Month: June 2011

Bob Dylan “Saved”

My friend was telling me that “Saved” was Dylan’s last great album. I was going to comeback with a witty reply but I was laughing too hard. I bought the CD awhile back from the cutout bin. Took it home, played it once, didn’t think too much of it and put it away. So I thought, let me listen to it again. Not as bad as I remembered it to be. Not as good as “Shot Of Love” either.

What I’m really waiting for is some Bob Dylan live concerts DVD’s. His religious phase concerts in Toronto was filmed.  I like to see an official release of that. At the time he was making his religious albums, he had a hot band with him. They should open the vault a little and let some of this stuff out.

“Wake Of The Flood”

“Wake Of The Flood,” my first Grateful Dead album. When I was in High School, I heard the cool people talking about The Grateful Dead. I had no idea who they were. I went out and bought it. I hated it really bad. I thought it was boring and nothing good about it. I could see why people thought this was so good. I put it away and didn’t play it for a long time. Then I started getting into The Dead and gave it another listen. Since by that time I knew something about the band, I started to understand the music.

I feel that they more you know about a band, the people in it and what they’re trying to do, the more you understand the music.

I always wanted to try the “Wake Of The Flood” computer painting. I looked at the album cover and thought it was going to be a lot of work. I figured, what the hell, let me give it a go. I see touches of “The Grand Wazoo in the painting. All in all, I thought it came out alright.

Three Jabroni’s and two other guys

The Miami Heat, three super stars and two who cares, lost to a real team. Three guys who can’t figure out how to play together lost to a team that had team work.

No way Miami should have lost. The got the better team. They got the bigger ego’s. They were making fun of a sick guy who burned their ass in game five.


Ever see when they show a team picture of The Heat, they only show three guys. Me and my brother could have been the other two and nobody would have noticed.

I bet they’re laughing in Cleveland. James didn’t want to play with The Cav, they weren’t going to win. I’ll go to Miami and not win there.

I could imagine what went on in the locker room of The Heat after the game. The finger pointing, making excuses and the crying.

There’s that old saying, “There’s no I in team.” Maybe they should have hung that in The Heat locker.

 

Anthony Weinergate

This couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. He reminds me of a person who know everything and he’s right and everybody’s wrong.

So he comes on TV and lies. Says his account was hacked into. It’s possible, stuff like that happen. But then they ask him if the picture of his crotch is his. He says, he don’t know. This is where it starts to fall apart.

There’s three things here;

1. account was hacked into

2. he sent the pictures

3. not sure if the pic of the crotch is his

Now I can understand if the picture was  taken straight on, you might not know. If you are in  a gym and some perv has a camera taking pictures, you don’t know the pic was taken so you might not recognize yourself. This crotch pitcher was taken looking down. So you know if you took the picture. After you took it you would probably look at it to make sure it came out good.  Yet Weiner says he didn’t know.

Since he said he didn’t know if it was him or not, it also meant it could have been him. What’s he doing with pictures of his crotch on Twitter? You mean he wasn’t smart enough to make a fake account if he wanted to do that.

If you use math you could have figured out he sent the pics:

hacked 33 1/3 %

did send 33 1/3%

don’t know if it’s him (this means, it’s him) 33 1/3%

Add them up 33 1/3% hacked, 66 2/3% sent them

Here comes the best part. He’s not sure if some of the girls he sent the pictures to were over 18.

There must be something in the water in New York. First Elliot Spitzer, now Anthony Weiner.