tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36063012011-11-12T10:23:07.801-05:00Stuff that comes to mind and how I make sense of itJim Lemanowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05401956708159841483noreply@blogger.comBlogger691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606301.post-80935999348425017122011-05-21T13:31:00.001-04:002011-05-21T13:31:14.396-04:00

Brash brass muted Miles Dizzy Louis Cherry - got one from ebay, couldn't get a note out of it - once thought to reinforce piezo column of air or draw a bow cross the metal - suddenly a string of notes, hit record for PC solo or design one day maybe

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From 1987 to about 2003, I was a member of a musical improv group that went under a few names as time went on. Pieces were recorded on air and eventually to videotape. Edits were cut from the improvs and released as albums - well one time anyway plus a few tapes we circulated amongst ourselves. Eventually I started to find the edits interesting because while fundamentally, one was in the

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2009 Nov 07)S unday, 08 November 2009 at 14:07 Small 9-volt powered Electrobrand AM radio recorded on Sony DSC-W50 - interference with camera itself - interference with eee netbook - interference with floor fan - interference with Dell flatscreen - interference with TV - interference with microwave - interference with electric toothbrush and beard trimmer - interference with electric

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(2009 Nov 07) piezo element wired to small Fender amp - rolled wound guitar string + vinyl LP - slack wound guitar string - small AM radio - metal table - plucked bicycle wheel - bowed bicycle wheel - percussive bicycle

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My point is that I have found over a dozen books on the subject at every retailer - some out of print like the one I pointed out - when when obtained by the seller can command very very high prices. To effectively boycott, you have to stop... buying and reading books. One book I saw had a direct interview with an offender who claimed to have over 1000 victims - and right there in Amazon people

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Monday, 03 August 2009 at 00:49 2 cups of olive oil 1/4 tsp garlic powder or chili powder 1/2 tsp seasoning salt or Adobo 1 1/4 cup bread crumbs 2 eggs/beaters block of mozzarella 1/2 cup flour 2 tbsp water cut sticks from block of cheese put in bag with flour, shake to coat sticks two eggs and water in one bowl, mix breadcrumbs with the seasoning and powder in other bigger bowl, mix take the

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(with AnneMarie Balogh - not recorded, Sun Nov 1)soldered a piezo element and a 1/4 plug to a shielded cable...plugged into a small battery Fender amp-taped the piezo element to an eee netbook and a USB DVD drive-clamped the element to a bicycle wheel/spoke and plucked and strummed other spokes and bicycle frame and bowed spokes with violin bow-clamped the element to a toolbox's cover and bowed

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Anyone who wants to record a solo performance of original (not cover) dicking around on any instrument or noise and send it to me, it can be considered to add to my songs. I'd never use anyone else's ideas as main hooks but have enough electronic means to get almost any sound into my arrangements as supporting sounds (and credit as such).

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It's true - with computers and the internet and the world getting smaller and all this information and software freely available, we are just beginning the best music era ever, with more possibilities than ever before.There are those of us who'd argue that the best times are behind us - but these people have always been and will always be. They'd prefer to put process (how something is made)

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Leather whip-babeCEO on the splicing blockShe's complaining aboutShe's got a block of ice up herBut I don't see nothingI don't see nothing, nothingNot too tightGonna strip the threads on the engine block

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I posted this earlier in a private conversation, might as well get it off my chest...my thoughts emerge very emotionally but I'd rather not keep them in...I'll clean up my text a bit and re-post.I'd certainly rather at least hear some other parties at these public things - like the debates - most of America has given up and isn't really listening to itself say over and over things like "this is

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It's true. Art - music, cooking, painting, architecture, whatever - is NOT sports, religion or drugs. These are all variations on the same theme - some "higher power" that assumes you yourself are "lower." Not at freaking least in the sense of things like hero worship or the quantification of a loaded word like "talent." Worship the extraordinary in us all - yes. Talent - what is that? A

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I seen the frog-man in the midwayWith the bleach-blonde hairGot the sideshow barker barfin' ballyhooHere's the pickled chunk fetus in a jarI got the tongue for you babyI got the tongue for you babyThere go all the bean-bag beans on the carpetGod can help youIn a difficult legal situationGod wants youTo be financially secure and happy

