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than there's the one where the priest and the rabbi were sharing a sermon in an earthquake zone; there was a giant quake. a mud slide, and than a flood; the rabbi went sliding out on a piece of matzoh; the priest grabbed a communion wafter and held out for dear life; the rabbi survived due to the fact that he was using egg matzoh, which, ironically or not, floats and resists molecular dissolution; the priest drowned when the communion wafer, bought at bulk discount from Christian Brothers House of Church Food, dissolved - and later it was learned that the shipment from which this wafer taken had been recalled due to poor engineering and the failure of many of the wafers to withstand the stress of constant foot traffic -

I was reading this and trying to figure out how to describe my aversion to the Who - when Jack nailed it - "they had become just another boring arena act." I see them as somewhat parallel to Led Zeppelin - whereas Zeppelin, to me, is responsible for the "bad white-guy singer tries to wail a tune" syndrome that led us to Aerosmith, The Who gave us hair bands and pre-amp distortion, the kind of loudness I refer to occasionally as "middle class noise" - in other words, the kind of volume that's really just more suburban background music. Never really threatening, just more of the kind of rebellion for kids that precedes business school and Republican registration - I'll take MC5 any day -

"I've had enough of this and I'm out of here. " now, recently, Couw said this on a thread where he was mad at me - my question is, is there some room where all of these ex-Organissimo-ites are locked up in? where do they go when they're "outta here" ? I imagine it as a small auditorium where the PA keeps playing Najee -

personally I go for poopee doodoo - or feel - wait, moderators, can I say I say "feel" here?

got me worried for a moment - I thought Rowand Atkinson had died -

don't worry - I'll hold 'em for you -

please note that my lovely large-breasted assistant (he's about to have surgery fot this unfortunate condition) is holding up several copies of my multi-CD set, That Devilin Tune - please also note his extra-tight pants and the tell-tale bulges indicating his ready masculinity. He will not disappoint. as we speak, the numbers rotate in increasing spirals of telephone sales - 18,20, 24, 12 - not sure why they are now declining - on the phone is a Mrs. Murgatroyd from Akron: "Please tell your audience that my life changed when I purchased your multi-volume set That Devilin Tune. My yeast infection went away, as did my husband - and thank God for both of those things. Also, after my purchase, my son got out of prison and landed a job with Blackwater, which pays very nicely - $2000 a head, I believe. He is happy because he now gets paid for the same things that, previously, got him sodomized. But please tell your audience that Devilin Tune is a good investment; my complexion has cleared up and my genital herpes seems to be improving. And I no longer have the urge for sex with farm animals." pre-Xmas sale: each Volume of Devilin Tune for $40 shipped in the US of A; all 4 volumes for $150 shipped - order 2 or more volumes and I will thrown in a copy of Jews in Hell - prefer paypal; my paypal address is allenlowe@verizon.net - email me at same and please note that this is my new email -

what's the name of that Paula collection?

I hear he has a side business re-stringing tennis rackets -

time to get out the old siphon - hate those damn gas tank locks - hey Jim, if your tank seems a little lower than it should be, must be time for a tuneup - just don't go into reverse -

heck has frozen over - I agree with Berigan - (I'm saying 'heck' instead of 'hell' so Berigan doesn't accuse me of being a liberalcommunistatheist) -

well, my brother once worked a gig at a c&w bar where a drunk guy peed in the piano -

actually, real musicians don't get gigs - at least that's what I keep telling myself -

I love Jimmy Reed and did a song on my CD as something of a reference/tribute - the Rhino is very good, and Charly has put out 5 volumes of the VeeJay, which can usually be gotten pretty cheap - great stuff, but do not listen to while operating heavy machinery -

Jackie Earle Haley? yikes - I'm seeing dead people already - that kid can't act -

I'm waiting for the reunion concert - "Polly and The Puss Suckers Reunited"

well, there's that whole thing where his band takes a boat trip on the Mississippi with Fate Marable, and the boat breaks down and they get stuck on an island with 2 pretty girls and a skipper and a rich guy and his wife and a professor and a dumb guy - and Bolden sees a plane going overhead but he can't flag it down and than the Harlem Globetrotters show up - I read all this in Don Marquis' book -

best casting - Cher as Jelly Roll Morton - however, I thought John Ashcroft as Lovie Austin was a mistake - though he does have a funky butt -

the amazing thing is how much Bolden turns out to have sounded like Marsalis -

well, I'm not feeling too reputedly well -

geez, I'm not even sure what happened to me - glad, however, to see any interview with Bothwell - would love to see the whole transcript -

conversation with Barry Harris, circa 1977: "Barry, what do you think of Dorothy Donegan?" "Man she's got chops like Tatum, but no taste. Weird broad..."

well, that was before she married Sonny Bono and than, later, Bono - Yoko Ono Nono Bono Bono - of course, for a while she was living up here in Maine, in Orono - so she was Yoko Ono Nono Bono Bono of Orono - drove the post office crazy -

I hear he was married for a short time to Yoko Ono, but she couldn't handle the name-change (Yoko Ono Nono) -

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