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Don't Box Me In -- Kids and Animals Do the Darndest Things
No, but don't say it. As for that lady with the cardboard box, that absolutely takes the gold medal in the Stupidity Olympics. I hate to say it, but I feel the same way every time I hear about someone dying in a car crash and the reporter says, "The victim was not wearing a seat belt." For f***'s sake, how much brains does it take to know that that can save your life?— October 7, 2009 10:45 a.m.
The Beatles vs. Dr. Dre
And as a letter writer to _Creem_ once pointed out, "Where do you think John Cale copped that organ solo in [the Velvet Underpants'] 'Sister Ray'? 'I'm a Believer,' you betcha."— October 7, 2009 3:25 a.m.
The Beatles vs. Dr. Dre
And of course the Monkees had a lot of great songs. Don Kirshner roped in some of the best songwriters around: Nilsson, Boyce and Hart, Neil Diamond, and Goffin and King. And Mike Nesmith wasn't bad at all. Speaking of "(I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone," according to the late Greg Shaw, that song was originally recorded by the W.C. Fields Memorial Electric String Band -- a wicked, tripped-out version too, though my favorite is the totally lysergic version by the English group the Flies...intensely trippy, man. And I once had to inform an otherwise knowledgeable friend of mine that the Sex Pistols were *not* the first group to record that song.— October 7, 2009 2:45 a.m.
The Beatles vs. Dr. Dre
(#4) That is so, so often the case, Josh. Often when someone claims to hate some song or other (e.g., "The Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats), when I pin them down, TO A PERSON they admit that they didn't actually hate it at first, they just got sick of it. I too have a little trouble understanding anyone under 60 really, honestly, truly hating the Beatles.— October 7, 2009 2:29 a.m.
Johnny Law
If you'd only discovered writing or punk rock or something healthy.— October 6, 2009 11:56 a.m.
40 is the New...
Happy day after your birthday, Josh. I didn't know nothin' about it.— October 6, 2009 12:43 a.m.
The Fetishist
(#33) "are you sure of that? de Sade wanted his stuff out there--was it because he was locked up when he wrote it?" Exactly. He wrote it on one long scroll when he was locked up in the Bastille. He hid it in a cubbyhole in the cell, and it wasn't discovered until the 20th Century. I read it and saw things like a guy trying to have sex with a statue and thought, "Oh, come on, de Sade. You can't possibly expect me to believe that!" Then I read _Psychopathia Sexualis,_ and there was the very same thing. And it was published before the manuscript to _The 120 Days_ was discovered in the cubbyhole. Best album title ever: _Civilization and Its Discotheques_ by the Fibonaccis.— October 6, 2009 12:23 a.m.
The Fetishist
(#34) Yeah, it's good, cheap therapy, ain't it, Pete. And it's also the lazy man's way to journal; sure beats handwritten journal entries. Just print 'em and paste 'em, if you want to do it that way. And it brings about self-knowledge and self-understanding that you only understand through doing it.— October 6, 2009 12:09 a.m.
The Fetishist
Or do as I did: read _The 120 Days_ and follow it with _Psychopathia Sexualis._ What's amazing is that Krafft-Ebing corroborates de Sade's material, yet the manuscript for _The 120 Days_ wasn't discovered until AFTER the publication of _Psychopathia._— October 5, 2009 2:20 p.m.
The Fetishist
(#28) Or _The 120 Days of Sodom._— October 5, 2009 12:38 p.m.