Starwood Ad From May 19, 1989 Metro

Since Starwood appears to be closing its doors for good how about an old advert for the venue. I don't know if it will be completely legible and this might be be a good thing. This way you won't be able to tell they misspelled Kwame and Eazy-E in the Rap N Ride concert listing for June 10, 1989. That must have been a dope show with Kwame, Eazy-E, J.J. Fad, Special Ed, Kid N Play, Sir Mix-A-Lot, 2 Short, and N.W.A. along with a carnival midway. If hip hop wasn't your thing there was always Spam Jam on May 20th headlined by T. Graham Brown with Garth Brooks one of the many supporting acts for this flea market, cookoff, and concert combo. May 24th was a school's out party with the Bulletboys, Winger, and Cinderella at the top of the bill. Party on!!!

Old Metro Ads

More to come.

You Can Take The Redneck Out Of Louisiana

No mail today means no bills so props to all our Presidents living and dead. I've got no funky stories to tell today, no musical proverbs to drop, and just generally feel like an out of date cheese spread on a stale cracker. I've heard that nervous breakdown bald is the new thing, but I'll just stick to my traditional February angst and localized blah.

spontaneous compost combustion

Pure analog movement - does this mean swilling on heavenly milkshakes with Darby Crash at the Vicious Ice Cream & Soda Shop or perhaps punching one's head into the largest 8-track player in the universe. Perhaps it means transcribing every lyric ever penned by Lemmy in elaborate monk style script and when done you rip it up and burn it, go on a three day bender, and then start again. Faint echoes of "Party people in the place to be" body rock their way across the frozen digital tundra of my mind leaving traces and flashes of steel and whited out record labels that "say hey, say ho!" Simplification ends with amplification cross pollination the center won't hold but I've got one middle finger strong enough to hold on.

What ever happened to New Jack Swing; wasn't that the thing.

Bobby Jimmy & The Critters for Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame. You can't exterminate greatness like "Gotta' Potty." The signs all point to a magnitude on the one explosion of funky fresh goodness. Free bread and flea circuses. Nonsensical instumentals with black tails and tie banquets of distorted contortions. Take a chance, James. Calgon gonna' sho nuff take you away. Dinosaurs are learning on Sedimentary Street; they ate Gordon and Susan reet petite. Lord Dunsany's rap, "Man is a small thing, and the night is large and full of wonder." He forgot to add "Fergilicious."

The Hold Steady are not the best "indie bar band" in America. They are simply the best band.

The pack of desolate angels on the corner might have liked comedy bits, but they were downright hostile to digital bits. They thought it led it to the inflation of knowledge without wisdom and "hey buddy, can you spare a Camel cigarette?" Just longing to be considered a nemesis to authority. Like those feisty broads in the Dixie Chickens. No sexists, those angels. Reality extrusion intrusion: I miss country stores - their dusty counters old chocolate tiny black and white portable television with bunny ears dark mysterious items inventoried for decades rusted paint peeling sign outside screen door slamming Leo peppermint all this and a bag of chips.

'Til next time.

TANG & Adult Nappies

The adult diaper industry has been reeling ever since the death of spokeswoman June Allyson, but is pleased to announce their new celebrity: crazy psycho astronaut lady!

Richey Made A Splash

Whether Richey James of the Manic Street Preachers jumped from the Severn Bridge after disappearing on February 1st, 1995 or not he made a splash on this planet. God rest your soul if you're dead. If not; I hope you're happy and eating well.