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Sunday, October 1, 2023
Sunday Music: That Girl Could Sing
Jackson Browne's almost-Top-Twenty ballad-to-rock hit from 1980, about the ultimate elusive woman, which was eventually (after her passing) revealed by Browne to have been inspired by one of his back-up singers.
Clyde the Glide always was my favorite. Working graveyards at the weapons station, pestering the poor DJ to play Rock Me on the Water again.
But Clyde backed the fem-fascists, the empowered homos, and the satanic Sandinistas plus the rest of the Prog Politburo. They're his new friends. Silver Lake is only a memory now and no, I ain't taking any woman with me when I go.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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5 comments:
Good album, but for some reason it just didn't gell for me as Running on Empty did. Last one of his albums I ever bought.
That's a new one for me. Thanks.
That was a really good album
Clyde the Glide always was my favorite. Working graveyards at the weapons station, pestering the poor DJ to play Rock Me on the Water again.
But Clyde backed the fem-fascists, the empowered homos, and the satanic Sandinistas plus the rest of the Prog Politburo. They're his new friends. Silver Lake is only a memory now and no, I ain't taking any woman with me when I go.
Good album!
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