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My parents were air-raid wardensJapanese beetlesGerman measlesIn victory garden gasoline polkaKick the can, kick the canKick the propaganda post-officeShiny oval eyes, high cheeksBig teeth, big shiny teethGot khaki in my soulGot the buzz-head broth

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Take me for a ride in your status-symbolRubber thimble, chasin' a dog'Til I worked up a sweatI wanna be a woman but I ain't one yetYou are my perfectionMy game show soap operaTom Collins tranquilized psychoanalyzedEgg-nog, eggplant ladyThe lime will destroy their bodiesAnd we could go away togetherWe will be together soonDarlingThen I'll never let you go

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We don't need another hernia heroAnother herbicide hemorrhoidDetergent, peanut-butter and fluff on ryeLike moisture-substanceNew organic fast-food sloppy syrupMondo-yummy lipsAnd foldsFolds of yummy skin

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I got all the mustard!I got all the mustard!Here comes the fourth wallHere comes the water beaverHere come the propane heaterThe flaming Rhesus monkey wrenchThe sideslip boomerang back in my headHere comes Simon the fishermanGonna wax my carGonna teach me to speed-readReal fine

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I saw you making speechesI saw you carrying postersI saw you straining at the barstoolSaw you frolickingSpending too much money on dipstickBicuspid vapor is a many-splendored thingAfter 3 days it don't hurt anymoreCuttlebone cuticle cyclamateMy liver in ClevelandI guess I found some real friends

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Man with the beard open up liquidInto the bowl, into the bucketInto Abe Lincoln, John Wilkes BoothShootin' bows and arrowsIn the temple synagogueFifteen bored girls, fifteen dancin'Dancin' in Swan Lake with the swine turpentineI'm naked not nude, making love not sexFeel the mirth in the parkMy partner in the isolation booth

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Beef-kick, moccasins and raisinsAin't gonna make me crySandy Duncan makes me cryShe never got never gotNo mastectomy paper-stars, stairsShe got 203 lbs. in the lardIn the cameraIn the consultationCan't hear with my helmet onCan't hear Hildegarde when she's moanin'When she's wearin' the tent-dress

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It's very liberating to be aware of (and live in) a place in one's own head where one can actually call "art" almost anything and if your "supplies" to make that art are at the same time limited. An example would be a cheap camera - maybe a throwaway or a phonecam - or maybe cheaper or free software with certain limitations, like a small set of effects in a free photo application. For a

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Take my damp self out of the shower stallBefore dates, after gym-classYou snap open the suitcaseBut still no ibuprofenNotarized, keep it in the safe-deposit boxPut me in a leisure suitPut me in a glass-jaw lopsided Las VegasGonna pinch, gonna tweak, gonna biteWhen the worms come outI quiver vacant-like

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Thin washes of O-type negativeFill the fiddle-dip skyFill the fillet mignonFill the rank-and-fileWith poppycock ragesAt the white-collared bloatedBattle-axed, dirtbagged classI'm a-flyin' to NeptuneOn the threads ofThis skinhead's pink shoelacesSmells like somethin's cookin'Somethin' like meatloaf

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I'm lookin' for my false teethHo ho ho, down the garbage chuteKiss-off sticky fingers, shorts and sandalsWind-bag, boss-bagGet your fat legs outta the wayI'm no doctorBut it sounds like V.D.

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Oops, golly, gollyIt looks like a skunkOops, golly, gollyNeutrinos travel faster than theSpeed of a lightCockfight, fleabite, graphiteGag, gag, lamplightOops, oops, golly, golly, oops, ooops,Tecumseh stamped his foot

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Don't you love the way the sack hangs?This bag of pleasureIn the pale moonlightThis purple mountain majestyAll of these marblesAll these marbles gonna spill all overThat belly of yoursWe got the sponge in the belly-buttonPut the antelope on holdWe got the latexWe got the syringeIf you got the time

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Ah, loveLove, love, sweet tender loveA chicken scrap in steel woolA sandstormAll the grains in my short hairsSneezin' clear 'cross the bowlin' alleyPhlegm was the color ofMy true love's hairMakes all the tearsWell way up in my feetSniff, sniff

