Darth Drabek

mc chris played my old college town last Thursday. Alas, now that I am a working man living four hours away, I could not go. I bought (yes, bought!!!!) three albums recently: The Twilight Singers - Blackberry Belle Teenage Fanclub - Bandwagonesque The Rolling Stones - Sticky Fingers So now I've joined the club of people who know what an awesome song "Alcoholiday" is.

Hello again everybody - I have been living without the internet or cable TV at my new apartment, somewhat like a 21st century monk. I am much too busy to post at work, but I will occasionally check up on things from a library or somewhere else with free internet access. But for now, I give you one of the Stones' greatest forays into country music: "Dead Flowers" The Rolling Stones Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkin' to some rich folk that you know Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company Well, you know I could never be alone Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon And another girl can take my pain away Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave - yeah! Take me down little Susie, take me down I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail Say it with dead flowers in my wedding And I won't forget to put roses on your grave No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave

I vote Ender for mod! But no Eldar in WOT makes me a saaaaaad panda.

Authority Song is great! My dad had the old Mellencamp tapes and I remember thinking he was singing something completely different that didn't heighten my respect for Johnny Cougar.... "I fight with Dorothy and Dorothy always wins... Oh, I fight with Dorothy and Dorothy always wins!"

Another of my favorite Dylan songs: Shelter from the Storm 'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved. Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail, Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair. She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed. Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love. Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn? "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose. I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine. If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I give you an overlooked Bob Dylan gem from his 1978 album, Street Legal: Changing of the Guards Sixteen years, Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves. Desperate men, desperate women divided, Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves. Fortune calls. I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace, Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down. She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born, On midsummer's eve, near the tower. The cold-blooded moon. The captain waits above the celebration Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid Whose ebony face is beyond communication. The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid. They shaved her head. She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo. A messenger arrived with a black nightingale. I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow, Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil. I stumbled to my feet. I rode past destruction in the ditches With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo. Renegade priests and treacherous young witches Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you. The palace of mirrors Where dog soldiers are reflected, The endless road and the wailing of chimes, The empty rooms where her memory is protected, Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times. She wakes him up Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks. She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking. He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks. (now, my favorite stanza) Gentlemen, he said, I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes, I've moved your mountains and marked your cards But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards. Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating Between the King and the Queen of Swords.

I think it's quite good. Kudos to you and your imagination!

Warren Zevon "The French Inhaler" How ya gonna make your way in the world, woman When you weren't cut out for working When your fingers are slender and frail How ya gonna get around In this sleazy bedroom town If you don't put yourself up for sale Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles Who's gonna know who you are? Drugs and wine and flattering light You must try it again till you get it right Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night All these people with no home to go home to They'd all like to spend the night with you Maybe I would, too But tell me How ya gonna make your way in the world, woman When you weren't cut out for working And you just can't concentrate And you always show up late You said you were an actress Yes, I believe you are I thought you'd be a star So I drank up all the money, Yes, I drank up all the money, With these phonies in this Hollywood bar, These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar Loneliness and frustration We both came down with an acute case And when the lights came up at two I caught a glimpse of you And your face looked like something Death brought with him in his suitcase... Your pretty face (It looked so wasted) Another pretty face (Devastated) The French Inhaler He stamped and mailed her "So long, Norman" She said, "So long, Norman"

I just got a job writing for a newspaper, so all my hobbies will go by the wayside within a week. While in college I played bass in one band for two years, and played guitar and sang in another band. Now it will be back to the open-mic circuit, if I can find one in my new town. The free beer perk of being in a band let me become a discriminating beer drinker. I have visited quite a few wineries with my parents, so I also am an aspiring wine snob. I used to work out a lot. I played football and baseball in high school. In the future, I want to work somewhere with a company softball team.

