JSngry

Astronomy is my life's passion.

All right...for a song called Hot Rod Race to end up having a hopped-up Model A as the ultimate hot rod is irony, and it does play on the song title. Not a literal lyric play on the literal words of the title, but instead of the concept implied by the title. Other than that, it's sounds like you've created a nice little world for yourself, so be happy there. I'll be looking at the moon and...not be seeing you.

To the very best of my knowledge, this song is no way called anything like "Model A Race". And not every Hot Rod was built on a Ford Model A basis. Far from it. BTW, the "hopped-up" keyword won't do it either because the ENTIRE lyrics are about hopped up machinery. And no special play on the song title at the END of the song here, therefore, because the song is not about jalopies throughout either. So ... where's the "... all these songs from the so-called "Great American Songbook" that end with some sort of play on the song's title" angle here? Geez, here comes the clueless one again...There ain't that angle. There's an answer to "what happened?", namely that the device lived on. And oh by the way, in the context of the song and its times, the notion of a Hot Rod Ford & a Hot Rod Mercury getting smoked by a Hot Rod Model A, hopped up or otherwise, is very much a final lyrical twist.

What's the word on his Blue Note album,Worth Waiting For? Can't say I've ever heard it.

Try the early 70s live album he did w/Cannonball.on Fantasy.

So, not Mel Gibson?

When it flew by us, I turned the other way. The guy in Mercury had nothing to say. And I could see it was a streak of grey, it was a kid in a hopped-up Model A.

What's happened to his control? He had one inning where he looked like he had found his zone, but it left just as soon as it came. Hope it's just mechanical and/or psychological and not some kind of psychical damage. I like Timmy. On our side, barring Ogando's strained groin, it was the best possible outcome on any number of potential Groundhog Day Moments (I like that phrase, very apt). Kudos to Ogando for doing what he did, kudos to Buc-ee Beaver for stepping in on short notice and not missing a beat in emergency relief of Ogando (OGANDO!!!), kudos to Ian Kinsler for making a Groundhog Day Moment Error earlier in the game and not letting it get to him, judos to Mike Adams for not letting it get away from him in the 8th, and kudos to Mitch Moreland for turning that slickass double play at first base. To the casual watcher, it might seem like the Rangers just played tier brand of baseball today, nothing to really blink about. But the last six weeks have been weirdly weird, and the Angels look like they're not going anywhere but up. The dedicated Ranger watcher knows that a game like today after a game like yesterday is a better-than usual thing, and the man at Lone Star Ball says it best: Giants Hit Like Recent Rangers, Rangers Play Like Recent Ranger Opponents Far from guaranteed, glad it happened like it did.

Ah, but the lyrics...

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2012/apr/22/hannah-rothschild-nica-jazz-thelonious-monk-interview

If you're really at the mercy of your hosts, you haven't learned enough about them yet. The first lesson is that you will always be at the mercy of you hosts, and that your hosts are very seldom benevolent creatures who want to give you you whatever you want just because they like you. There will be games. The games are not to conquer them nearly as much as it is to get what you want/need from them in order to preserve your own world. And believe me, they will be gaming to get as much from you for as little in return as possible.

This is odd...

Brian is about Transcendental Middle Class White Suburban Spiritual Soul. I don't know what the rest of those guys have been about. Carl had a clue (at least), but the rest of them...I don't know if they ever really got past the White Suburban Middle Class part. But...it's ok.

"Goofy" was exactly the word my son used, and in a wholly approving manner! Gotta say, I agree.

Every culture has its own variation on the "general" language". Those who wold aspire to enter into a culture would be well-advised to learn that culture's distinct variances and then fluentize them to one degree past what they think will be necessary to penetrate said culture to the desired degree. Just remember though - it's all a game. All of it.

Also hard work watching Rangers give games away that they might not have won anyway, defensively in particular. Too much of that lately, and too much getting out-pitched by too may teams. I suspect a lot of teams' advance scouts have found some holes in a our hitters, and that they haven't figured out what's going on yet and adjusted. Either that or everybody's getting old and developing bad eyesight.all at once. Just too many collective cold bats over the last few weeks for it to be "just baseball". This guy says it best: "should have won" is a bit much, but still...the difference between a Great Team and a Really Good Team is how many of those woulda/coulda/shoulda games you can find a way to win, even through dumb luck. Six weeks is a long time for there to be this many and still think of the Rangers as a Great Team. OTOH, there's 102 games left. We shall see. On the bright side though, Feldamn returned to being Feldman today. Not a particularly scintillating start, but not an abomination, not by any means. It's about time. Now the mutherphukker just needs to win one.