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This is my dog with a semi-automatic pistolThis my fingernails painted greenThis is my cockatooIn the mail, fourth-classThis is my mother-witThis is my moist fatherhoodI'm so horny I could eat jellyCall up my old baseball coach, for Pete's sakeI danced the Lindy in your armsUntil half-passed half-gassed three

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Powdered wig, now the clock is brokenJunk pasta gluten Pablum JohnnyJohnny says it's time to closeEven after the honeymoonI knew it was overI hate the scrape of your voiceYour hair in the toothpasteMy goldfish in your pancreasSwimmin' around, spanking sowMy life a septic sewer toilet tank pipe-farmI want my face to be polyurethaneSo I can burn holes with matchesWhen it's sleet outside

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I sprained every ligamentIn my noseComing close to youYou smell like squidMilton keeps his squidWay way under his pelvisWrapped up in tar paperSo Mom won't find it

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From the street, walking with my significant other in Bay Ridge NY, I noticed a left-handed guitar in the window of a closed music store. Being as I had just realized that it was possible as a right-hander to play said significant other's left-handed acoustic guitar only hours previous by just playing as if it was just a righty and taking it in as "another alternate tuning" - it seemed fairly

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I have been wanting to carry around a recording device with me for a while. I used to do it all the time back when I was 10-15...I know friends who were doing it too a few years ago, I remember hearing a tape of the subway. I figure that it is a good way to catch samples (could be street performers, noises, crowds, talking) - samples that could be used straight-up as well as to convolve/vocode

Jim Lemanowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05401956708159841483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606301.post-41259315465369227382007-11-11T13:58:00.001-05:002010-11-25T12:36:52.509-05:00

From a train running down the Hudson to be edited later -Got the Deep Throat soundtrack, which includes music from the movie plus the lost sequel. Some of it comes up on the ipod today, so I comment.Quite unique in its amateurishness, production is filled with the sort of "ducking" that appears in radio/film/TV voiceover work, Harry Reems talking is only one segment in an extended largely

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Blogging from a train heading down the Hudson...If ever there was an archetypal art film for a non art film audience, this is among the handful suggested, thereby my words my never be heeded and indeed you may be better off looking this up in wikipoopooland to really either test the waters or make sense of what you've seen after you've seen.I was so affected by the film I added a reference to

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This film - essentially about an classic adult film maker coming to grips with the much less story-line oriented adult industry in the 80's and 90's - is distinguished by the fact that it uses sex acts themselves as a plot device.

Jim Lemanowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05401956708159841483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606301.post-85326389636916686992007-08-05T07:24:00.000-04:002010-11-25T12:36:08.972-05:00

A film by French New Wave director Agnès Varda and the story of what we would call a homeless young woman - but what many in the film call a "hippie" and one with a bad attitude to boot - and her death in a small French town. What starts out as a criminal investigation or documentary soon settles into a chronological series of flashbacks of every witness to her arrival and the events leading to

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For years, as I have been chasing that "sound" from the Moody Blues, the Beatles, Genesis, Stones and others, I have thought that a Mellotron was an instrument that used endless tape loops to produce its sounds. Now I know otherwise...Searching for circuit-bending materials, I found this example of a guy changing the cartridges on a mellotron 400 - it's the very first segment of this "best of" -

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"I just want people to like me"

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I suppose that many entertainment fans or Americans or both, immediately "elevate" product coming out of the British Isles as somehow "better." I don't know if it is because of the Beatles or the War of 1812 (they won) or perhaps a bit of both. I'll try to avoid such "auto-elevation" by tempering this piece with the knowledge that most foreigners I have met can't even acknowledge such a thing

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I found a freaking great Roxy Music Remake/Remodel on you tube and figured "let's see if there is more," hit the "more from this user" and found this little bit of Massapequa history - the Bloodless Pharaohs http://youtube.com/watch?v=9SiYmqxz8AU&mode=user&search= Too bad Bri didn't use a Mosrite (like the '52's) and went for the standard vanilla Strat. I guess you can take the boy from L.I.

