I Buried Paul

..actually I didn't.

Paul McCartney is still alive. As a matter of fact Paul turns 70 this week. You heard me, or actually, you read that right. 70.

This is the cover to this week's Time magazine.



70 is impressive. Think of some 70 year olds. How do they match up against Paul McCartney? There are some tortoises that don't live to be 70. Some of my favorite people are over 70...but they don't give two and a half hour concerts like Paul still does. If you lined up 70 Paul McCartneys you'd have a football field...including the end zones. 70 is the benchmark for mental retardation on an IQ test...keep that in mind if you ever take one. Thirty five states have speed limits of 70mph. My state is not one of them.

...but I digress.

Back to Sir Paul.

That reference of "I buried Paul" should be crystal clear to my friends over 40...understood by my friends over 30...and vaguely familiar to my friends over 20, if you had parents that are as cool as me. For the 20 year olds with uncool parents (and those of you that are older but have been buried under a rock for your entire existence), here's a very brief explanation of that reference.



In October 1969, a rumor spread through the world that Paul was dead. The story was based on "clues" that the Beatles put on their records and album sleeves, that Paul had been killed in a car accident in November 1966. He was replaced by a look a like who was handsomely rewarded if he would shed his former life and "become" Paul. Rumor has it, he did.

(By the way, there's no way you would know this, but I just walked into the kitchen and opted for another beer...this could start to get really good, or go horribly downhill...we'll see).

The "most famous clue" comes at the end of Strawberry Fields Forever. The Paul is dead freaks claim John is saying "I buried Paul"...What John is saying is actually "Cranberry Sauce", which , of course makes perfect sense.

Except that it makes no sense at all.

Oh wait, it was the Sixties. I guess it makes all the sense in the world.

All I can say is that those recreational drugs must have been wonderful things.

Enjoy this whole thing, then pay attention at 3:57 and you tell me what you think John says....and the first one of you that comes up with John is saying, "Pompatus of Pete" gets snubbed by me the next time I see you. And probably the time after that too.

There's about 112 million other clues that support the Paul is Dead hoax. Look them up on the internet...or ask Joe Duley, I'm pretty sure he knows them all. (Dining with the Duley's - WMPG 90.9 - Tuesdays at 7:30 PM...give them a listen...you'll thank me).

Paul was in my favorite band (no, not Wings). But he wasn't my favorite member of that band. Despite that, I've seen Paul twice, the last time at Fenway Park , and no one but Paul ever had 33 hits in Fenway Park in one night (cue the rimshot)



I've seen Ringo once. It was in the first iteration of his All Star band. I think it was some field in New Hampshire...I remember making a trail to park my car through grass so tall I couldn't see beyond the front of said car. It was reminiscent of a scene from Children of the Corn. Anyway.... It truly was an all star line up..Joe Walsh..Nils Lofgren...Dr. John...Billy Preston...Rick Danko...Levon Helm...Clarence Clemons.

Oh, and Ringo.

If you don't know those names, shame on you...but there's still hope. We live in the computer age. Google those names, check out the bands they were once in, then go to youtube and experience them old school (in a not so old school kind of way).


Or better yet, dust off that old record player, ask your big brother...or crazy uncle..or your Dad (only if he was cool, remember?) for some of their albums, drop the needle on the vinyl, sit back, and enjoy.

...don't mean to get to far off course, but trust me, this all ties together....the best..I mean all time best drop the needle on vinyl sit back and enjoy moment..is without a doubt track one side one (and for you kids, I know this all seems very quaint) of the White album. The song is Back in the USSR and the sound of that jet flying overhead before the song kicks in, and I do mean KICKS IN is the best thing ever. No lie. It's the truth.

Ok, let me push my glasses back up the bridge of my nose, adjust my pocket protector, and get back to finishing this thing off.

I guess seeing Paul twice vs. Ringo once is about the correct equation....unfortunately I didn't see John Lennon three times or George Harrison four. That would truly have been the correct ratio.

Enough of this rubbish. Paul McCartney is no more dead than Shirley Temple, Don Rickles, or Abe Vigoda.

   

...and that's a fact Jack.

Peace.

Starry Starry Night

Here's starry night by Van Gogh



Isn't that something? I saw this at the Yale Museum of Art quite a few years ago. It really is something else.

Just to prove I have no clue what I'm going to write about before I start, I was going to call this post "Where's all the white women at?"

