Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Fastball - The Way (1998)

Bought this CD in 1998 based on this wonderful song. (Rest of the CD was mediocre, aside from "Out of My Head.") Sold the CD, forgot about the band. Just today, though, heard "The Way" on Austin radio on the way back from lunch... CRANKED IT UP. Such a goose-bump-raising good song for me.

2016: You Spin Me Round -- Pete Burns

What was interesting in 1985 had turned into psychosis 30 years later. (Gay World pretending once again that this reconstructed oddity was somehow "sexy.")

1985: You Spin Me Round -- Dead or Alive/Pete Burns

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

the rolling stones - tell me (long version)

1964 Stones song played at every Trump rally.

America's Re-Boot

(For those reading from other countries, you have no idea what we've been experiencing since 2000. Bush and Obama exactly the same as far as incompetence and corporate globalist influence go.)

"Either we win this election or we lose our country."

Trump Fix Needed

While working on my Joan website tonight, had C-SPAN on in the background: Senatorial debates from (1) Florida, with Marco Rubio (R) and Patrick Murphy (D); and (2) Ohio, with Ted Strickland (D) and Rob Portman (R).

(1) Rubio and Murphy, in their 30/40s, were like aggressive, spastic kids raised on the Internet. Rapid-fire figure-spouting, each trying to prove he was the smartest guy in the room. But both utterly soul-less. Both operating on talking points, obviously believing nothing.

(2) Strickland and Portman, in their 60s/70s, were more staid in their speech. Slower, more considered. But both throw-backs to, say, 1984: Trudging along, repeating party platitudes. Both utterly soul-less. Both operating on talking points, obviously believing nothing.

Made me desperate for a Trump fix. I've been spoiled for over a year with the raw truth. What am I going to do without him?


Sunday, October 16, 2016

Member of the Immoral Majority

In my senior year of high school, 1983, I was feeling my political oats and had at least two T-shirts made at the local Fort Worth mall T-shirt shop. I used to love going into mall T-shirt shops, and mall record stores, and mall pseudo-head-shops like Spencer's---although located in malls (which are much mocked today), these shops offered exciting promises of self-fulfillment to a teenager raised in a small town far-removed from any mall until able to visit one upon getting a car at age 16.

One of the T-shirts was hot pink, with "Frances Lives" in yellow and white letters. My best friend at the time, Ginny (whom I was also in love with), had a matching shirt made. (I remember that on the way home from the mall, she changed into the shirt in the car I was driving.) We were both enthralled with the movie "Frances" (starring Jessica Lange) that had just been released. And outraged at her treatment by "society." Unfortunately, that T-shirt of mine has vanished.

Another shirt, though, has survived. In '83, Jerry Falwell's religious group "The Moral Majority" was in full sway, supported by President Reagan and constantly in the news. I thought the group sanctimonious and obnoxiously self-righteous, and, again, headed to the mall to have a protest T made: "Member of the Immoral Majority." Which I paraded around my high school in during the spring of my senior year. 

I didn't take the T to college in the fall of '83; left it at my mother's house. Soon forgot about it. About 15 years later (in the late '90s), my mom presented me with the below Christmas present: My "Immoral Majority" T made into a pillow:

1990s "Immoral Majority" pillow made out of my 1983 T-shirt.

I appreciated that my mom took the time to make the pillow, and I had it with me for a few years, but by the 2000's, after various moves, I'd long relegated it to storage at my mother's house. On my birthday this year, though, my mother had dug it up, and she gave it to me again.

At 51, I was mildly interested in seeing it again. Wanted to keep it for nostalgia's sake, not sure where to put it. ("Rebellion" is cute in your teens and 20s, but it wasn't like I was going to have it as a throw-pillow on the couch in my home today.) I ended up tossing it in the back of my cute Mazda 2 that I just bought in late July---adding "personality" to the car (along with the yin-yang fringed symbol hanging on my rear-view mirror and my "The Donald 2016" bumpersticker).

And then I again forgot about the pillow. Until today, though, when I was in the drive-thru for a local Austin sandwich shop (Thundercloud, for those who know it) on the way to work. The very young, very pleasant girl at the window was peering intently into my car, then said, "I was just trying to figure out what your pillow said."

So I started out with, "Well, Jerry Falwell had a religious group in the '80s..."---not sure if she'd have any idea who Jerry Falwell was. Turned out she did know of him and the group. And then she really thought it was "cool" that I had had that T-shirt made when I was 18---and that my mom had made a pillow out of it --- AND that I now had the pillow in my car.

Nice that someone was perceptive. Also nice to be asked about something that I cared about. Lately, I've been trudging along in life like I was invisible. It was nice to be asked about.

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Going Down On Love - John Lennon (1974)

The opening song of the first John Lennon solo album I ever bought ("Walls and Bridges").

Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Going down on love
Going down on love
Going down, going down, going down

When the real thing goes wrong
And you can't get it on
And your love she has gone
And you got to carry on
And you shoot out the light
Ain't coming home for the night
You know you got to, got to, got to pay the price

Somebody please, please help me
You know I'm drowning in the sea of hatred

Got to get down, down on my knees
Got to get down, down on my knees
Going down on love
Going down on love
Going down, going down, going down

Something precious and rare
Disappears in thin air
And it seems so unfair
Nothing doin' nowhere
Well you burn all your boats
And you sow your wild oats
Well you know, you know, you know the price is right!

Got to get down, down on my knees...

Weird New York Times video: Trump Groping Allegations 1979

"If he had stuck with the upper part of the body, I might not have gotten that upset." This is only a brief NYTimes-created/sponsored clip (unheard of by a supposedly serious US media outlet---did the Times offer a heavily-produced video clip for Paula Jones back in the '90s?).

If you watch the full 30-minute interview with Jessica Leeds on Anderson Cooper, she reveals: This make-out session happened in 1979. Trump was not yet famous or powerful. Trump was 33 years old; Leeds was 37 years old. (She says in the Cooper interview that she's now 74, which means she was born in in 1942; Trump was born in 1946.) 

I'm sorry... A 33-year-old guy making out with a 37-year-old woman on a plane isn't IN ANY WAY sexual harrassment. It's two people feeling horny at the moment. The Cooper CNN interview didn't include the "If he had stuck with the upper part of the body..." quote.

p.s. I was raped in 2000 by a guy claiming to be gay whom I invited home from a gay club hoping to just hang out. When I was in college in the '80s, I was sexually harrassed by both professors and grad students --- yes, actually promised better grades for "a date." I've also made out with a guy in a SuperShuttle on the way to New York City who was just in for the weekend, as I was. Today, I don't feel bad at all about the SuperShuttle "incident." But I am permanently psychologically marked by the rapist who claimed to be gay and the straight professors/grad students who suggested that I "date" them for a better grade.

This idiotic New York Times video demeans the actual psychological damage caused by actual rape and actual sexual harrassment. (Making out, on the other hand, is just making out.)