Of course, The Rutles were Beatles' impersonators. The were The Beatles of Beatles' Impersonators.
Contrary to what you'd think from the following video, their songs were seldom written to sound like parodies of specific individual Beatles songs. Their leader, the great Neil Innes, actually recycled several songs he had written for projects years earlier, with no original intention of emulating The Beatles. The modus operandi was to arrange and produce the songs in an accurate parody of The Beatles' records.
'Piggie In the Middle' and "Get Up And Go' (like 'Get Back') however, were too close!
The Dukes of Stratosphear -- Mole from the Ministry (1985)
Of course, this is actually the British pop group XTC getting psychedelic. Like The Rutles, none of their other songs sound this much like another song, as far as I know.
In 1976, the rumor spread that this anonymous band were actually The Beatles. The rumor seemed to be a suspiciously useful way to promote Klaatus' lackluster record sales. They were actually three Canadian studio musicians. They don't really sound like The Beatles -- just Beatles inspired. This song is an exception -- starting off like a good mid-70s Wings track and ending all too much like The Beatles' 'All Too Much'. Another of their songs fades out like 'I Am the Walrus', but it takes something like seven minutes to get to it!
The Residents -- Beyond the Valley of A Day in the Life (1977)
Another anonymous band once rumored to be the fab four. These guys sound NOTHING like 'em! Probably the person who made up the rumor assumed that only a band with connections to The Beatles could so openly repurpose their material without getting sued out of existence!
Here is the cover of their debut album from 1974;
It would seem almost indecent to utilize all the following 'samples' with NO permission to do so, but that's exactly what The Residents did. Recently, The Residents' spokesman Homer Flynn marveled that, after much sampling of famous artists and utilizing frequent quotes from other compositions, (for 47 years and counting!) The Residents have never been sued -- an indicator that The Residents' 'victims' might actually choose to 'look the other way' out of respect for The Residents' as artists.
Alice Bradley Sheldon (born Alice Hastings Bradley; August 24, 1915
– May 19, 1987) was an Americanscience fiction author better known
as James Tiptree Jr., a pen name she used from 1967 to her death.
It was not publicly known until 1977 that James Tiptree Jr. was a woman. From
1974 to 1977 she also used the pen name Raccoona Sheldon. Sheldon
was inducted by the Science Fiction Hall of Fame in
2012.[2]
Alice came from a family in the intellectual enclave of Hyde Park, a
university neighborhood in Chicago.[3] Her father was Herbert Edwin Bradley,
a lawyer and naturalist, and her mother was Mary Hastings Bradley,
a prolific writer of fiction and travel books.[4] From an early age Alice traveled with her parents, and in
1921–22, the Bradleys made their first trip to central Africa, which later contributed to
Sheldon's short story, "The Women Men Don't See." During these trips,
she played the role of the "perfect daughter, willing to be carried across
Africa like a parcel, always neatly dressed and well behaved, a credit to her
mother."[4]
Between trips to Africa, Alice attended school in Chicago. At
the age of ten, she went to the University of Chicago Laboratory
Schools, which was an experimental teaching workshop with small
classes and loose structure. When she was fourteen, she was sent to finishing school in Lausanne in Switzerland, before returning to the US to
attend boarding school in Tarrytown in New York. Later on, she became a graphic
artist, a painter, and—under the name "Alice Bradley Davey"[5]—an art critic for the Chicago Sun between 1941 and 1942.
Alice was encouraged by her mother to seek a career, but her
mother also hoped that she would get married and settle down.[4] In 1934, at age 19, she met William (Bill) Davey and eloped to marry him.[4][6] She dropped out of Sarah Lawrence
College, which did not allow married students to attend. They moved
to Berkeley, California,
where they took classes and Bill encouraged her to pursue art.[4] The marriage was not a success; he was an alcoholic and irresponsible with money
and she disliked keeping house.[4] The couple divorced in 1940.[4]
After the divorce, she joined the Women's Army Auxiliary
Corps where she became a supply officer.[4] In 1942 she joined the United States
Army Air Forces and worked in the Army Air Forces
photo-intelligence group. She later was promoted to major, a high rank for
women at the time. In the army, she "felt she was among free women for the
first time." As an intelligence officer, she became an expert in reading
aerial intelligence photographs.[6]
In 1945, at the close of the war, while she was on assignment in
Paris, she married her second husband, Huntington D. Sheldon,
known as "Ting." She was discharged from the military in 1946, at
which time she set up a small business in partnership with her
husband. The same year her first story ("The Lucky Ones") was
published in the November 16, 1946 issue of The New Yorker, and credited to
"Alice Bradley" in the magazine. In 1952 she and her husband were
invited to join the CIA, which she accepted. At the CIA, she
worked as an intelligence officer, but she did not enjoy the work.[6] She resigned her position in 1955 and returned to college.
