Saturday, March 18, 2017

The [Satur-] Day the Music Died

  •  The Grandfather of Rock-n-Roll has died, but what a legacy he left.
  • As an avid, devoted reader of liner notes, I had apparently long since forgotten that (You Never Can Tell) C'est la Vie from Emmylou Harris' Luxury Liner LP was a Chuck Berry tune.

  • On my day off this week, I went to Cabela's.  On leaving, I was about to open my vehicle door when I noticed a hornet under the door handle.  Being a stud macho kinda dude, I was unfazed and simply took my key and brushed it away from the door handle.  It flew away from me, and I got in the SUV without incident.
  • I think even before the Presidential inauguration I wrote that we were in for a bumpy ride, and that has sort of been the case, although some of the crazy has subsided.  Still, there's the ongoing saga of the travel hiatus.  What's curious and puzzling to me is that we've seemingly arrived at the point where a relatively obscure appointed Federal district judge wields equal power to the elected Chief Executive.
  • If nothing else, this administration's term should be a bonanza for political science departments and political junkies, as it explores the disruption of the status quo and possibly long-observed conventions that may or may not have been Constitutionally based.
  • My personal view is that the judge's order will fail.  Having listened to some qualified legal minds, it appears that the jurist is extrapolating far beyond the scope of the EO to find a basis for stopping it.
  • What's wrong with this picture?  Call me jaded, but I'm presuming an idiot millennial sourced that photo.
Yeah, my inner 12 year old chuckled...           
  • There was a documentary on PBS last night about the composing duo of Burt Bacharach and Hal David.  Of course, their careers were intertwined with Dionne Warwick's, who came to their attention as a backup singer when the Drifter's recorded the duo's Mexican Divorce.  Having owned Nicolette Larson's eponymous debut album with that song on it (also featuring her Neil Young penned hit single Lotta Love) since it was released, I had no idea - or had once again long forgotton - that the song was Bacharach & David's.

  • From the bullet points on #2 & #7, one might think I was getting old.  Nah...
  • For a brief time in the mid '80s, I was a fan of   (not-quite-yet Mrs. Bacharach) Carole Bayer Sager's Sometimes Late at Night, mostly penned with her future (and now ex-) husband.  The album was kind of interesting as every song segued into the next, without a pause between songs.
  • Note to self: Referencing the '80s probably not helping with the aging thing, yo.
Choking me stop you.
  •   Coming home from Cabela's, I saw that one of my favorite resale shops had "All clothing $1".  I figured it'd be pretty well picked-over, but stopped in anyway.  A half hour later I left with a Tactical 5.11 heavyweight canvas shirt, a desert camo BDU shirt, an Orvis fishing shirt, Austin (Academy) short sleeve outdoorsman shirt, black mock turtleneck, and a goose down jacket - all for $6.  All the items were virtually indistinguishable from brand new.
  • Even though as conservatives, we may think we're in the process of righting the ship, there's still plenty of mush-headed thinking going on out there.  Just waiting for them to subpoena Dr. Zaius.
  • This past week I received perhaps the most surprising text ever, for me at least.
  •  My dream woman did not favor me last night, but I had an interesting dream sequence in which I was riding in a pack of mountain bikes.  While riding is one of my regular activities, I can't recall having ridden in a group of bikers.
 Good use of old street signs...at least temporarily.
  •  I’m supposed to respect my elders, but it’s getting harder and harder for me to find one now. 

2 comments:

TommyBoy said...

I've got a few years on you, I think, so you can respect me if you don't mind people laughing at you. I like to think I am not old, but seasoned.

el chupacabra said...

Regarding the hornet that tried to murder-kill you. On my last vacation I saw a guy go to the hotel office and report there was a spider on his room door knob.

A scullery maid came out with the female manager and swatted it off. The girl manager then stepped on it.

True Story
The End