In America, it is the last Monday of May, thus Memorial Day, a national holiday honoring those who have died while in military service. But, to a civilian like me, it means no mail delivery and annoying illegal unorganized fireworks, and to a quarantined civilian like me, it means Wednesday.
And now, a mash up.
Congratulations to Stevie Nicks for being inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a solo artist. Also, much props for having cocaine blown up your butt with a straw. If that ain’t a gypsy woman, I don’t know what is.
Now, a mash up.
I am not sure when this happened, but it’s troubling. Bob Marley has become the Jimmy Buffett of reggae. Sadly, it has nothing to do with the music, it has everything to do with the fans.
He closed his eyes, grabbed the mic stand, dipping it, and crooned into the mic, his deep baritone boomed, “I’m not your mother, son. I’m just a cumberbund.” He wanted to stop, but as the adage goes, the show must go on, if’n you want to get paid. Fifteen years ago, he wrote this song on a dare, and it went on to become a huge hit. He still had payments on his second Mercedes, the ex-wife, not the car, so he continued to sing. The part of the crowd who cared, cheered as if their lives depended on it. The other 97% went on with their lives, staring dumbly at their phones.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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