Dali Cracks Gala Up with his Power of Mastication
España FOR THE WIN
WHAT IT DOOOOOOO!?
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I’m obsessed with Dark Roasted Blend
(for all those in love with slightly mad mates)
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HER VOICE!!!
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I’m not James Bond or
Jimmy Beard,
But I know what to drink with weird;
There was a list which I was sent,
From follicle to fundament:
White or red?
Your meal’s still dead;
Just get fed,
And go to bed.
Chardonay with fish filet?
Chops with Vosne Romanee?
Whether to drink old or young?
(Rampling or Christensen?)
When I drink there is no doubt,
I place my order and make it stout:
Guinness and a Jameson—
What was it that you called me, then?
Cape buffalo, lion, antelope,
I’d even order for the Pope;
ChristBlood singing in a chalice,
Sweet red wine drunk without malice.
In to Bourbon’s slurried well,
Amber pours and secrets tell
Of intermittent deprivations,
And mean slags pouring thin potations.
I know a spot to sup with chums,
With demis, mags and jeroboams;
To start, How about an aperitif?
Kir? Why not? But, make it brief;
And should you want a postprandial,
The green stuff’s good after a while:
Absinthe makes the tart grow fond;
La Fee Verte waves her magic wand;
And if there is no place to go,
We’ll stay inside with Veuve Clicquot;
Coffee, grappa, chocolate cake—
The last request that waiter’s take:
It’s time to drink our rations up:
To lullabies which fill our cup.
Ann cannot comprehend my celebratory mourning as I chicken cluck around the house wearing nothing but black rubber shorts (I’m as fat as Lux was thin but it is the thought that counts).
My judo opiate infused singing rants grating her nerves like Surf-in M Wilson’s uncapped nails on an abandoned blackboard. Her threats have not stopped my 24 hour serenade of but three tunes sung on heavy rotation, “The Rebel Johnny Yuma,”
“Let Your Pussy Do the Dog” and my totally jump’n rendition of Jennie C. Riley’s “Backside of Dallas:”
A tenth grade education won't get you No kinda job here in big D
hunger pains and prides are things
that just don't go hand in hand for long
And on the back side of Dallas A hungry small town girl can't find a home
On the back side of Dallas nervously she takes another pill
On the back side of Dallas tonight like other nights She drinks her fill
well you can't dig me you can't dig nothin'. do you want the real thing, or are you just talkin'?
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Otis Redding
The CD and the accompanying DVD are an excellent, excellent way to start out a morning — and the extensive liner notes by Bill Dahl give a concise but incredibly informative picture of Otis Redding, his career, and his tragic death at the age of 26.
The collection of songs on the CD features a slew of Redding’s hits for Stax/Volt, including, of course, “(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay,” “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long (To Stop Now),” “Respect,” “Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa (Sad Song)” and “Mr. Pitiful,” among others.
The DVD has some overlapping songs, but seeing Redding perform from these shows in Oslo, Norway, 1967 and the Monterey Pop Festival in June of 1967 are great compliments to the audio disc.
The problem with this collection, though, is the fact that it doesn’t really provide anything new. The audio is not re-mastered and the video is relatively poor quality (good by 1967 standards, but poor in today’s day and age). Most, even cursory fans of Redding will already have most of this material in their collection, and while this CD gives a great Cliff Notes version of his career, it fails to provide real fans with anything new. Those who need to get educated on Redding could do so easily with this package, however, and hopefully a new generation will embrace this American master that we lost way too early.
— Brian F. Johnson
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talk about the real junk?
