FT,Can't say that I blame you!Books and cats -- particularly the combination thereof -- is much better for the soul than blogging.Espero que la vista venga pronto.
HEY! This was nit supposed to appear till FRIDAY. Blogger must be burping again. There's humdinger of a post that should have come out before this.Oh well ...When no one deigned to notice that I [deliberately] posted the exact SAME article TWICE the other day, or thought to ask me why, I realized how very little attention these efforts were drawing, and how little anyone cared.It's time to accept reality, admit defeat, stop wasting precious hours, and MOVE ON.
Admit defeat?I wouldn't say that you were defeated. Rather, the trolls defeated themselves. And to what end?
You drinkin' rum and coca-cola with the natives or something?
Always loved "The Lady with the Tutti Frutti Hat" - AND - The Andrews Sisters. I was precocious, so the mid-forties really were "my" era.Everything in Pop Culture started to head south in 1955 (the year ELVIS arrived n the scene).Since then, as a people, we've become increasingly crude, boorish and insensate with each passing year.Before that we were merely silly -- but at least we were PLEASANT.
1955, the year the decline of western culture, indeed everything good and holy, took a dive onto the crapper. Elvis the Pelvis, the man who started the destruction of pop culture immortalized as the devil in human form.But ahh, those were the years!!!It's a bit*h to grow older, but, we all have our own unique memories. No one can take them away from us unless we let them. Looking closely at today's culture, and all it's rancor one cannot help but to think the more things change the more they stay the same. Maybe only the forms change while the substance is a constant.Isn't the human race interesting?
Te gusto tanto! Tantissimo!
For the record, FT.The real change came when Dylan made the popular song personal.Hank Williams had been moving in that direction but the big factor was Dylan.
Dylan was the seediest of the seedy, the shittiest of the shitty, the rottenest of the rotten, the most depressing and dgenerate of the big cast of dipshits that left their thick, ropy, slimy, stinking, steaming turds all over the face this once pleasant country. Yesterday was that filthy bastard's 73rd birthday. Like all the reeking shitasses from that fucked up era, he left his mark, but lost his popularity right quick. His birthday should be declared a day that will live in infamy. I can't wait for him to die, so I can piss, shit and puke on his grave.___________ Cotton Mather, XVI ______________
Well, well, well, Cotton, Old Boy! I hope you'll stop by again one day, drop some of that frigid reserve, and tell us how you really feel.
... and he can phrase better than Sinatra.
Dorita de Plor saidII think Perry Como was the best ever, myself.
Dylan is major asshole.Now that Carmen Miranda! WOW! SHE was an ARTIST.And she didn't want to make you vomit every time you set eyes in her either.Donald Drambrury
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