( 10:53 PM )
The following handwritten letter was found crumpled on the cold marble steps of McKinley Hall:
Dear Lisa,
Greetings from the head trauma center at Mountain cyanide senior center. Er, wait, maybe it's cedar memorial hospital, or I don't know, it's a hospice or something. Anyway, my prognosis looks great! I guess I was run over by a cab-driving taxidermist hawking Mary Kay skin products. There's so many questions, like does Kentucky Fried Chicken serve roast beef sandwiches? Then how the hell did that Manwich get in my purse? Been listening to lots of Fink Ployd and watching Porky Gark over and over. Quarters tells me the march of dimes is pissing off the pennies, but my half-dollars are on the penguins. You know maybe I will get some sleep after all.
Can’t wait for our surprise Xanadu birthday party for Crystal next week,
Kristin
Song of the Day:
“Workin’ Day And Night” Michael Jackson 1979
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( 10:51 PM )
Time Keeps on Slipping, Slipping, Slipping Into the Furniture
Lately I’ve been listening to old records my late Uncle Rudy left me a few years ago.
He was the proverbial black sheep of the family and I never saw him much, but I remember him best when I was a kid in the late 1970’s. He drove a Jeep, owned a bachelor pad apartment, worked at Kodak, and sadly drank a lot.
I know he also dabbled with weed because a couple of the records I opened up had dusty flakes in the creases of the gatefold covers. He was a My Name is Earl-kind of guy (but looked more Uncle Leo from Seinfeld). One time he got so drunk at a 4th of July family picnic that the adults hid his car keys until he finally passed out behind the wheel of his Jeep parked in the driveway.
Sure he had some obvious faults, but for me anyway, I always found him good-natured. I really wish I’d known him better. After listening and looking through these 50-odd albums I sort of do.
His record collection consisted of mainly 70’s FM rock type stuff-- Bob Seger, Steely Dan, The Beach Boys, Boston, Fleetwood Mac, ABBA, Merle Haggard, Judy Collins, Willie Nelson, Eric Clapton, Rod Stewart, Three Dog Night, Linda Ronstadt, and even AC/DC (Powerage!)
There was some cheese too—like Olivia Newton John’s Physical and Easy to Love by Engelbert Humperdinck, but the real gem here was an obscure Burt Reynolds record from 1973 called Ask Me What I Am. A surprising decent folk-country album, it’s particularly worthy for “Slow John Fairburn,” a spoken tale about a small town elderly gentleman who wins a bet pulling an Evel Knievel joyride on borrowed ‘motorsicle.’
And yes, if you're wondering, Burt’s gentlemanly mug on that cover is the same picture that graces my 2 Walls bio page.
Great tunes from the Uncle Rudy collection currently in turntable rotation:
Wishing You Were Here ~ Chicago
Just You ‘n’ Me ~ Chicago
52nd Street ~ Billy Joel
Big Shot ~ Billy Joel
Find My Fortune ~ REO Speedwagon
Start a New Life ~ REO Speedwagon
The Road ~ Jackson Browne
I Can’t Tell You Why ~ The Eagles
Funky Junky ~ Charlie Daniels
Have a Cigar ~ Pink Floyd
She Knows ~ Thin Lizzy
Rhiannon ~ Fleetwood Mac
Carouselambra ~ Led Zeppelin
I’m Gonna Crawl ~ Led Zeppelin
Celebration ~ Steve Miller Band
Miracles ~ Jefferson Starship
Fire and Ice ~ Pat Benetar
Can’t Nickname The Truth ~ Sly Stone
Handclapping Song ~ The Meters
Look Out (Live) ~ Cheap Trick
Come On, Come On ~ Cheap Trick
Walking on the Moon ~ The Police
Song of the Day:
“Journey From Eden” Steve Miller Band 1972
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( 9:21 PM )
The following is a mysterious handwritten letter found crumpled on the windswept grounds of McKinley Hall:
Dear Lisa,
Hey whatever happened to Smokey the Bear? Remember when we were kids, didn’t Smokey used to say "Hey you little shits get your asses out of my goddamn forest!” Or wait, maybe it was “You start a fire with that joint hippie and I’ll kick your fucking long-haired ass!" I might've seen him on Sesame Street which was really progressive with both youngsters and bears back then. Well maybe it didn’t have the swearing or smoking bears. I don't know. Anyway, hey how about basketballers G-Mac & J-Mac, Brokeback, and Big Mac--both edible and computer? I’m strangely into the new Ask This Old House Porno Series. Whether getting drilled, nailed, or spackling my holes, I also cop home improvement moves.
Still waiting for Tom Silva to buzz me,
Kristin
Song of the Day:
“Build Me a Woman” The Doors 1970
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