I’m Not The Only One

As I got in my car earlier today, another car pulled in and was blasting a song out the window. That’s a weird song to be playing in such a celebratory way, I thought. “Right Time of the Night” by Jennifer Warnes? I wondered if that guy was listening to it, too.

I cranked up my trusty Chevy Malibu and, sure enough: My radio was also playing proclaiming it the right time of the night for making love. Channel 7 on Sirius/XM. Every Saturday. American Top 40 with the now disembodied voice of Casey Kasem. So there are at least two of us in Rochester.

Where I was at the time was quite novel for these times. This was my first visit to a wreaka stow since the Trump Virus hit. Since I’m fully vaccinated, I thought, let’s go. I left with only two CDs, The Interrupters’ Say It Out Loud, which sounds like the best parts of any Rancid record with a kickass chick lead singer (it is produced by Tim Armstrong), and Ska Au Go Go by Neville Staple, which may just be a weird remix set. I didn’t intend to go on a ska spree, but there you go.

Oh, and I found Q. It turns out he’s a dancing man.

March 24, 1984

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us — in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club

Saturday, Porth the Glog

Today might be a good day to watch The Godfather. I’ve been wanting to watch it lately. Of course, if I were to watch it, I’d have to watch The Godfather II because, to me, the whole entire point of watching the first one is to get set up to watch the second one. Problematic to that is that TCM has In the Heat of the Night at 6 p.m., and there’s some silly sportsball thing on the TV at 8:15 p.m. So there may be plenty to stream into my brain this weekend. There’s always that book thing I’ve been working on reading.

There is likely a BJs trip in my future, I thought it might be today, but I get to the weekend and am usually in a mood to stay in, provided my store of victuals will hold. Then I figure oh, maybe some morning next week, and then those come and I end up wanting to sleep in to make sure I am rested for the work-job. Lazy times, these pandemic days, and that is okay with me.

Prelude To The Afternoon Of A Sexually Aroused Gas Mask



On December 4, 1993, Frank Zappa, the then-present-day composer, stopped refusing to die. Thus began the observation of BUMMERNACHT, the first day of the 17-day-long observance we call Zappadan.

It’s been a challenging year.

Is there a Zappa song I think meet the challenges of the new normal? Yes. This one

And maybe this one

May you live in interesting times.

But enough of my yakkin’. What do ya say? Let’s boogie!