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Perhaps falling on deaf ears but nonetheless - Psyched By The 4-D Witch makes Plan 9 From Outer Space look like Gone With The Wind...you get the idea.Saw this on a 2fer DVD from www.greencine.com with Monster A-Go-Go which was good but a little slow and in no way compares with this one - no movie could ever be as good as 4-D Witch, no way, not never. Nope.Caution - for those with children,

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Directions is a song-by-song video compilation of the DCFC album Plans. Each song is presented as a chapter with its own menu, with an interview with that vid's director, lyrics, treatments, stills. There are various directors and the band is not featured in any video.Word on the curb is that this is Seattle's DCFC's sell-out record, big label, all that junk. Believe it if you want - maybe in

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'Round about 1996 and I started to catch wind of The Elephant 6 "collective" of bands that appeared to me to be a renaissance of the ancient Athenians of the early 80's, (B52's, REM, Flat Duo Jets and the stunning Pylon). The tone of the newer bands was entirely different - somehow a collision of prog concept albums, lo-fi voices (as in "guided by"), indie/punk's sensibilities lathered with

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Under the radar - myself included - of all but the most ardent of South Park fans and recovering from cuts forced by the MPAA, this is the 2004 release (here uncut on the DVD) by Trey Parker and Matt Stone, tongue firmly planted in satirical cheek.Irreverent on so many levels, this movie takes on the war against terror, left-leaning actors, action movies, lame-o Hollywood love, country music,

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Since I am more than halfway through with the Twin Peaks season two set, it's about time to get some of this in writing...It's been so long since the release of the first set and so long since I first watched the show in the original 1990 run, later re-runs on Bravo or even the prequel feature film Fire Walk With Me, I've forgotten a few of the subplots and character subtleties but decided to go

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I received a giant box full of cello yesterday after owning a violin and electric viola since the spring. This seems to be the orchestral stringed instrument for me to start on - I've pizzicato'ed my way through a few things already while still somewhat challenged by bowing. On the "fretboard" side of things, fat fingers make the violin a bit tough and the viola slips too much and only has one

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Peel it and see -http://www.mvrhs.org/cells/Rogers/Golgi/Golgi%20Aparatus.html

Jim Lemanowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05401956708159841483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3606301.post-40601661099377869372007-07-06T20:08:00.000-04:002010-11-25T12:37:42.144-05:00

A bit of Punk lore from the real birthplace of punk, New York -http://www.richardhell.com/Theresa2.html

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This is an album that I picked up last weekend at a new local used record store. Not too much to say about the music yet except it seems like typical "TV Jazz" and they did pick some notables to cover. Obviously, I bought it for the cover.Neither my friends nor I had seen the album before.

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Genesis performing one of their first truly great songs from their third album - The Musical Box - but the first by the "classic" Gabriel-Banks-Hackett-Rutherford-Collins. Here they are allegedly in 1971, around the time that the album was released.How very strange they were...and how odd during the history of popular music is it when something truly creative like this comes along. Put this up

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Even without the sound up, I'm excited about the "new" Drake - these are old songs from before the contract. From what I heard in the film A Skin Too Few, I liked it...

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At some point I may start a TV blog but for now, I'll put TV observations in the film blog...A quickie about Twin Peaks Season Two DVD's - I just picked out (and confirmed online) that Van Dyke Parks played Leo Johnson's lawyer. He used the word "perspecious."

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Good article here - and plenty more on that site to do things like adjust your pickup height and truss rod.

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Well not quite but I received some clues... I regularly employ a cab to drive me from the train station to home. One of the drivers seems pretty cool. He starts to tell me about a new dispatcher they have who is selling drugs to the drivers etc. He mentions that the drivers used to be really bad - especially a short dark haired driver named Antoinette! I say "hold up!" and tell him my

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Fluctuations is the name of the movie that you want to see...packaged as a Times Square Trilogy member smack dab in the middle of Vibrations about a cult of sex-addictors and two sisters and the wonderfully quick Submission where an unwilling sub/candy-fetishist tries to change her life in between dodging candle wax and snooping in the attic...These being on the surface the type of movie that

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Open letter to Paul from the Corinthians in the Groove Tube -Lordy be, I ain't never - but never - seen no one that done looked jest like you done.I ain't joshin'Exactly 30 years later but yeah it's definitely thee. Jay would laughed himself silly, I know it.What you got here is the nexus between 60's underground comix & old George Carlin and the inevitable Saturday night live a year or two later

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So the early Beatles albums were all chopped up and displaced and it did not effect me for a while there. I think I started buying music at a time when it was acceptable to just get Beatles albums after Revolver or Rubber Soul and just get the "red album" to fill in the early years. That whole classic rock thing where anything about girls, cars, etc are not deemed worthy of serious attention vs.