She studied for her bachelor of arts degree at American University (1957–1959),
going on to achieve a doctorate at George
Washington University in Experimental Psychology in
1967. She wrote her doctoral dissertation on the responses of animals
to novel stimuli in differing environments. During this time, she wrote and
submitted a few science fiction stories under the name James Tiptree Jr., in
order to protect her academic reputation.[7]
In her personal life, Alice had a complex sexual orientation,
and she described her sexuality in different terms over many years. This
statement, for example, is how she explained it at one point: "I like some
men a lot, but from the start, before I knew anything, it was always girls and
women who lit me up."[8][9]
Alice began illustrating when she was nine years old,
contributing to her mother's book, Alice in Elephantland, a
children's book about the family's second trip to Africa, appearing in it as
herself.[10] She later had an exhibit of her drawings of Africa at the
Chicago Gallery, arranged by her parents.[11] Although she illustrated several of her mother's books,
she only sold one illustration during her lifetime, in 1931, to The New Yorker, with help from Harold Ober, a New York agent who worked with
her mother. The illustration, of a horse rearing and throwing off its rider,
sold for ten dollars.[12]
In 1936, Alice participated in a group show at the Art Institute of
Chicago, to which she had connections through her family, featuring
new American work. This was an important step forward for her painting career.
During this time she also took private art lessons from John Sloan. Alice disliked prudery in
painting. While examining an anatomy book for an art class, she noticed that
the genitals were blurred, so she restored the genitals of the figures with a
pencil.[13]
In 1939, Alice's nude self-portrait titled Portrait in
the Country was accepted for the "All-American" biennial
show at the Corcoran Gallery in
Washington D.C., where it was displayed for six weeks. While these two shows
were considered big breaks, she disparaged these accomplishments, saying that
"only second rate painters sold" and she preferred to keep her works
at home.[14]
By 1940, Alice felt she had mastered all the techniques she
needed and was ready to choose her subject matter. However, she began to doubt
whether she should paint. She kept working at her painting techniques,
fascinated with the questions of form, and read books on aesthetics in order to
know what scientifically made a painting "good."[15] She stopped painting in 1941. As she was in need of a way to
support herself, her parents helped her find a job as an art critic for
the Chicago Sun after
it launched in 1941. Newly divorced, she started going by the name Alice
Bradley Davey as a journalist, a job she held until she enlisted for the army
in 1942.[5]
Bradley discovered science fiction in 1924, when she read
her first issue of Weird Tales, but
she wouldn't write any herself until years later.[16] Unsure what to do with her new degrees and her new/old
careers, Sheldon began to write science fiction. She adopted the pseudonym of James Tiptree Jr. in 1967.
The name "Tiptree" came from a branded jar of marmalade, and the
"Jr." was her husband's idea. In an interview, she said: "A male
name seemed like good camouflage. I had the feeling that a man would slip by
less observed. I've had too many experiences in my life of being the first
woman in some damned occupation."[17][18] She also made the choice to start writing science fiction
she, herself, was interested in and "was surprised to find that her
stories were immediately accepted for publication and quickly became
popular."[6]
Her first published short story was "Birth of a
Salesman" in the March 1968 issue of Analog
Science Fact & Fiction, edited by John W. Campbell. Three more followed that
year in If and Fantastic.[1] Other pen names that she used included "Alice
Hastings Bradley", "Major Alice Davey", "Alli B. Sheldon",
"Dr. Alice B. Sheldon", and "Raccoona Sheldon".
Writing under the pseudonym Raccoona, she was not very
successful getting published until her other alter ego, Tiptree, wrote to
publishers to intervene.[19]
The pseudonym was successfully maintained until late 1977,[19] partly because, although "Tiptree" was widely
known to be a pseudonym, it was generally understood that its use was intended
to protect the professional reputation of an intelligence community official.
