Friday, December 7, 2018

I Love Frank Zappa...

How old was I when I first heard this... 18? 19?



What I do remember is laughing my ass off. And that the title was a spoof of Claude Debussy's "Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun" -- a composition I've always loved, and sounds absolutely nothing like Zapoa's.

Enjoy. Or not. I can't please everyone all the time...

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Someone once thought this was me...





Nope, not me. For one thing, I can't play the guitar. For a second thing, I'm right-handed -- this other Jim Yeager is a lefty. All the same, enjoy...

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Getting to this extremely late, and that just now -- but....

First, this extremely late whole Brett Kavanaugh thing. This is the United States. In this country, if you are accused of a crime, I don't give a rat's ass how heinous the accusations are, you are an innocent human being unless and until you are found guilty in a U.S. court of law. As an American citizen who gives a damn about this particular quaint notion, and, well, given the fact that Kavanaugh wasn't actually on trial for anything, I say he remains innocent.

But...

As a human being who's 1) been on the receiving end of abuse, physical and mental, from other human beings over his 48-plus years, 2) has never been comfortable with doing the same sort of harm to others that's been done to him, even on those occasions when he has done so, and for that reason, 3) knows exactly what the warning "beware of battling monsters lest you become one" means...

I think Brett Kavanaugh is guilty as sin. Dr. Ford, to me, looked and sounded the way I felt at certain points in my life when I wanted to just crawl into a dark space and be forgotten, if not die. As an American citizen who roots for democracy, I say he's innocent until proven guilty.

As a human being, I say Brett Kavanaugh is a load of shit.

And as for that just now...

There were suspicious packages meant for Bill and Hillary Clinton, Barack and Michelle Obama, George Soros, CNN, and others. They were explosive devices. Odd how only Democratic leaders were on those receiving ends.

Then again, Donald Trump has both a years-long and well-documented history of demonizing anyone and everyone who criticizes him. Again, I'm an American citizen, and Trump has the same right to free speech as the rest of us. Crooked Hillary, the Left Mob, Horseface Daniels -- yeah yeah, ha ha, ho ho, chuckle chuckle. He's so cute when he's ugly.

Here's the bitch of it all: Trump is on record saying the mainstream media is the enemy of the people.

You know who else said that? Mao Tse-tung. And another who else? Joseph Stalin. Two staunch-ass Communists that every single right-wing conservative in the United States of America worth their salt would have faced one-on-one in any dark alley on our Lord's blue-green orb before Donald Trump bitch-owned them the way Vladimir Putin's bitch-owned Trump for the most part lately.

Point being, I hate bullies.

If you are accused of being a bully, I'm inclined to hate you. It's in my history as well as my nature. But I step aside. Let the court decide.

I just hope for your sake, you're truly innocent. Imagine being a committed right-winger invoking the words of Mao to justify making America great again in full support of building a wall thirty years after their previous Great White Hopester, Ronald Reagan said, "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall."

Yeah, you dumbass troglodytes, I used Ronald Reagan against you. Wasn't hard -- unlike you, Reagan actually had a conscience.

Okay, I'm done. Still hate bullies?

Check...



Thursday, September 13, 2018

I find this amusing...

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Sorry.

Enjoy...

"Level Five"...


Because sometimes, the only way I can blow off steam without breaking some SOB's neck (or having some SOB break mine) is turning to my favorite band for a little bloodless satisfaction.

Call me unhinged. King Crimson helps to keep me off the ID channel -- not to mention the 11 o'clock news.

Enjoy...

Thursday, September 6, 2018

Thinking of Scott Weiland...


I recently turned 48. It occurred to me that Scott Weiland, frontman of Stone Temple Pilots, died when he was 48.

This is nothing new to me. When I turned 27, I thought of how Janis Joplin, Jim Morisson, and Jimi Hendrix died at 27. When I turned 30, I thought of how Jeff Buckley died at 30. When I turned 45, I thought of how Freddie Mercury died at 45. I could go on in this vein all day, believe me.

What makes me post this particular post is a matter of personal taste. I love STP's first three albums -- after that, they and I kind of drift away from each other. "Seven Caged Tigers" is the last track on their third album. First time I heard it, I thought, well, that's a strange way to end an album.

When I listen to it now? The last third of it sounds like a funeral dirge to me. Like Scott Weiland foresaw his own death, some
twenty years in advance.

I'm quite sure I'm reading way too much into this. All the same, this is one of a very few number of tunes that gives my spine a mildly unpleasant chill...



Thursday, August 2, 2018

Um... Just a song...



Occasionally, I spout a little Trump Derangement Syndrome stuff here and there. Can't help myself -- the Don is starting to make Lee Harvey Oswald look like John Kennedy, for frig's sake.

So, to try to preserve what's left of my bearings (rooted in part, as they are, in those bad old Cold War years when Reagan telling Gorbachev to tear down that wall), I tend to turn away from Right-wing Jackhole Inc.'s incessant sausage pretzel adverts and toward...

Music.

I'm mainly a classic rock guy. I'm also a swing and experimental jazz guy, an old-school country guy, a bleak-as-hell blues guy, a turn of the century impressionist guy, a Gen X grunge guy, a red white and blue folk guy, and easily the biggest King Crimson fan New England has ever produced.

But as a classic rock guy? This tune has one of the best riffs I've ever heard. I can listen to that all day.

Enjoy...

Friday, July 27, 2018

Been on an XTC kick lately...


Enjoy...

Notice...

Living in Nashua is okay.

If I had a million dollars and was required to spend the rest if my life in any New Hampshire town of my choice, I would pick Hollis.

If I ever get a ticket out of here...

Bye.

My 2 cents.

Bye.

Good Morning, America, How Are Ya...



I moved from Lowell to Richmond in 1998. The job I had at the time was rough enough, but the spot where the bus dropped me off was a mile and a half from my home.

All the same, I kind of enjoyed the walk. And for some reason, I occasionally started singing this song out loud on my way home.

I wasn't drunk, and I definitely wasn't high. I was just happy. Some born and bred New Englander, chip on shoulder, bug up ass, in a place like Richmond after dark... and happier than a Kodiak bear at a salmon buffet.

Enjoy...

Some XTC...



Enjoy...