During that brief, but sad, period when <a href="http://www.donewaiting.com/nyc/archives/002253.php">the Multi-Purpose Solution</a> wasn't making music, I spent some time booking shows at the now gone, but not forgotten, Jersey City rock venue, Uncle Joe's.
Tris McCall has posted his <a href="http://www.trismccall.net/pop_music_abstract_2005.htm">2005 Pop Music Abstract</a>.
"Do you want a ride to work?"<br>
"What?"<br>
"Are you going to Manhattan?"<br>
"Yeah."<br>
"Do you want a ride to work?"<br>
"What do you mean?"<br>
"I've got my car over there. I'm going to 58th Street, but you need four people in a car to be allowed to drive into the City. You wanna ride?"<br>
"Nah, man. You're a stranger. Good luck with that, though."
Some of these were banned, not because of what they showed, but because the censors had <I>really</I> filthy imaginations. Who would have ever guessed?
The best attack helicopter in the world, flown by the best pilots in the world, against the best handling sportscar in the world, driven by an idiot. Which handles better?
What's sauce for the goose . . . .
Is this the first step towards true AI?
Something to keep your heads warm when you're using that big block snowblower.
You can't buy 'em here, but they sure look sexy. "Full condenser-type three-way speaker system (76kg), with outboard crossovers (18kg)." Not too sensitive at 80dB/W/m, but rated at 35Hz–40kHz. "Open price."
"You know what I want for Christmas, mom."<br>
"What?"<br>
"I'm not asking you <i>if</i> you know; I'm telling you that you <i>do</i> know."<br>
"<i>What?</i>"<br>
"What do you mean, '<i>What</i>'?" You know, right?"<br>
"How would I know?"<br>
"Mom, you always know."<br>
"Not this year, Stephen. This year I don't know. Tell me."<br>
"I don't want to tell you. I want you to just know."<br>
"Stephen, I'm telling you: I. Don't. Know."<br>
"Yes, you do."<br>
"Stephen!"<br>
"Mom!"<br>
"Just tell me, boy."<br>
"Nope."<br>
"That's it."<br>
"What?"<br>
"You're getting socks."