Readers, editors and correspondents were permitted to assume gender, and
generally, but not invariably, they assumed "male". There was
speculation, based partially on the themes in her stories, that Tiptree might
be female. Robert Silverberg wrote:
"It has been suggested that Tiptree is female, a theory that I find
absurd, for there is to me something ineluctably masculine about Tiptree's
writing".[20] Silverberg also compared Tiptree's writing to Ernest Hemingway, and in fact, found Tiptree
to be "superior in masculinity".[21]
"Tiptree" never made any public appearances, but she
did correspond regularly with fans and other science fiction authors through
the mail. When asked for biographical details, Tiptree/Sheldon was forthcoming
in everything but her gender. According to her biographer, Julie Phillips,
"No one had ever seen or spoken to the owner of this voice. He wrote
letters, warm, frank, funny letters, to other writers, editors, and science
fiction fans". In her letters to fellow writers such as Ursula K. Le Guin and Joanna Russ, she would present herself as a
feminist man; however, Sheldon did not present herself as male in person.
Writing was a way to escape a male-dominated society, themes Tiptree explored
in the short stories later collected in Her Smoke Rose Up Forever.
One story in particular offers an excellent illustration of these themes.
"Houston,
Houston, Do You Read?" follows a group of astronauts who
discover a future Earth whose male population has been wiped out; the remaining
females have learned to get along just fine in their absence.
In 1976, "Tiptree" mentioned in a letter that
"his" mother, also a writer, had died in Chicago—details that led inquiring fans to
find the obituary, with its reference to Alice Sheldon;
soon all was revealed. Once the initial shock was over, Sheldon wrote to Le
Guin, one of her closest friends, confessing her identity. She wrote, "I
never wrote you anything but the exact truth, there was no calculation or
intent to deceive, other than the signature which over 8 years became just
another nickname; everything else is just plain me. The thing is, I am a
61-year-old woman named Alice Sheldon — nickname Alli – solitary by nature but
married for 37 years to a very nice man considerably older [Huntington was 12
years her senior], who doesn't read my stuff but is glad I like writing".[22]
After Sheldon's identity was revealed, several prominent science
fiction writers suffered some embarrassment. Robert Silverberg had written an
introduction to Warm Worlds and
Otherwise arguing, from the evidence of stories in that
collection, that Tiptree could not possibly be a woman. Harlan Ellison had introduced Tiptree's
story in the anthology Again, Dangerous
Visions with the opinion that "[Kate] Wilhelm is the woman to beat this year,
but Tiptree is the man".[citation needed]
Only then did she complete her first full-length novel, Up the Walls of
the World (Berkley Books, 1978), which was a Doubleday
Science Fiction Book Club selection.[1] Before that she had worked on and built a reputation only in
the field of short stories.
Tiptree/Sheldon was an eclectic writer who worked in a variety
of styles and subgenres, often combining the technological focus and hard-edged
style of "hard"
science fiction with the sociological and psychological concerns of "soft"
SF, along with some of the stylistic experimentation of the New Wave movement.[citation needed]
After writing several stories in more conventional modes, she
produced her first work to draw widespread acclaim, "The Last Flight of
Doctor Ain", in 1969. One of her shortest stories, "Ain" is a
sympathetic portrait of a scientist whose concern for Earth's ecological
suffering leads him to destroy the entire human race.[citation needed]
Many of her stories have a milieu reminiscent of the space opera and pulp tales she read in her youth, but
typically with a much darker tone: the cosmic journeys of her characters are
often linked to a drastic spiritual alienation, and/or a transcendent
experience which brings fulfillment but also death. John Clute, noting Tiptree's
"inconsolable complexities of vision", concluded that "It is
very rarely that a James Tiptree story does not both deal directly with death
and end with a death of the spirit, or of all hope, or of the race".
