After a Neil-based assortment last time, let's go back to the random smorgasbord style that this silly feature was build upon. Here we go!
In the spirit of St. Patty's, here are the Dropkick Murphy's doing my favorite Clash song in their own particular . . . [sigh] [Idiom, sir?] idiom.
I love the part at the start when the singer asks the crowd, "Do you know what this one is?"
My kids loved this one when it came on The Electric Company 13 or 14 years ago. I did, too, in one of those rare occasions when kids' TV meets super cool adult tastes.
Going international, here's the Pizzicato 5, a Japanese pop band from the 80's and 90's. Culture!
So this song isn't on Spotify in any form, but with Not-ify, you get one of the more fantastic scenes from an old classic, The Blues Brothers.
Here's a song that gets wedged out of most places for obvious reasons, but given that it's not a political or cultural statement but simply an incredibly loose version of Albert Camus' absurdist novella "The Stranger," the shunning is a bit off. In any case, it ain't on Spotify.
See you next bat-time on Notify! Who else will appear here?
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Ray’s Music Exchange in Calumet City, Illinois!
The My Three Sons riff by B&B is underrated comedic gold.
Beware the Ides of March. And St. Ides.
Thanks for the warning, Whit. I was just about to get a couple of St. Ides 40s for lunch.
hey uncle charlie...
St Ides wasn’t very accessible around my way growing up. We were of a Mickey’s, Olde English, Schlitz kid of community. And because Florida is weird, we couldn’t have 40s. Just quarts. Not sure why Florida put the foot down on 40 oz of malt liquor of all things but that’s how it shook out.
The last eight ounces of a 40 are extremely subprime for all but the thirstiest of drinkers. I imagine the projectile risk at that stage of the beverage escalates greatly, especially for some Florida men.
I guess this post isn't hurting the media streaming giant it references too badly, since they just announced naming rights for Camp Nou. Pretty bold for a company (that is allegedly finally about to be profitable)to do that rather than pay a fairer rate for their musical content.
St. Ides was after our time in college. The adventurous among us went after the 40 oz of Schlitz Malt Liquor... yep, The Bull. The rest of us settled for quarts of Old Milwaukee or Bud.
The Mickey's we drank from the old style of bottles, the grenades with pull rings. Yeah. You recall, the ones that looked like this and when you opened them you risked losing a finger every time. Dave, Rob, and I had cuts all over our fingers most of sophomore year.
feet, too. 'cause we were slobs.
mark, if you're coming up for rtj/rage on 8/2, might as well stay for obft 8/4-7. just sayin.
the senate just randomly passed legislation to make daylight savings time permanent. i don't know what to think about that.
Happy Birthday to Mike Love.
No, just kidding. Go fuck yourself.
as teens are wont to do, my 18 year-old enjoys telling me how out of touch i am with the kids. her favorite turn of phrase when i say something that's obviously wrong (duh!) is 'are you new'? i love it so much that i now seek out opportunities to offend her generational sensibilities so i can goad her into saying it. it's excellent.
Not giving a shit if you embarrass your kids is one of the real joys or parenting teens.
I also drank Mickey in the grenades. The quarts of Mickeys were usually Mickey’s Ice. First full day in New Orleans. Had a great dinner on the banks of Lake Ponchartrain last night (oysters, boudin, gumbo, etc). Followed that up with lunch at Cochon Butcher this afternoon (pork belly sandwich, duck pastrami sliders and roasted salmon belly). Going to Commanders Palace for dinner tonight. Definitely going to need some salads when I return home.
Wow, Mark. That is tip fucking top.
cochon, man. that place.
got to sit in as assistant coach for the squad we got to know in rob lasso season one this evening. sid had the game-winning assist as the kids moved to 3-0-1 on the campaign. three juniors who didn't play last year joined the team, and all three are elite offensive players. 19 goals for, 3 against in four games. different vibe in the early going.
Oh, poor Rutgers
Happy St. Pat’s, people. Somebody put up a new one?
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