Here we go again!

The theme this time is : The Rock Cycle.

The name-that-tune part is the same as always: you get one point for identifying the song, and another point for identifying the artist. But, the theme adds a new twist.

The “Rock” part is easy: these are (mostly) “classic” rock songs from the 60′s, 70′s and 80′s. The “Cycle” part is a bit more involved.
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Let’s listen to Warron Zevon!

You’re welcome, Prince!

Atrios is “amazed at these idiocies”. What idiocies? Idiocies like politicians wanting to create a “Really Unpopular Complicated Expensive” GPS-based toll-charging mechanism in order to pay for roads, instead of ‘increasing the damn gas tax.’

Now why would they do that? Is there some reason that politicians not want to add to the cost of gas?

Just FYI, I’m starting a new Name That Tune. This one will be a little special.

Expect it sometime later in the week.

Tell your friends and enemies!

There may be a real prize.

Pepper, as a kitten.

1. Shuffle-up five songs.
2. List em
3. Describe em
4. ???
5. Profit!

1. The Cure – 10:15 Saturday Night. Yeah, it’s a little silly. But it’s very catchy and definitely sets a mood. Been trying to listen to new-er Cure lately, and it just hurts my soul. And not in a dark and black Goth way, either.
2. The Who – Substitute (live). I like the song well enough, but after 45 seconds of listening to Pete talk to the crowd about all The Who’s hit records, I skipped this. What a dumb intro.
3. Portishead – All Mine. What a great album. Great band. For some reason, Portishead reminds me of a certain parking lot in Rochester, NY. Nothing big happened there; but I think it’s when I decided I liked Portishead.
4. Sonic Youth – Rain On Tin. A decent new-ish SY song – one of my favorite post-Goo songs, actually. Eight minutes, mostly instrumental, which sounds like it could be a bit much. But it’s got a nice jammy, organic feel, lots of different sections, and there’s some nice Television-ish interlocking guitar bits near the end. Very nice.
5. Horse Flies – Rub Alcohol Blues. The Horse Flies are/were(?) a uniquely semi-psychedelic, semi-electric, folk/bluegrass band from upstate NY. My little circle of semi-hippie friends loved this album. I don’t know if I’d be into the whole album, these days, but this one song still felt right.

The tornado(s) that came through the state this past weekend did a lot of damage to areas south and east of our house; many communities were hit pretty hard. But, aside from some heavy rain and small hail, our part of the county didn’t really see much action. Thankfully.

But, as a reminder that other areas were hit, everywhere you look, even 30 miles from the places that were hardest hit, you can find bits of fiberglass home insulation:

Most, like this one in front of my office, are just a few inches across. Some are a couple of feet across. But, they are everywhere. Creepy.

Let’s listen to Matt Pond PA:

You’re welcome.

Letters like this will just make it harder for businesses to offer the new products and services their customers demand, and will ultimately lead to higher costs and less choice for consumers. Why does %%TARGETNAME%% want to harm the American public ? Keep politics out of the market, %%TARGETTITLE%% !

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anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

– e e cummings