That's from some movie that I don't even remember (someone google it for me and let me know), but for some reason it's been stuck in my mind for a couple of days. It makes me smile everytime. Juvenile, I know, but just the same, it makes me smile.

...nevermind, I just did. Blazing Saddles.

That's some good shi*t right there. (Look at me editing my own blogs, who am I worrying about offending? I'm going to post a blog sometime that is rife with curse words and all sorts of vulgar language and inappropriate behavior. I'll title that one "Mom, Don't read this one.")

So back to this blog...

I started thinking about this when I was mowing my lawn this morning. I was thinking how people (you know who you are) always say to me, after sharing an experience with them, "You'll have to blog about this", or "Am I going to read about this in your next blog?"...sorry , it don't work that way. Actually, it just sort of did, didn't it?

No, the way it works is I think about something that sticks with me for awhile...it might be a word, or a phrase, or a song, or a memory, or a smell..you get the picture. Usually that thing is just the jumping off point (Like Starry Night). I never know where it's going to come from. So asking me to write about something is like asking a magician to show you a trick, or asking a comedian to tell you or joke, or asking a caddie to wash your balls...well, maybe not that last one.

So then I started playing with some other ideas....

I was thinking of some sort of fictionalized story about an ancestor of mine, Sarah Wildes.

Sarah was hung for being a witch during the Salem witch trials back in 1692. This is true.

The fictionalization would not have been. Basically it would have been a litany of lies strung together to make a story. Not sure if fiction is really my strength or not, but I've dabbled in it with some success before.

Anyone remember these?

http://pompatusofpete.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-day-with-christopher-walken-part-one.html

and

http://pompatusofpete.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-day-with-christopher-walken-part-two.html

now that's fiction.

I also was thinking about the time I was in a car (and I've alluded to this one before) with two friends and we drove it under and 18 wheeler and got wedged underneath it...but I don't think my Mom is ready for that one yet either.

Then there are the reminiscing blogs that I revert to once in awhile. My youngest daughter turning ten this week got me thinking about that. But who wants to hear about watching the Carol Burnett show on Saturday nights while our parents were down at the Men's Club dance (Men's Club!)

...getting pulled on a skateboard while hanging on to a twenty foot rope tied to the back of your best friends bike...or even better, just by your best friend.

....being allowed to go to the A&W and ordering your meal by picking up the phone that was in your booth, connecting to their switchboard operator, then having the little orange light on the top of the phone come on until your order was done (man, that root beer that was served in those frosty mugs was the best)

....or how everyone had a speedometer (and an odometer) on their ten speeds and you would make up crazy things like seeing who could work up the best speed - usually starting at the top of some hill - then racing down said hill - and you'd have to stop pedaling when you got to THAT telephone pole - and you'd see who could go the farthest just by coasting - and when you'd almost come to a stop you'd start moving your handlebars back and forth trying to coax those extra inches out of your ride because winning meant everything back then.

Who wants to hear about those things? Me, that's who

...but that's for another time as well.

This blog was about Starry Night...or was it?

one more thing...

Starry, starry night.

Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Peace out.

Fifty Shades of Pete

This is genius....

Lickety splitly? I don't really know, but it might even be lickety splickly...which would make it even better. The album cover captures the whole feel of this song. Please.
The Eagles covered this...made it into white bread..and had a hit. You don't beat this.

By the way, if you didn't know, that's Tom Waits

Oh, and here's the album cover...

Feeling it now?

Don't you just love it when you come across something written that just strikes a chord (so to speak) with you? A song, a book, a poem, a sentence, one word. Maybe even in some Bizarro World alternate Universe sort of way, a blog.

Here's some things that struck me...through the years....and probably not in any type of historical order

The Phantom Tollbooth

I friggin' loved this book when I was a kid. Must have been eight or nine or ten when I read it. I can still picture lounging in the living room...with the orange carpeting (that is still there nearly forty years later), mostly on the couch, my dog Duke hanging nearby, completely immersing myself in this. The living room was the room that didn't have a tv..the tv was in the den. The den. Does anyone have den's anymore?

It was loaded with puns...and metaphors...and idioms and the like. Heady stuff for a kid from Sunset Park. Great illustrations. There was even a map! A map that I frequently referred back to as I followed Milo on his adventures. Unfortunately I've failed passing the fondness for this down generationally. I bought it for my oldest when she was that age...I don't think she ever read it. As a matter of fact, it may have been "donated" now that she is an adult to her little sister....and if I'm imagining that, then frig it, I'm going to the library and taking it out, For MYSELF!, They don't know what they are missing.