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I have the poor man's version of the 'Plex by Univox called the EC100. It makes so much mechanical noise that it needs to be placed up on its side and it uses these mini-8-track-looking beasties. The store I bought it from, (in Amityville, NY circa 1990 by where Crawdaddy's used to be), actually had a spare tape that I went back and bought the next week. I does all the standard echo stuff but

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The first band I was ever in was something that I never actually played too much in. I was 13/14/15 and we called ourselves "The Psychotic Undertone" (and sometimes "Jake DeCrumb And The Toe" or "5,000 Angry Men"). There were three acoustic guitarists - Jeremy W, Rob M and Dave M. Dave and Rob were just learning but I had absolutely no clue how to do anything at all but play a C chord and

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Have 1 to 3 other people come over and just improvUse a four-track cassette as a mixer and also record each track discretelySend that mix to a DVD or VHS recorderThe VHS mix would eventually be converted to digital and posted onlineThe discrete tracks would be used later in a loop-based projectEnough tracks with the same participants would constitute a band and eventually get a full webpage -

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I did take apart a Merlin toy (from about 1978) and get some strange sounds from it but stopped because I couldn't really write down what I was doing. I took some photos though...

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So these two guitars both came this week -The Teisco "Tulip" which I think is called an ET-200 - I dated it from the Twangers site as a 69-71. Head is a copy of the big bulbous Strat headNeck is thin but I've got a little buzz near fret 11 which would indicate it needs some trussing - not sure if that is provided under the pick guard.Body - Very thin plank of plywood with a goofy flowered pick

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I got a new "free" DVD recorder by using my American Express card points.It took me something like 3 tries to get the June 2002 CFHD music-improv-to-movie, (with Gary, Sandy and I), over to DVD. The main feature had been protected and the DVD recorder knew it. Also the tape would get ejected and not finish copying. Because official CFHD policy is to use non-copyrighted movies, this should be a

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At least they took good pictures -(Until I read through their site), the only thing I can tell you about these guys is -A) They had a theramin in the bandB) It's name was LotharC) Creem magazine panned them in an influential (for me) article about psychedelia printed in the early 80's. I don't see it posted at http://www.creem.com/, which is a shame.http://www.lotharandthehandpeople.com/

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Sarah McLachlan includes Happy Xmas on her new "Christmas" album along with a cover of "River" by Joni. She also throws in a Charlie Brown and a Lightfoot cover, as well as a handful of well-chosen trad covers. All this surrounds a paltry one original tune, "Wintersong," which leads me to my main complaint - the disappearance of Sarah McLachlan.As 2007 looms, we see that since 1997 when Sarah's

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Well at least Lionel Richie was in the Commodores and can hopefully be remembered by the ages for his 'fro in "Thank God It's Friday." There's absolutely nothing redeeming about Mr Billy Joel, nothing. Self-important, pseudo-regular-guy, trite tripe...Its going to ruin my night so I will stop....And in defense of quality mindless rock and roll such as Twisted Sister - even after Sgt. Pepper,

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How foul are the sheets I lay upon?My brothers and sistersAre whacking each otherI'm pouring paint thinner all over the babyThe man downstairs bashing his milkHis milkmaid, his wet nurseI've got too much cocaine in my earsC'mon let's dance all night longI think you're dirty, I think you're stupidI think you're the best thingThat ever happened to me

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Pump it, pump itI can make Cindy Crawford yawnDrool spittle on doily brassiereUncle Petey got the diabeticsGets the icky insulin spice loafPinch pearldrop teethGot the blisterGets the burning sensation spice loafPinch pearl, drop teeth

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Although you are tannedAnd your nipples are copperI'll suck out your chromeWith a big fat eyedropperIf you just gave me half a chanceIf you just gave me half of France

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