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Just goes to show...

Cole Hamels on hitting Bryce Harper with a pitch: One the one hand... Now, having said that...

"Tabby"...isn't that a cat?

Well, just remember who it was told you don't fuck with a cat.

Yeah, that works! Found it a few years ago and revisit it with some regularity. Artwork for the discriminating downloader...

On the other hand, maybe Brian saw the soul that was there and put it on vivid display. Everybody, and I do mean everybody I know who dislikes the Beach Boys does so for some variant on the same theme - that they're so/too...WHITE. And middle class. I've been white and middle class pretty much my entire life. I've come to learn (finally) that there is nothing in being either that precludes soulfulness in any individual, nor is there anything in not being either that guarantees same. Life is a game of avoiding (or not avoiding) all kinds of traps. Letting a person's class and ethnicity be a predictor of their soulfulness as human beings is one of the most prevalent (and least avoided). Looking for human soulfulness to be manifested in any one particular set or sets of overt behaviors and/or mannerisms is another. Not everybody gets the same set of traps, but that's another point, not this one. Trapped is as trapped does, that's this point. Funny thing is, some of the most soulful people I've known have also exhibited some the most soulless behavior imaginable. Go figure.

Man, it must be a drag to deal with shit you don't like.

The last Brother/Reprise album was MIU Album, which really did get no push from the label. None. Which is ok because...it sucked. Love You was the follow-up to 15 Big Ones, which was a big hit. There was a good amount of advance publicity for it, but the thing tanked because it was just too damn weird (for the time) and didn't have any ready made hits. It was like 15 Big Ones minus the oldies, and with even more "Brian-ness" getting all up in your face. It could very well be my favorite, too.

Willie Mays was literally the first big league player I saw in the flesh. The very first. I would be like the first chick you ever getting naked with being J-Lo.

Haters always gonna hate. Sun always gonna shine. Until it stops, after which there ain't gonna be no haters...or anybody else. Until then, there's always a choice.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/05/06/us/jenny-lawson-goes-from-misfit-with-blog-to-author-with-deal.html I get very upset when people like this find success in life instead of just going away to suffer in silence. Fucking worthless pieces of shit, they are. They do not deserve to live, much less make money. On the other hand, good for her! She'll not get any of my interest or money, but I've had a life just fine without her presence, and can continue to do so. So, win-win.

Jim? That was Moose. All I'm saying is don't fuck with a cat. It's a life lesson. Learn it the easy way or learn it the hard way. But you will learn it.

Bilius Ammonia Scrubba

No, you're right, just social/musical skills alone doesn't guarantee that you'll get the opportunities, much less that you'll succeed at them. You still have to deliver stuff that pleases the patrons/clients/bosses at some level. But it seems to me that he did whatever it took probably a lot of "assisting" and/or "being there" to be finally given a shot, and that once he got it, he didn't fuck it up. It's really just basic business, that's all. I wish I had known then what I know now about basic business-handling. Or at least known some of it. It's really not complicated in its basic form, but it does require a basic sobriety of thought. Save the "flights of fantasy" for the music itself. Music is made for such things, and wonderfully so. Business isn't.

Darn and cats go together. Point simply being - don't fuck with a cat.

Steve Martin Bob Einstein Murray Roman http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2007/11/the-forgotten-m/comments/page/2/

RCA YMCA Y. A. Tittle

George Tipton!

My guess would be that he made some pretty varied group of connections with WNW (on top of those he already had), and then spent time networking, working his way up by doing favors, "being there", etc., making new connections in the process, etc., lather rinse repeat. Ambition & talent meeting opportunity, the same way it works anywhere else. The specifics will probably come out at some point in some other interview, eventually.

The Detroit Lions Kitty Carlisle Karl Thayer, a realtor in Grand Isle, Lousiana http://www.karlthayer.com/

If PR people don't do their job, they get fired. If the press doesn't report on "current events", the musicians raise hell about neglect. And if nothing's happening (or perceived to not be happening), then the press writes about how dead everything is. It's sausage, to be sure. But if you like sausage (and I generally do), then it's got to get made. I myself am neither shocked nor dismayed at how - and why - it gets made. To any musician who wants to have a career beyond that of being a hero to family and friends, the best advice to be offered is simple - learn the sausage.

Wayne Fontana Hannah Montana Robert Urich as Dan Tanna