Rebecca

I stole the famous first line of this novel as the title of the second post I ever created. That line is an iambic hexameter. Look it up if you don't believe me. I'll wait for you.

Here it is...

http://pompatusofpete.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-night-i-dreamt-i-went-to-manderlay.html

This is the infamous "titstick" blog. Lot's of people have told me they liked this one. I do too.

Anyway, Rebecca. I actually read this in a high school English class. Murder, mystery, atmosphere, great characters and plot. I know what you're thinking by that cover...Harlequin Romance..all it's missing is Fabio on the cover. Well, you're wrong. Do yourself a favor, read this book.

Oh, and Alfred Hithcock made it into a movie. It won the Oscar for Best Picture in 1940. For real. You can take that Fabio now and shove it.

Slaughterhouse Five

My favorite book by my favorite author. All time. Forever. Always.

This is the book that introduced me to Vonnegut, led to reading many many more. Others are good, even a few I'd call great ..but this is the one.

This also has an alternate title, which is,

Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty Dance with Death, by Kurt Vonnegut, a Fourth-Generation German-American Now Living in Easy Circumstances on Cape Cod [and Smoking Too Much], Who, as an American Infantry Scout Hors de Combat, as a Prisoner of War, Witnessed the Fire Bombing of Dresden, Germany, ‘The Florence of the Elbe,’ a Long Time Ago, and Survived to Tell the Tale. This Is a Novel Somewhat in the Telegraphic Schizophrenic Manner of Tales of the Planet Tralfamadore, Where the Flying Saucers Come From. Peace.

That second title gives you a flavor for the type of writer Vonnegut was.

Oh, and I've liberally stolen his writing style and have now made it my own. I unabashedly admit to it.

So it goes.

(There,  I just did it).

Plainsong

The style of this writer made this one of the easiest, most engrossing books I've ever read. Simple plot, nice character development, incredible scene settings...this is a book that you totally visualize as you read it. A can't put it down, can't wait to pick it up book. Easily the best book I've read in the last five years. Didn't hurt that it was read on Peaks Island, mostly early mornings sitting outside on the deck. Just me, the book, a couple of cups of coffee, and the view looking across to Little Diamond Island

Here was my view

Friggin' Heaven.

Oh, and let's not forget this one

The Amityville Horror

This book scared the hell out of me when I was , oh, I'd say, about 13 years old. If memory serves me, it was written at about a third grade level in BIG FONTS.

I'm sure I don't have to tell any of you (well, maybe the kids), but it was the story of a family that moved into a house on Long Island where a family had been killed by the prior owner. All kinds of crazy shit happened in the house...bleeding walls, ceramic figures that bit you, the feeling of people hugging you, and something about flies...lot's of flies. For a 13 year old, this was pretty heady stuff, since it was all "true". I remember my best friend had a paper route and I used to go "collecting" with him. That's how it was done, back in the day. There was a house that resembled the Amityville house, with the devil eye windows, that we refused to go to, somehow the courage was mustered when delivering the paper in the morning, but we never approached it at night. I guess this meant about a years worth of free papers for the folks that lived there.

Don't now why my font changed there...must have something to do with the memory of that house.

Here's a picture of the house that creeped us out back then...

I guess it's not so bad now...but can you see the windows?

I'll stop there. That's five. Not an official countdown.

...but I'm running out of steam.

So for now..another steal from Kurt.

Peace.





This is not me, anymore...

alas, I am no longer a young dude.

...and I don't know when it happened, well, not really.

It just seemed to happen fast.

The clues have been there for awhile, but now there's no doubt. I'm an old dude.

Two years ago I was driving back from Bar Harbor with two co-workers. It was December 8th. For those of you over 40, I probably don't have to tell you the signifigance of that day. For those of you under 40.....read on.

Watching the Wheels by John Lennon comes on. (The lyrics are very appropriate for the theme of this post by the way).
So I announce to the car, "Hey do you know what day it is?"
....crickets

I say, "Something big happened 30 years ago today."
...no clue.

"December 8th, 1980...." I say in a leading sort of way. The way they used to say "cuuup" for the clue on Password when the answer was "cake."
Silence.

