Frat boys are mindless pigs by their very existence.

Oh, and Ithaca sucks too.

A friend of ours is doing this. Sheep under solar.

I'd feel better about it if they weren't doing it on their family's former Old South plantation.

The friend talks about the old man who's been farming the property forever and how he's now helping with the sheep, and all I can think is, "Did your great-granddaddy used to own his?"

Disturbing.

Oh, she's just bleeding from the whatever.

60. Indeed. I believe my brother saw them in STL about the same time.

58. I saw Chevy Chase on Carson one time and he said he was Steely Dan's drummer before they were Steely Dan.

Indeed he was at Bard College at the same time as them, so it might check out.

15.

What is it about basic journalism that the modern rightwing is unable to understand, if they ever understood?

Do you understand that anonymous sources are often the principals or people very close to them?

Or that governments use journalists to get their points out, especially when with state-run media?

Ignore what you want. Watch the scoreboard.

About my year too.

I'd like to have seen any one of the four you mention, individually or together, especially the last three.

What happened to critical race theory? Make too much sense?

LYD: Going back to last week, did you ever see Joe Pass in California?

49. By similar but somewhat more devious methods, she also saw the line to get into Jimmy Carter's Sunday school class in Plains, said she had to use the restroom, got in the building, then motioned us in with her to the sanctuary. So we ended up not having to watch Jimmy give his lesson on one of the epistles from a remote room. I didn't feel too bad about it.

It is Sunday. Gotta put on some Coltrane.

49: Followup story.

We were supposed to see Al Green in Atlanta at a soul / r&b festival that also had James Brown playing. I think it was one of the last events at Fulton County Stadium.

Rev. Al had some last-minute pastoral conflicts (it was on a Saturday evening, and he always went back to Memphis to preach on Sundays), so had to cancel.

They substituted for him . . . Little Richard.

It was apparently the first time ever Little Richard and James Brown, who'd been making music very close to each other in the South since the 1950s (Macon and South Augusta, SC) and worked all the same circuits, had ever been on a bill together.

Can you imagine James Brown and Little Richard in a room fussing over who gets the lead billing?

I've posted this before. So sue me.

Two versions of Jonathan Richman's "Pablo Picasso":

Pablo Picasso was never called an @$$#0|e
Not like you.

47. Saw him in the 2010s in Knoxville. My wife is such a fan (read: pest) that we trailed his whole entourage back to where they were staying and ended up hanging out with his brother/musical director for a bit. Of course, Rev. Green was at different, higher-priced lodgings.

We've met a lot of neat musicians because of her flat-out ballsiness.

Fun marriage story: We were waiting to see Al DiMeola one time (BlueNote, NYC) and she had pissed me off so much in the line to get in the club that she finagled her way in there before the show on some pretense, got back to the green room, sat with the guitarist and explained to him how much I loved his music and she'd ruined my night (overblown). He and his boyfriends or bandmates were understanding.

She came out with an autographed book of his musical notation that looked like Zappa's "The Black Page."