Notable stories of this type include "Painwise", in which a space
explorer has been altered to be immune to pain but finds such an existence
intolerable, and "A Momentary
Taste of Being", in which the true purpose of humanity, found
on a distant planet, renders individual human life entirely pointless.[citation needed]
Another major theme in Tiptree/Sheldon's work is the tension
between free will and biological
determinism, or reason and sexual desire. "Love Is
the Plan the Plan Is Death", one of the rare SF stories in
which no humans appear, describes an alien creature's romantic rationalizations
for the brutal instincts that drive its life cycle. "The Screwfly Solution"
suggests that humans might similarly rationalize a plague of murderous sexual
insanity. Sex in Tiptree's writing is frankly portrayed, a sometimes playful
but more often threatening force.[citation needed]
Before the revelation of Sheldon's identity, Tiptree was often
referred to as an unusually macho male (see, e.g., Robert Silverberg's
commentaries) as well as an unusually feminist science fiction writer (for a
male)—particularly for "The Women Men Don't
See", a story of two women who go looking for aliens to escape
from male-dominated society on Earth. However, Sheldon's view of sexual
politics could be ambiguous, as in the ending of "Houston,
Houston, Do You Read?", where a society of female clones must
deal with three time-traveling male astronauts.[citation needed]
A constant theme in Sheldon's work is feminism. In "The
Women Men Don't See" Sheldon gives the tale a unique feminist spin by
making the narrator, Don Fenton, a male. Fenton judges the Parsons, the mother
and daughter who are searching for alien life, based on their attractiveness
and is agitated when they do not "fulfill stereotypical female
roles", according to Anne Cranny-Francis.[23] In addition, Fenton's inability to understand both the
plight of woman and Ruth Parsons' feelings of alienation further illustrate the
differences of men and women in society. The theme of feminism is emphasized by
"the feminist ideology espoused by Ruth Parsons and the contrasting sexism
of Fenton".[23] The title of the short story itself reflects the idea that
women are invisible during Sheldon's time. As Francis states, "'The Women
Men Don't See' is an outstanding example … of the subversive use of genre
fiction to produce an unconventional discursive position, the feminist
subject".[23]
Sheldon's two novels, produced toward the end of her career,
were not as critically well-received as her best-known stories but continued to
explore similar themes. Some of her best-regarded work[citation needed] can be found in the collection Her Smoke Rose Up
Forever, available in paperback through Tachyon Publications as
of 2004.
Sheldon continued writing under the Tiptree pen name for another
decade. In the last years of her life she suffered from depression and heart
trouble, while her husband began to lose his eyesight, becoming almost
completely blind in 1986.[24] In 1976, then 61-year-old Sheldon wrote Silverberg
expressing her desire to end her own life while she was still able-bodied and
active, but saying that she was reluctant to act upon this intention, as she
didn't want to leave her husband behind and couldn't bring herself to kill him.[25] Later she suggested to her husband that they make a
suicide pact when their health began to fail. On July 21, 1977, she wrote in
her diary: “Ting agreed to consider suicide in 4–5 years.”[26]
Ten years later, on May 19, 1987, Sheldon shot her husband and
then herself; she telephoned her attorney after the first shooting to announce
her actions. They were found dead, hand-in-hand in bed, in their Virginia home.[27] According to biographer Julie Phillips, the suicide note Sheldon left
was written in September 1979 and saved until needed.[28] Although the circumstances surrounding the Sheldons'
deaths are not clear enough to rule out murder-suicide, testimony of those
closest to them suggests a suicide pact.[29]
The James Tiptree Jr.
Award, honoring works of science fiction or fantasy that expand or
explore our understanding of gender, was named in her honor. The award-winning
science fiction authors Karen Joy Fowler and Pat Murphy created
the award in February 1991.[30] Works of fiction such as Half Life by Shelley Jackson and Light by M. John Harrison have received the award.
Due to controversy over the circumstances of her and her husband's deaths, the
name of the award was changed to the Otherwise Award in 2019.[31]
Satirical
Comics aren’t dead – they just smell like they are.How many other graphic
novels can you say the following about?; IT IS FUN, IT IS REALLY FUNNY, it's
satire, it's bawdy, it's absurdist, it's social commentary, it's wacky. Fun For
American Boys is a satire of patriotic, youth–targeted publications from our
politically incorrect, far from all-inclusive past. It consists of lots of
short, satirical comic book stories that gradually coalesce into an epic,
multi-layered parody of adventure stories. You don’t have to be an American, or
a boy, but YOU WILL HAVE FUN ! (And that’s an order. If you don’t, you’re no
patriot.)
At the Republican Convention they have literally made a golden idol of Trump!
If a satirist made this up, you'd say he was being too obvious.
Of course The Republican religion is known for being heavy on devout CHRISTIANS. Apparently they have never heard the 'Thou shalt not worship false idols' thing, symbolized by the perverted worshipping of a golden idol. I don't really know The Bible, but at least I see the movie "The Ten Commandments" on national TV every Easter for the past 57 years! In the movie it is depicted very clearly as sickeningly wrong headed and perverted. Apparently you can worship a false idol all you want if you are a Republican Christian.
