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Released 40 years ago, one of the best post-punk albums, Hüsker Dü's "Zen Arcade".

I was talking When I should have been listening I didn't hear a word that anyone said It must not have been so very important 'Cause I was concerned about instead So what's going on, what's going on What's going on inside my head? What's going on, what's going on What's going on inside my head?

With big, hungry tigers table manners have no place (Dear dear dear no, dear dear dear no, dear dear oh dear no) After they have eaten you they never say their grace (Dear dear dear no, dear dear dear no, dear dear oh dear no) Hunting tigers can be ripping fun Like three blind mice, see the hunters run Hunting tigers out in India Out in, out in, out in India (yuh)

And you have fallen down, down from the heavens Stuck out in the desert Amazing grace, such a lonely place For heroes like you and me Fallen down, just like a shooting star With no fallen angel standing by To carry you away

Rasputina covering CCR's "Bad Moon Rising". As a YouTube comment says, "(Melora's) cello (...) sounds more sinister and more evil than any extreme metal band ever could!"

It is interesting to note that when James Cook was drafted, it was always mentioned that he was the younger brother of Dalvin Cook. Dalvin was the more distinguished player in college, but his career in the NFL is characterized by frequent changes of teams (IIRC, at the moment he is on the Cowboy's PS). When healthy, he seems to be a rather competent RB, but there has not been a single season where he was not injured.

Here they are live with Bob Welch (after Peter Green, before Buckingham/Nicks)

Take a last decision and the cars to move it Past information Tunnel vision and the scars to prove it Everybody got a reservation Far beyond the black horizon Beyond the things you know Everybody got a destination Everybody got a place to go Take a walk downtown to where the victims go Take your shadow to the end to the very last window Everybody got friends got shot upside and over Down the line Everybody got assignations I got mine

Walking on his highways We leave the land And float inside the dark, black water Robin flies again She flew low over the highways And I saw the wind Blowing back her barbie doll hair Robin flies again

Skip Spence played drums on "Jefferson Airplane Takes Off" and guitar with Moby Grape. Sadly, addiction and mental health problems cut his career short. From his solo album "Oar" (1969)...

Crazy cat peekin' through a lace bandanna Like a one-eyed cheshire, like a diamond-eye jack A leaf of all colors plays a golden-string fiddle To a double-e waterfall over my back China cat, china cat China cat, china cat China cat, china cat China cat, china cat

Another scorigami Bills 39 Pats 25

When I look up to the sky I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow I rush home to bed, I sunk my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning, tired, still yawning See your face come peeping through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you Images of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you

All-female group with short, catchy songs, and a violin: Goat Girl

I just noticed it and deleted my post. Thanks!

A brilliant audio/video mash-up: The Dave Brubeck Quartet plays "Golden Brown". And here are The Stranglers with the original.

Golden brown, texture like sun Lays me down, with my mind she runs Throughout the night No need to fight Never a frown with golden brown Every time just like the last On her ship tied to the mast To distant lands Takes both my hands Never a frown with golden brown

And here is John Cale with the ultimate version of "Heartbreak Hotel". It could not be more different from Elvis' interpretation.

I ain't just another soldier boy Just another soldier boy Looking for work Looking for work Looking for work My rifle is my friend My rifle is my friend I clean my rifle everyday I clean my rifle everyday That's why my rifle is my friend Ready for war, ready for war Ready for war, ready for war

These days I'm so slow All these thoughts and no where to go My aim used to be so true And my world had a place in it, darling just for you Oh I used to dream of oceans and streams Flowing and growing strong Where have all Those days gone

With every lie that I lived Part of me would fade Into this empty shadow I've become And now I feel so numb I no longer know myself But I still know you I call And there's no reply Like some phantom cry On ears too far away

If you do not insist on Polish heritage, comparable cherry liqueurs I like are Luxardo (Italian) and Heering (Danish). They are clearly better than the bargain brands (e.g. Jelinek).

More "white reggae" - The Slits in their 2005-2010 incarnation, featuring Ari Up (vocals), Tessa Pollitt (bass) and Holly Cook (keyboards). Ari Up died a year later from breast cancer. According to her stepfather, John Lydon (AKA Johnny Rotten), she refused chemotherapy because she did not want to lose her dreadlocks.

I thought the same, but then the comparison is pretty unfair. If you start at or close to the top, your slope will always be zero or negative. You can only have a large positive slope if you start at the bottom (what applies to Detroit).

Excuse my ignorance, but what please is "the slope of success"?