Word on that! I've worked in a mega-corporate world for more than a decade now, and the only thing that equals the hilarity of thinking that using "proper" English will get you into a world where language isn't skull-fucked on a level equal to what the Communists did to it is the inner-circle(jerk) whine about needless government regulations and inefficient bureaucracies, when they themselves, when left to their own devices, they'll come up with more levels of waste, fraud, inefficiencies, redundancies, and just flat-out bizarre clusterfucks than even the most odious government agency. This thread is funny!

The naughty lady of Shady Lane has hit the town like a bomb The back fence gossip ain't been this good since Mabel ran off with Tom Our town was peaceful and quiet before she came on the scene The lady has started a riot, disturbin' the suburban routine The naughty lady of Shady Lane has the town in a whirl. The naughty lady of Shady Lane. Me, oh my, oh what a girl! You should see how she carries on with her admirants galore She must be giving them quite a thrill, the way they flock to her door. She throws those "come hither" glances at every Tom, Dick and Joe When offered some liquid refreshment, the lady never, never says, "No." The naughty lady of Shady Lane has the town in a whirl. The naughty lady of Shady Lane. Me, oh my, oh what a girl! The things they're trying to pin on her won't hold much water, I'm sure. Beneath the powder and fancy lace, there beats a heart sweet and pure. She just needs someone to change her and she'll be nice as can be. If you're in the neighborhood, stranger, you're welcome to drop in and see The naughty lady of Shady Lane, so delightful to hold The naughty lady of Shady Lane. So delectable, quite respectable. And she's only nine days old

They have a schtick, and it is past being well-worn now. But I don't care. Those guys can still crack me up - and give good advice. I'd be hard-pressed to think of any time in my life that I've laughed harder than the time a caller started telling a story about how a horse tried to eat her truck because it was green. Tom & Ray let her tell her story and then started asking "analytiocal" questions, trying but failing to keep a straight face...it was beyond surreal. They'll be missed, for real.

Surprised there's no Zito-rage going here, especially after the base running miscue. I was waiting i the wings to offer you a straight-up Scott Feldamn for Barry Zito trade, do it now, right now, and have Feldman start today's game for the Giants. We'll Fed-Ex somebody up from Round Rock, Neil Ramirez, maybe. Don't worry about us, just make sure that Scott Feldamn does not pitch for the Rangers today, please. And as noted above kudos to Matt Harrison for pitching like a growed-ass man last night, and to his team for supporting him in like fashion. Aside from two consecutive games where he was all HOODIE WHOOPIE DIDDLEY PEEPIE PIE (aka WTF?) Matt's very quietly been having a very good season, and has been the team's most consistent starter. But - Posey + Cabrerra both return to the lineup today and tomorrow, and we're throwing Feldamn & Ogando. If Ogando gets 4-5 good innings, I'm cautiously optimistic about our chances, but Feldamn? Please - Zito for Feldamn, right now. No regrets. Do it. DO IT!

And we'll have fun fun fun now that Daddy took the T-Bird away.

That album can try the stamina if you're not up for it, but if you are....WHOO-HOOOOOOO!!!!!

Yeah, there's always the money possibility, but unless Brian's broke, I don't think he'd do it just for that. Too much baggage to carry, so I'm going to assume that there's been some kind of closure at last, noting that closure doesn't = warm-fuzzzies, just that you're finally able to let it go and not eat you up any more. I mean, Love (who nobody I respect likes, much less loves) is already 71, Brian turns 70 in a few days...they ain't got that much time left, ya' know? Not just professionally, but to simply be alive. Time to start making things as right as they can be, before there's no time left at all.

They're touring together and made an album (their last? Could be). I'd say it's been done. The "forced truce" period's long gone.

No doubt that Brian made peace with himself with Smile. That was a big one. Making peace with his old band, though...that probably took some even greater doing.