Me..."This was the day John Lennon was killed. Thirty years ago today. How do you not know that?" Me, to my co-worker in the back of the car, "Tom, how old were you when Lennon was shot?"
Tom, "I was negative six years old."

So it goes.




I went to a retirement party this week for a friend that had worked for the same company for 31 years. 31 years for the same company and now she was retiring, albeit at early age, as far as retirement ages go. That's impressive. 31 years.
Until I realized I've worked there for 32 .


I'm at the point where I need to start smelling the roses...where my company should be naming things after me in my honor (like the Pompatus of Pete cafeteria)...where I should be taking long weekends and working shorter hours. Unfortunately I don't see that in my immediate future.

I'm closer to retirement age than I am to the age when I graduated from high school. I know this because I have my 30th high school reunion coming up this year. God knows, if I'm still working 30 years from today, then something has gone horribly wrong.
What do you even do at a 30th reunion?....at the 10th you drink beer and act stupid...at the 20th you drink wine and show pictures of your kids...at the 25th it's mixed drinks and bragging about your successes...and the 30th, I'm guessing protein drinks and lot's of talking about surgeries.

Probably not for me.

Now if the venue gets changed to somewhere in the woods off of Stillman Street, and they hand you a solo cup when you get there, and the only beverage served is beer from a keg...
....then I might reconsider.



I might be getting old...but that doesn't keep me from acting juvenile.

As Pete Townshend (who also shares my birthday, but has me beat by about twenty years) wrote in the famous Who song..

I don't want to cause no fuss, but can I buy your magic bus?

(not the one you thought, was it?)

Now go take a nap.

Here's my birthday list

I know, you're all wondering what to get me for my birthday this year. I'm going to make it easy for you...I'm going to tell you.
You can all decide who gets what. I don't need any duplicates

Most of you know that I love art.


I've been feeling crafty lately. I think I'll put this up in my office at work after I finish it.

Some new clothes....
I've been meaning to update my wardrobe



Some video games....but make it something that will challenge me.


New athletic equipment...


Music is always a good idea... I love music
         

Maybe some new art to hang in the living room...



Just kidding, well, except for maybe the Farrah poster.

I've never been a big birthday fan. All that fuss and bother.

Someone who cares -"What do you want for your birthday?"
Birthday boy - "I don't know". ...because I don't
Someone who cares - "C'mon, I need some ideas"
Birthday Boy - "Really. I don't know".
Someone who cares - "You're not being much help"
Birthday Boy - "I know. I suck."
Someone who cares - "Well, people are asking me. What am I suppossed to tell them"
Birthday boy - "Tell them to buy me some beer".

Replay that each May over the last, oh. I don't know, 30 years...

So, truly, what I want for my birthday this year is for you to say a kind word to my Mom.
She did all the work,

...and speaking of my Mom, to her, and my lovely wife, and all the other spectacularly amazing women out there that don't get nearly the credit you should...Happy Mother's Day!

How about I buy you a beer?

Meaty beaty big and bouncy

Did you know that Glady Knights bandmates Paul, Isaac, and Phil (the Pips..get it?) aren't the originals. The first three guys only lasted one day. Actually Isaac was an original, but he used to be flanked by Terry and Theo. Gladys Knight and the Tits didn't roll off the tongue quite as well.

I guess.

The Pips get some good play in this one, I especially like the "woo hoo" at about 1:10. There would be worse things in life than to be a Pip.

Speaking of music (and I was)...I've actually been enjoying some good old fashioned radio a bit lately. There's a local station that has been playing all the songs in their catalog from A-Z, and as gimmicky as it sounds I've found parts of it to be quite fun. This station has been around forever and has fallen in and out of favor with me over the years. Let's put it this way...if AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and oh, let's say, maybe Van Halen are your favorite bands, then this is the station for you.



But I digress.

So, like I said, I've been enjoying this A-Z thing they've been doing. Seems as though they have a pretty deep "archive". Christ they've been playing songs that begin with the word I for almost 27 days now.

It's a little up and down. You might get "Blitzkreig Bop" by the Ramones (up), followed by "Blue Collar Man" by Styx (not so much)...or "Chest Fever" by the Band (up, obviously) preceeded by "Cherry Pie" by Warrant (no comment).

Some things I've enjoyed...
Being at the red light directly across from Red's....


