Jim Alfredson

Just be thankful it wasn't that picture of you nekked with mini LPs covering your "twigs and berries". That would've been very embarassing.

Got mine... gonna be using it again to go to... gulp... Canada... twice... with Root Doctor. Lame that we need passports to go to Canada.

I thought Rooster's account had been hacked at first and was wary of clicking on the link for fear of opening something nasty.

I'm glad Joe linked this because I'm having a hard time finding another place to get my hair cut now that my local Fantastic Sams closed. I have no idea where the guy went who always cut my hair; Jeffry, a nice African Amercian dude. He did the best job out of anyone I've ever been to.

I'm going to move this to the Musician's Forum.

Great line-up! We've shared the stage with Fathead three times over the past few years! I love his playing! Good times!

Her name was McGill and she called herself Lil But everyone knew her as Nancy

Nice to see you here... I was bummed when you left. Always enjoyed your posts. Welcome back!

It's no secret that Michigan's economy is hurting bad. Lansing isn't doing much better. Homes are sitting on the market for years, empty. There has been an increase in crimes here that is very worrying. More murders, robberies (people jacking pizza delivery guys at gunpoint), etc. Almost every morning I see footprints around my cars that are not mine or my wife's. Since we live right next to an alley there is all sorts of shit that goes down. Luckily I haven't seen a drug deal go down in some time. I remember once my wife was holding newborn Zora and these guys were doing a deal right in front of our living room window in the alley. I think as the economy gets worse and people get more desperate, the robberies and break-ins are just going to increase further.

He's still active:

With the right kind of dog, nobody in their right mind would even attempt to fuck with it. I tell this story about our doberman all the time. When I was a kid we raised doberman pups. We raised the red ones, really beautiful dogs and smart as hell. Every now and then we'd get a dumb one, so we'd usually keep him/her. When we stopped breeding, we had one left. She was my mom's dog, named Queenie. My mom loved her, but she was dumb as a fence post. You just could not train this dog at all. But she was very loving and sweet. One day during the summer both my parents were gone (which was a rariety) and my elder sisters and us young ones were in the front yard farting around. We lived out in the country on a road that saw maybe 2 to 3 cars a day on an old milk farm. The barn was a good 100 years old at least and we had about 5 acres with old fence all around and a gate. So we're outside doing our thing and this van pulls up outside the gate and two creepy dudes call my elder sister over and ask for directions. She's very wisely staying within the gate and they keep trying to get her to come out to the road. The whole time Queenie is chained up in the back yard, at least a football field away. She is going NUTS. Barking like crazy, just going out of her skull. She knows something is up. These guys keep badgering my sis and she starts to walk away and one of them acts like he's going to get out of the van. No sooner does he crack the door, Queenie breaks her chain and barrels down the driveway, all teeth. She leaps over the fence, into the guy's open passenger window, and right at the motherfuckers. They peel rubber and she falls out of the window, gets up, and chases after them all the way down the road until they turned at the T and took off as fast as they could. Like I said, dumb as a rock, but she knew something was up. Another time we were out walking to the creek and some guy in a beat-up car tries the same shit. Stops and asks for directions. We had Queenie with us and she was just starring at the dude and growling that really low, mean rumble that says "LET ME KILL HIM!" My sis just said, "I think you better go before I can't control her." But she was a sweetheart to everyone, she wasn't just mean. She just knew when things weren't right. If my wife would let me have a dog (and if we had a yard to speak of) I would get a dobie.

Weird. What's wrong with the ocean?

With the state of Michigan's (and especially Lansing, Michigan's) current housing market, I'd say no. The better option is a security system of some kind. An even better option is a big dog!

Two words, Joe: Big fuckin' dog. Okay, three words. The guy broke in while you were at work? That's fucked up. No instruments missing, right? If you haven't done this, do it now: Catalog the serial numbers of everything you own. Instruments, electronics, computer, etc. Get insurance on your instruments, too (Corey Christiansen knows a great musical instrument company that has saved his ass a few times... send him an email or I can give you his phone number). And seriously, get yourself a big dog. Like a doberman. My sister can help you train him/her so he/she is the most benevolent creature you've ever met, until somebody tries to fuck with you or break into your house. Then it's "go time". I am seriously considering one for myself, since this neighborhood is getting a bit scary.

Good gracious.

Probably a Farfisa since it is an Italian organ.

I like crunching on ice. In fact, my wife knows better than to move my "empty" glass that still has ice in it. But man... that's pretty wild.

Sounds like a case study for a psychoanalyst.

What I am saying is that the Pistons are 29-10 right now and about to play their 40th game of the season tonight. The Celtics are 31-6 and are about to play their 38th game. So they have played less games. If you look at their schedule, they have played less back-to-back games (Pistons have played 8 sets of back to backs and have another starting tonight. The Celtics have only played 7 and their next back-to-back isn't until February). They have also played less on the road (20 home games and 17 road games vs. the Pistons 17 home games and 22 road games). They have yet to play the Spurs, Dallas, or Phoenix. What I am saying is all this talk about 70 wins is premature. The Celtics have not been tested at all. Besides the fact that the regular season record means nothing when it comes to winning a championship (just ask Detroit or Phoenix or Dallas), my prediction is that Garnett, Allen, and Pierce will be worn out by the end of the season and will not make it far into the playoffs.

I like how the Miami arena was basically half-empty last night, too. What lousy fans. What a lousy team. Celtics record is a smokescreen, imo. Who have they played? They've had one of the softest schedules I can remember.

I think it acts as a nice warning. If my daughter asked me what they were, I'd tell her, "It's a sign that the driver of that truck is a yokel."

It seems to me jazz1 is talking about that super-compressed "intimate" vocal sound where you can hear every little piece of spittle.

It's the new "Fear This!" Or my favorite, the "Pissing Calvin" whizzing on the brand name of your choice. I've always wanted a pissing Calvin that's whizzing on the phrase "rednecks with pissing Calvin stickers".

I'm really hoping one of our benevolent Dutch posters will translate it for real.

How about we knock it off?