’s the shame here.”

“Uh-huh. Mr. Giuliani, do you know what Mr. McGahn said to the special counsel’s office?”

“I assume they discussed politics.”

“Can you be more specific?”

“Current events?”

“So, you don’t actually know what was discussed in those meetings?”

“I know that McGahn was strong. His strength is a given. I once saw him pick up a refrigerator and move it across the room. No one helped! All by himself, and I’m not talking about one of those little dorm fridges. Full-size job. That strength carries over into his lawyering.”

“Again: you don’t know what the White House counsel said to the prosecutor?”

“I know the gist. People underestimate the power of the gist. I know the gist.”

“Let’s move on. Will the president be sitting down for an interview with Robert Mueller?”

“The president wants to. Very badly. He’s done nothing wrong, so he wants to clear his good name. Have you heard about black unemployment?”

“Will he or won’t he?”

“Well, Chuck, the problem is that Roberto Mueller–”

“His name is not Roberto.”

“–is operating a bad faith operation. Lot of operating going on over there. And what we anticipate is that he will try to lure the president into a perjury trap.”

“A perjury trap?”

“Mm-hmm. A perjury trap.”

“Couldn’t that be avoided simply by telling the truth?”

“Whose truth, Chuck? Which truth are we using as the metric?”

The truth. There’s only one truth.”

“Chuck, that’s reductive. Have you ever seen Rashomon?”

“Please don’t bring Rashomon into this.”

“I must! We’re all Japanese peasants witnessing a rape and murder at this point. The truth has become scattered, like sugar a child has spilled on the kitchen floor.”

“What?”

“Truth is beauty, and beauty is truth, and never the twain shall meet.”

“That’s not how that goes in the slightest.”

“Truth is like a sharknado.”

“Nothing is like a sharknado, Mr. Giuliani.”

“Just nice to see Ian Ziering working. Hollywood didn’t give him the chance his talent deserved.”

“Changing subjects, who do you think leaked the information about Don McGahn to the Times?”

“No one had to leak it. Maggie Haberman has been camped out in the West Wing for months. At this point, she’s family. President Trump calls her Jewish Ivanka.”

“Maggie Haberman is not Jewish.”

“All journalists are Jewish, Chuck.”

“I’m just gonna throw it to commercial now.”

“Thank God. I’m almost out of scotch.”

“When we return, I’ll ask some more middling-ass questions without follow-ups while the republic crumbles. If it’s Sunday, it’s Meet The Press.”

SELF-IMPORTANT BRASS FANFARE NOISE

Said Bobby To A Girl Child, What Would You Like Most To Get?

Can you adopt me?

“Absolutely not. One’s all I can handle.”

You have two daughters, Bobby.

“Yes. Yes, I do. There’s this one and, uh, Lilly Saint.”

No, Bobby. Your other daughter is not named Lilly Saint Weir.

“Should’ve been.”

Oh, I agree. But I think it’s Chl–

“Chlorophyll!”

–oe. Chloe.

“Sounds very familiar. If I’m honest, that’s one of the things that my wife–”

Natasha Monster.

“–handles. It’s a partnership, marriage. She remembers stuff, and I buy all the sports cars.”

That’s fair. I’ve said it before, but: your kids are having a much different childhood than you did.

“Oh, yeah. This is a step up from a semi-stolen Ford Cortina.”

Little bit. God bless the child.

“She’s got her own.”

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