As a "radical liberal", I am a dumb person with no common sense, so this strikes me as grotesque hypocrisy and as reflecting an utter lack of self-awareness on the part of Republicans.
Hypocrisy and cluelessness in the Republican Party? Hey -- first time for everything, right?
I try to stay away from politics here. I promise I am probably even more sick of political snarkiness than you are -- but GEEZ! Gimme a friggin' break -- they walked right into this one!
I got an e-mail from Office Depot today, titled, "'Tis the Season for Comfortable Seating." I reflected on it for a few moments and was really moved by it.
I had a bit of a revelation:
That's all well and good, but shouldn't we really live EVERY DAY as if it were in the season for comfortable seating?
I'm as guilty as anyone. We need to ask ourselves, "How many times have I had a friend or loved one over to the house, and out of convenience or simple thoughtlessness, rather than invite them to have a seat on the couch or La-Z-boy, we ask them to sit on a big pile of gravel? Yet, if it had been December 24th or 25th, we would have done things differently.
Here are two funny things I always remember from when I was a kid. I didn't know
the sketch involved David Lander. I loved the song when I was a kid. So much so,
that when it was shown on the summer rerun I taped it on my little cassette
recorder and listened to it over and over. Eventually Lenny & the Squigtones had
their own album, (Laverne & Shirley had an album too!) but the studio recording
lacked the wackiness of the live arrangement.
First, let me say I don't care that Roseanne Barr & Paula Dean are banned from television. Personally I find them both obnoxious.
TV networks are businesses, and if someone is not good for their image the network can do whatever it wants. After what they said, they deserved to be fired.
But Larry Wilmore called Barrack Obama -- MY PRESIDENT -- to his face -- the N word. (Actually "Ni**a".) Now he is allowed to have his own show streaming on Peacock. WHY?
This is a picture of John Fogerty in 1967, when he was in the Army Reserves.
I would like to know Bethany Reichel's hat size. I would like to know how someone gets a head that big (and that brainless) all the way up her own ass.
How do these people become professional critics?
She 'writes' for something called "New Arena". They have one of those internet pop-ups that leads you through, say 25 screens, listing something. In this case, it is the 25 most over-rated bands of all time.
One of them is Creedence Clearwater Revival. She's entitled to her opinion. If she doesn't like them, I don't care.
However, here's what she writes;
There are some bands that you just kind of don’t like, and there are bands that you absolutely cannot stand. Creedence Clearwater Revival falls on the extreme end of the second category for me. Let’s start with the obvious: John Fogerty’s horrific screech of a voice. For the life of me, I can’t see how anyone thinks this guy has a great voice. Then there’s their barely disguised anti-war politics that they seemed to slip into nearly every song of theirs. The biggest problem I have with CCR and their fans is that people try to lump them into the Southern Rock genre. They were from California. On countless occasions, Fogerty tried to fool us singing about riverboats and the bayou.
What's wrong with being against people killing each other -- and killing them at the insistence of our government? Would she prefer he had written PRO-WAR songs?
Per Mr. Fogerty;
I was in the service during the Vietnam era. It was a very volatile time in America. The war was very unpopular with young people. And I have to admit, I was one of those young people protesting the war. I would do it again if there's another one like that.
As a very young person, I was right in the crosshairs, you might say, and I eventually got my draft notice, just like so many other folks. It actually says, just like in the movies, "Greetings from the President of the United States." I managed to get into an Army Reserve unit after receiving my draft notice and served my time.
Of course, there were other things I wanted to do, but we all have a duty and, if it's our time, then that's what we've got to do. I went through that like millions of other guys and then sadly watched the poor treatment of our veterans coming home, particularly from the Vietnam War.
That really upset me. I knew how all those guys felt because I've at least been drafted and was in the military even though I didn't go to the jungle. Most of the people, I dare say, they could've chosen something else. They wanted to do far more than be in a jungle in Vietnam.
It just seemed like we shamefully turned our backs on veterans. And that's when I started to get my hackles up, I guess. I said, "Now wait a minute." After my own service, when the war was still going, I would talk to other young people who were protesting and say, "You're looking at that soldier over there. Don't you realize he's 19? He's just like you. He likes the same stuff. He likes the music; he likes your clothes. He likes the radio station and the movies and TV shows. He's just like you. It's just that he got drafted and so we asked him to do that or else we'll put him in jail."