...listening to "Give it to me" by J. Geils. Actually I had been rocking to this song for a few minutes (volume up, windows up, of course-I'm not a kid anymore). I got to the red light right when the song kicks in (about the 3:00 mark if any of you bother to listen to the clip I'm going to post)...guitar, police whistle, percussion...white guys don't get much groovier.

Anyway, there's this little girl, maybe five or six years old, waiting for her ice cream, and she is dancing. Crazy dancing. National Geographic indigenous tribe dancing. Whatever thing she had going on in that little head of hers, she was dancing in perfect rhythmn to that same song I was listening to.

Awesome.

Then there was the time "Hocus Pocus" by Focus came on. I won't post another video...but I will point you back to a prior blog that I did post the video on...follow the link if you wish

http://pompatusofpete.blogspot.com/2011/10/bite-me.html


I had been talking about this song with a coworker two days prior. Once again, I was in the car. The song came on, I turned it up (loud), called my coworkers cell phone, then held the phone up to my car speakers. For awhile. Like five minutes. Thought he'd get a kick out of it.
The next day he comes up to my desk and says, "Did you try to call me yesterday?"..."Yeah, didn't you get the call?"..."Nope. Just showed as a missed call."

All for naught.

There was the one that stumped me for the first half minute or so. (I'm usually one of those "I can name that tune in three notes" losers. Like it's a special skill or something).

Turned out to be "I Ran" by Flock of Seagulls. Since it had been so long since I had heard it, I caught myself kind of digging it. Probably like I did this first time I had heard it. By the time it was done I was tired of it, probably like I was after the next thousand times I had heard it after the first time.


Really?

One last song I thought was fun to catch was hearing "And You Bird Can Sing" by the Beatles. Made me remember why they're the best band of all time by playing a song that wasn't one of their hits that you hear time and again on the airwaves
"You say you've seen seven wonders and your bird is green"....

what?

It doesn't matter. I love it.

Time to check out.

Have to pick the winner of the Kentucky Derby and figure out how many mint juleps I can make out of the huge bag of mint I have in my fridge.

Pip.

HR Pufnstuf was naked...

..well he did wear a sash.

Must have made it easier to find his magic flute.



Tough times since my last blog.

Dick Clark passed away.



I loved American Bandstand....back in the late seventies...loved it. Most Saturdays, I'd watch it with my Mom.

Remember rate a record?

I think Barry Manilow sang the theme song.
"We're goin' hoppin' (hop)
We're goin' hopping today
Where things are poppin' (pop)
the Philadelphia way
We're gonna drop in (drop)
on all the music they play
on the Bandstand (Bandstand)"

This was before I got on the disco sucks train, as a matter of fact disco (or at least dance) music was probably predominant back when I was watching. I now know disco didn't really suck (some of it actually stuck with me...I cannot hear Rock the Boat without singing along...at least on the inside), it just wasn't my thing.
The same can be said for hair bands and 80's synth music and boy bands and rap and the Who after Keith Moon died...just not my cup of tea, so to speak. You picking up what I'm laying down?

Oh, and Levon Helm died.



Levon is the second from the left. This is the band Levon used to be in. The name of the band is The Band.
.....I hope you're following along, because I'm typing as slowly as I can....
(I have always loved this picture...a friend of mine has a picture very similar to this of a family of fisherman, all brothers, and I've always told her that picture reminds me of a famous picture of the Band. Well, Melissa, this is it.)

Levon was my second favorite drummer of all time...if there can be such a thing. If you know me you shouldn't have to ask who is my favorite. If you don't know me well, then let me hang on to that one shred of mystery.

I think I actually have a lot of second favorites...

My second favorite band ....


My second favorite color....


my second favorite movie...


my second favorite fruit....


my second favorite...well, I think you get the picture.

I always loved Levon's style...the way he hunched his shoulders when he drummed...his sideways pronunciation when he sang...he played very casual (which is, in fact, truly a style of drumming..look it up if you don't believe me). The last few years Levon held "Midnight Rambles" at his recording studio in Woodstock NY. Basically jam sessions with other musicians like Los Lobos, (the last ramble ever), and in prior years Bob Weir...John Sebastian..Maria Muldaur...Donald Fagen..Natalie Merchant...Norah Jones...etc etc etc. Would have loved going to one of those shows. Alas, another opportunity passed.

Here's an amalgamation that might have appeared at a ramble..
lots of famous folks in this lineup...see if you came name three or four or five of them...

