Thoughts On The Dead

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

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Podia

“…no one could use that bathroom for a couple of weeks. They had to get one of those companies that cleans up crime scenes to come out. Hell of a thing.”

Bobby, what are you doing?

“Pontificating. But, you know, without the hat. Or the child abuse. Sometimes I wear a hat, though. But never the child abuse. You shouldn’t even compare those two things, really.”

True.

“Big on hats, the Catholics. And, uh, the Jews. Their hats aren’t as big. Just as holy, apparently.”

Bobby, why are you giving a speech?

“Because my mime work is sub-par at best. At best.”

I don’t even know what that–

“Bobby! Hey, buddy! We talking hats?”

“We were covering a lot of subjects, Birdy.”

“Benjy.”

“Okay.”

“Bobby, I know hats. When it comes to hats, I make Holly Bowling look like an amateur.”

“That’s a bold statement.”

“I’ll back it up. Watch what happens when I take this one off.”

HAT REMOVING NOISE

“Huh. There’s another one under there.”

“Hats all the way down, man! Let’s join podiums.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“C’mon. It’s not gay. We’ll touch tips.”

“I don’t want to touch tips, Booboo.”

“Benjy.”

“Okay.”

PYROTECHNIC NOISE!

“What, uh, the hell was that?”

“I heard we were having a podium party.”

Okay, this has gotten stupid.

“I agree.”

Which one of you said that?

“Me.”

“Me.”

“Me.”

Sounds right.

Just A Little Bit More

Emmylou Harris and Bonnie Raitt were both beautiful, but not in the same way: Emmylou looked like a sculpture; Bonnie was plastered.

OR

Question time, Enthusiasts! What’s the most obviously coked-up musical performance on YouTube? Lowell up there is gakked to creation and back, but there must be some more Colombian appearances. Post ’em in the Comment Section!

NOTE: That J Geils Band clip is disqualified, and so is the one where Little Richard and his potato salad nearly start a riot. You know which one I’ talking about. This one:

That one.

Bobby Knobby

Hey, Mickey. Looking flexible.

“I’m lithe, and my tendons are supple.”

Gross. Hey, Bobby.

“Howdy.”

Buddy, you’re the worst clown I’ve ever seen. You look stern.

“I was going for whimsical.”

You missed it and hit morose.

“I gotta cut down on the botox.”

Sure. I mean, look how happy Mickey is. That’s how you wear a clown nose.

“Yeah, sure, but Mickey’s drunk.”

You’re not?

“I am, but off a different liquor.”

That does make sense.

Morning Shark, Dew Dew Duh Dew Duh Dew

Have we ever discussed the nadir of cool that were the Wall of Sound’s double-microphones? They are not making my pussy wet.

Dude.

What? I’m telling my truth: those gadgets are so gorky they make my puss drier than Christopher Guest’s wit.

Not okay.

Hey, man. I’m not PC.

It has nothing to do with PC. It has to do with making people queasy.

You know how dry my pussy is?

Stop it; I’m begging you.

My pussy is so dry that doctors used to tell the tubercular to move there.

I’m ripcording you.

What? That’s not AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

ploompf

I am genuinely sorry for that, folks. He’s been having health problems lately, and shouldn’t be trusted with an alphabet. I had to throw him out of the plane we were, for some reason, in. Enjoy the choogle and let’s just forget this happened, huh?

What’s Your Number?

When students send colleges their SAT scores in coming years, the admissions office might also get another number that rates the level of adversity applicants typically face — or privilege they enjoy — based on crime and poverty data and other demographic information about neighborhoods and high schools.

The “overall disadvantage level,” known in admission circles as the “adversity score,” will be a single number from 1 to 100. With 50 set as the average, under a formula established by the College Board, higher scores will indicate higher adversity. Colleges that use it will see the number on a template called an “environmental context dashboard,” which also includes data on Advanced Placement participation and SAT scores at the applicant’s high school. – “Coming Soon, An Adversity Score” Washington Post, 5/16/19

100-91 

  • Survived a school shooting.
  • Parents dead. (Non-Batman.)
  • Mugged on the way to test.
  • Super Puerto Rican.

90-81

  • Absent the day of school shooting.
  • Share bedroom with more than three coyotes.
  • Eyes real close together and no upper lip.
  • Normal Puerto Rican.

80-71

  • Taught to read wrong as a joke.
  • Unfortunate birthmark.
  • Those with Dourif Syndrome. (Sufferers of Dourif Syndrome remind those around them of Brad Dourif, but not in a good way.)
  • Wrong kind of Asian.

70-61

  • Lefties.
  • If you show up for the SAT barefoot and in overalls, and then stop by the hardware store to pick up a few yards of gingham afterwards, you get 75 adversity points.
  • Family members in prison.
  • Good kind of Asian.

60-51

  • Really rich, snotty South American kids who play polo.
  • Been bitten by a dog (any size) that broke the skin.
  • Family members in prison for insider trading or money laundering or that type of shit.
  • Live within a mile of a check-cashing place.

50-41

  • Owns used Kia, but had to pay for it themselves.
  • Both parents in the house, but they may hate each other.
  • Could differentiate between a jetty and a pier.
  • Live within a mile of a Target.

40-31

  • Parents purchased used Kia, but has to pay for insurance/gas.
  • Smile that lights up the room.
  • Access to a swimming pool.
  • Live within a mile of other homes, exclusively.

30-21

  • Parents paid for new Kia, and cover the insurance and gas.
  • Been skiing.
  • Wrong kind of white. (Jewish, Catholic.)
  • Live within a mile of no one at all.

20-11

  • Parents paid for Mercedes, etc.
  • Traveled to a foreign country.
  • Right kind of white. (Protestant, but not Southern Baptist.)
  • Live within a mile of several different locations, depending on the season.

10-1

  • Parents pay for Aviv, who is ex-Mossad, to drive you around in an Suburban.
  • Traveled to a foreign country specifically for the purposes of skiing.
  • Best kind of white. (Wealthy.)
  • On the advice of your accountant, legally have no residence.

Harm Me With Harmony

The Who strolled to the plate with a .750 average–only Keith Moon couldn’t sing–and so did Queen. The Beatles, too. (Don’t give me any of that Ringo revisionism.) Either three or four Grateful Deads could carry (mostly) a tune.

Were there any bands where everyone sang well enough to join in on the harmonies? Let’s see (and hear) your answers in the Comment Section.

All I Know Is That She Sang A Lille While

Hey, Mrs. Donna Jean. Whatcha doing?

“Ah’m boogyin’, sugar. Most nobody don’ know what kinda moves Ah got.”

You mostly just swayed gently onstage.

“Ah was under strict instructions! Miz Donna Jean, we ain’t that kinda band. That’s what e’rybody would tell me. Otherwise, Ah woulda done a li’l hotsteppin’.”

I had no idea.

“Dancin’ Queen Donna Jean. That was mah nickname growin’ up in Alabama. Ah once had the honor of performin’ the tango with Governor Wallace.”

What was that like?

“He kept jammin’ his pecker into mah stomach.”

Sounds right.

OR

I see you back there, Ramrod.

OR

Full.

Fucking.

Muppet.

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