If you're going to protest, then protest to the people who are waging the war, not the people that are having to fight the war. I still feel that way. So it gave me a different perspective than some of my non-military friends.
I didn't start out in life to be a special charity guy or a do-gooder or anything. I just had certain feelings, especially having gone through the Vietnam era and watching the inadequate way our veterans were treated. Over time, I realized that this was something that was close to my heart. It was something I wanted to do something about.
So I contributed here and there and played at benefits and stuff like that. You get going on something like this, and it becomes easier and easier. You're trying to talk other people into seeing how easy this is. It's a cause that needs a lot of work, and here's a way you can help.
Finally, Fogerty has not tried to fool anyone about his origins. In the late 1960's being Californian was a much more respected pedigree than being from the south. A list of a few California artistes just off the top of my head; The Doors. Janice Joplin, Frank Zappa, the Byrds, Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead, Beach Boys, The Turtles, Love, the list goes on and on.
Bethany, since you are obviously not very knowledgeable about musical history, maybe you should quit writing rock criticism. You could always take up writing pro-war songs and songs that insult the integrity of our veterans.
I went for my walk today.
I saw;
a guy out on the lake in his boat fishing
a pair of goldfinches
two baby bunnies
a cardinal
Later, at home, I looked up from my computer, looked out the window and saw a hummingbird.
Where I live I always see lots of deer and barn swallows.
I don't care if it sounds corny -- It's a wonderful little gift to see these little creatures. I would feel sorry for anyone 'too cool' to appreciate such things.
Question;
I would assume barn swallows have been around since before barns. What were they called back then? Before their was architecture where did they nest?
I got a Facebook message from an old high school friend of mine. It requested that everyone who friends him should respond that they are going to do the right thing and "vote for Trump again this election." Assuming we all voted for Trump last election?
My response;"Please don't send me political messages. Thanks."
My real reaction;
You are one of two types of people --
A) A person who somehow has NO KNOWLEDGE of ANYTHING President Trump has done over the last four years.
OR
B) A person who somehow believes that there is a major left wing conspiracy lying about everything Trump has done to misrepresent Trump and destroy him.
There is a significant REPUBLICAN MOVEMENT to tell the TRUTH about Trump, so he will not get re-elected.
The Lincoln Project is a Republican organization running national anti-Trump ads as negative as any Democratic campaign has ever been. (Watch them on You-Tube)
Michael Steele, former Republican National Committee chairman wants you to vote for Biden
Nicole Wallace, former Communications Director for George W. Bush wants you to vote for Biden
Steve Schmidt, political campaign strategist for John McCain and Sarah Palin wants you to vote for Biden.
Do you honestly believe they are all part of a LEFTIST conspiracy?
One more thing -- To you devout Christians who support Trump because he is anti-abortion. If he had gotten that porn performer pregnant, do you believe she wouldn't have had an abortion? Do you believe she and Trump would have gotten married and raised the child in a good Christian home? Are you insane?
Believe it or not, I Am On the cover of a Monkees album! I'm pictured right next to my favorite Monkee, Mike Nesmith -- just look under Mike's elbow -- that bald headed person is me!
Colin was the lead singer of the legendary British Invasion band The Zombies. Although I never heard his rendition of this song until the early 90's (I got it in a Best of Stiff Records box set), this video sure brings back memories of my college days. Enjoy.
The other day I was watching 'The Partridge Family'. The plot was that Keith needed $2 to go on a date, so he borrowed it from Danny and became his indentured slave servant for the rest of the episode. Eventually, Shirley made what was treated as an obvious suggestion -- "Why don't you do what teenagers do? GET A JOB!" Of course, this lead to Keith comically fouling up a series of jobs like plumbing, door to door sales and housecleaning.
Why has this never occurred to me before? When Shirley asked, "Why don't you do what teenagers do? GET A JOB!" He should have said, "I have a job! I wrote our hit! I wrote our first album and now I'm writing our second album! We do a live concert every week! I'm our lead singer! I'm one of the major male sex symbols of the decade and it's only 1972! Dammit, I'm going over to Ruben Kinkaid's place and demand my two dollars!
Hey, I'm always cutting edge -- what will I riff on next time? Larry Storch? ' Love American Style'? The awfulness of Elvis Presley movies? Stay tuned! And BUY my Kozmo of the Cosmos book at Amazon.com. Just search Kronlage!