So that's two famous people gone. They say it always comes in threes. I predicted Levon after Dick Clark passed, much to my chagrin. I was right.

Here's my prediction for number three...
and my apologies to all you Bee Gees fans out there..
..and realizing how completely morbid this is...

Robin Gibb


(Robin's the one on the left)

He was the Bee Gee that always held his hand up to his ear when he sang those melodies and had the tortured look on his face..although I don't think either of those things are ultimately what's going to do him in.

So, with that little bit of sunshine, I'm going to wrap this one up.

That's it for now.

Nice to be back on.

I'll leave you with one thing...

You should be dancing...yeah.

...and I give this blog a 91 because it has a really good beat and is easy to dance to.

42 posts...7 months...2300 hits

...that was a good run, wasn't it?

The first sentence of my first post was...
"I'm going to give this a go"

Well I have.

...and now I'm not. At least for now


We'll see maybe in a week or two or three.....or a month...

Maybe it's this new computer I have...slow connections...enter, then hit enter again...then re-enter...wrong passwords...missing links I once had... and waiting...and waaaiiiting...aanndd waaaaiiitiiiing. Writing is supposed to be easy for me...

I don't know...maybe I expected more. Not many on line comments, but I had plenty of folks come up to me and say something nice...or reference something I had written

That was cool.

..and that's all I was looking for. I guess.

There were some good moments...the top ten lists...the song interpretations...the April Fool joke....remembering my Dad.

Like my good friend, Joe Walsh, said..
"..and we don't need the ladies
cryin' 'cause the stories sad..."

So it goes.

Pop lines up his fries

First this

That's right.
Ted Nugent.
Cat Scratch Fever.

This song is not in my top 100...or even 500...as a matter of fact I've got about 5000 songs on my ipod and this isn't one of them. There's probably never been a more sexist song ever written...but...I ran across it in the car on the radio tonight...considered switching channels...didn't...then I was IN IT. I was back in 8th grade again..playing air guitar...singing along (by the way...if you want to listen, just about the 2:00 mark I've ALWAYS thought he said "bite my thing"...turns out he's says "make my bed")...I think mine suits the song better. I'm singing it that way next time too.

Oh, I do have this on vinyl though.



I'm sure it had something to do with it being about 78 degrees out when I was leaving work (and for those of you that don't know...this is being written in Maine). This is , what, April 16th or 17th....is it even officially Spring yet? I lose track. It's already friggin' Summer out. It's more likely to snow in Maine in the middle of April than it is be close to 80 degrees. Can you say global warning?




Go figure.

Speaking of music, I spent the day in New York City this past weekend and was exposed to tons of performers.

There was the guy playing guitar in Washington Square Park...or was it the guy in Columbus Park...or maybe it was across the street from the Plaza...or maybe Bryant Park...don't matter... either way he (they) were good. There's nothing like a guy playing solo outdoors with nothing but a hat for tips in front of him

...unless it's this guy



...the frying pans and skillets were a nice touch. Really rounded out his sound.

Then there were the Meetles.

Not a typo.

The Meetles.

Just like the Beatles except there were seven of them...and John was a girl...and Yoko played bass...and Ringo was bigger and balder than me...and they had four guitarists



Why the Meetles? Why not the Meatles? Probably some clever (or not so clever) take on Meet the Beatles...the Beatles second album



I see the resemblance, don't you? I only got to hear the tail end of "A Hard Day's Night" and it was pretty good...considering John was a girl and all.

Then on the subway on the way to Grand Central some girl started to announce herself as Samantha Smooth...or Wet Wilma...or Silky Drawers McGraw...or some such thing...gave her website (every Tom, Dick, and Harry has a website these days...look at me for crying out loud) and started to walk through the car "singin her tune" Might have been more well received if the car hadn't been about ninety people over full capacity. Slithering between people hanging off the handrails, packed in like sardines could not have been easy, but that didn't give her any excuse to suck. Because she did. She sucked. I know because when it comes to singing, I suck. I would have held my own against her in a sing off. At least I wasn't schilling my web site on the train with nothing to back it up..

"Hey, why don't you fire up your ipad...It's P-O-M-P-A" ...I think you get it.

Next time I want to get on these guy's train..



That's it for now...just had to get one out of my system.

I'm going for a ride...now where did I put that Deep Purple disc?

Love love me do.