My two cents: Metallica didn't "go gay" by using pedal steel or writing softer stuff for Load and Reload. Yes, those albums were bad, but it was because most of the songs were boring and forgettable, not because they weren't thrashfests. Some of the better songs were slower (Bleeding Me and Until it Sleeps come to mind). St. Anger is possibly the worst album I have ever heard, and it had plenty of "thrash" to it. It was a vain attempt to recapture the fan base which considered them softies and left them. Apparently, Lars & co. thought by playing longer songs really fast they could recall Master of Puppets-era greatness. They must have forgotten that for that to work, you need interesting songs. So to those who whined and whined about how Metallica went soft, partial blame goes to you for the atrocity that is St. Anger. I remember my first reaction to St. Anger: "Did Kirk quit the band too?" Also, that review of Pavement pretty much nails the indie-rock scene. There were plenty of indie-scenesters at my college, and what an incestuous group they were. It was hard as hell to get a gig at the punk/indie club in town for my old band, although we could play at another bar twice a week if we wanted. I always said it was because we washed our hair too often. Maybe we needed bigger black frames for our glasses. Or maybe we weren't skinny enough. My favorite Pavement album is Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (although I think repeating the title is quite unneccessary).

Haha... it's a Wiggin joke. From the books. No offense on your name!

A toast to the Wiggins! (If you have a son next, don't name him Peter - but you know that )

My personal favorite PJ song.

Better Than Ezra - Porcelain

The Who - Eminence Front I never knew this great song was by the Who until I heard it introduced in GTA San Andreas. Introduced by Axl Rose, no less! What a freakin' coup for Rockstar - for him to come out of hiding to voice that DJ. He must be a gamer. By the way, Rockstar Games deserves some serious awards for their radio stations in Vice City and SA. They probably already have some. Awards, that is.

Neil Young - After the Gold Rush

The jaw-dropping intro track to a beautifully complex concept album about adultery: The Afghan Whigs - Crime Scene, Part 1 Tonight, tonight I say goodbye To everyone who loves me Stick it to my enemies, tonight Then I disappear Bathe my path in shining light Set the dials to thrill me Every secret has its price This one's set to kill Too loose, too tight, too dark, too bright A lie, the truth, which one should I use? If the lie succeeds Then you'll know what I mean When I tell you I have secrets To attend Do you think I'm beautiful? Or do you think I'm evil? Will you take me for a ride? The one that never ends Too loose, too tight, too dark, too bright A lie, the truth, which one shall I use? If the lie succeeds Then you'll know what I mean When I tell you I have secrets To attend Tonight, tonight I say goodbye To everything that thrills me As I throw the chains I forged in life To shatter on the floor As I dream all the evidence Is piling up against me As I breathe all the essence rare Is falling off the vine And if you knew, just how smooth I could stop it on the dime You could meet me at the scene of the crime

Maestro, some pop culture-inundated novelty music, if you please? Nerf Herder - For You I would hire the A-Team And I'd crash the General Lee I'd make ****tails like Tom Cruise And I'd rollerblade with Corey Feldman for you I'd do anything for you Just about anything for you I'd do anything for you, for you I'd sing the whole soundtrack to Xanadu I'd dance like Kevin Bacon in Footloose I'd catch Pac-Man fever too I'd lose a case on The People's Court for you I'd do anything for you Just about anything for you I'd do anything for you, for you And I'd bid too high on The Price Is Right And I'd sweat to the oldies all night I'd be depressed like Morrissey And slayed by Buffy every week I would do anything for you I would fight the Karate Kid And I would get arrested on CHiPs And I'd get a Michael Bolton tattoo And I'd change my name to Kenny G for you I'd do anything for you Just about anything for you I'd do anything for you, for you

Well, I was thinking about getting a sandwich....

Yikes! Well, that's the last time I try to pose a philosophical question around here. I'll just go back to burdening my species with my existence.

I believe some of the intellectuals among us have used it as proof that mankind is reverting to the "state of nature." So how about it, Obsidian fora-dwellers? Is it Hobbes or Rousseau? Is man born evil, chock-full of sin, or does civilization make him that way? :ph34r:

You mean like this? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Yikes. Yeah, that's pretty much what I expected.

Along with most of my generation, it was Super Mario Brothers, the Commander Keen games and later, Wolfenstein 3D. However, the first system I actually owned was the revered Sega Genesis. I have to be thankful that my bundle package came with that fresh, new Sonic the Hedgehog game and not the old guard: Altered Beast or some garbage.

Lovely. Gas prices have shot up 50 cents per gallon over two days. Time to dust off the ol' bicycle. Five bucks (which doesn't get you two gallons of gas anymore) says the religious right calls the hurricane "God's punishment" for American tolerance of homosexuality. (I suppose that last bit belongs in the other thread)

mc chris - Fett's Vette Got a job to do and Darth's the guy that delegates Got somethin against Skywalker - someone that he really hates