Musical Things, Part Umpteen

Chronic—what—les of Narnia

Wow. Who knew that SNL was funny again? Not I.

Hey! I know those guys!

Rolling Stone posted their Top 50 of 2005. I was surprised to see a lot of the records on there—I mean, I love Sufjan, I mean, hell, who doesn't? But motherfuckin' Rolling Stone?

"Well we are big rock singers, we've got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show
We take all kind of pills to give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll get you when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

Rolling Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover
Rolling Stone
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Rolling Stone
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

I've got a freaky old lady name o' Cocaine Katy
Who embroiders on my jeans
I've got my poor old gray-haired Daddy
Drivin' my limousine
Now it's all designed to blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll get you when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone

We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian guru
He's teachin' us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone"

While looking up Dr. Hook, guess what I found?

Turns out that Shel Silverstein, noted children's poet and adult cartoonist (who I love) wrote “On the Cover of Rolling Stone”, which was recorded by Dr. Hook.

Guess what else he wrote.

No, g'wan. Guess.

“A Boy Named Sue” for our boy Johnny.

I shit you not.

Funniest quote of my day

—rather, it was the fact that she has her own LiveJournal, and let’s face it, they don’t give those out to just anyone.

Indietorrents.com

So, while facing the slew of 'Top Albums of the Year” lists that are being thrown at me from every corner of the blogosphere, Indie Torrents has proved invaluable to my no-job having, unpublished ass.

The site is invite only (and don't hold your breath), and the admins are, by their own terms, 'fascist' in deleting accounts for low share ratios, but if you get the chance to check out the inner workings, do so. At the drop of a hat.

Thanks to the site, I've found various must own records. Plus, I've been able to keep my head above the water in the never-ending list of 'Great Albums', circa '2005