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Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings Dallas, got a soft machine Houston, too close to New Orleans New York got the ways and means But just won't let you be

RIP. In concerts, to me Phil Lesh always appeared as the "normal guy" who had by accident run into a group of hippies.

We are driving on the Autobahn In front of us is a wide valley The sun is shining with glittering rays The driving strip is a grey track White stripes, green edge We are switching the radio on From the speaker it sounds: We are driving on the Autobahn

Kevin Ayers - he could write such beautiful melodies. Here is "Lady Rachel".

I like variety. My Cousin Vinny Duck Soup (Marx Brothers) Stop Making Sense The Bridge on the River Kwai Speed

Here is the gas price development since 1990...

Here in Lubbock we are now below $2.50 per gallon.

One of the funniest songs I know. Pink Floyd's Nick Mason does a bit of drumming and producing, and lends his name to the whole project (Nick Mason's Fictitious Sports). However, the song's masterminds are the composer/lyricist/pianist, the late Carla Bley, and Robert Wyatt (ex-Soft Machine) on vocals.

And then one night I was standing Looking at the stars And I heard something that sounded like A hundred space guitars The music was so weird it could have Been the theme from Jaws Then I saw something flying over my head I thought it was Santa Claus But I was wrong I was wrong I was real wrong I was wrong All along I was so wrong

D'Brickashaw Ferguson While the first name itself is not different from 1000s of others, the history is interesting. His mother was big fan of "The Thorn Birds" (the 1977 McCollough novel and/or the 1983 TV miniseries) where the central character is named Ralph de Bricassart. Well, if you mash this up a bit "de Bricassart" becomes "D'Brickashaw".

College football - Texas Tech (20 years ago) Loliki Bongo-Wanga

… What a drag it is getting old … "Kids are different today, " I hear every mother say Mother needs something today to calm her down And though she's not really ill, there's a little yellow pill She goes running for the shelter of her mother's little helper And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day

Riding down the river in an old canoe A bunch of bugs and an old tennis shoe Out of the river all ugly and green The biggest old alligator that I've ever seen Teeth big and pointed and his eyes were bugging out Contact the union, put the beggars to route Screaming and yelling and licking his chops He never runs he just stumbles and hops Just out of prison on six dollars bail Mumbling at ***** and wagging his tail

Couple of shirts. I liked them very much, but they ended up at Goodwill when cancer/chemotherapy reduced my size from XXXXL to XL/XXL. Other than that, just underpants. Their waistband wears out pretty quickly.

I assume that most of you have never heard of the Monks of Doom, a split-off from Camper Van Beethoven. Here is a clip of the MoD covering a song by Fotheringay, John the Gun.

I love CW Stoneking. When I first heard his version of Seven Nation Army, I was convinced that he was an older Black artist. Man, was I wrong...

The Cardiacs, fronted by the underappreciated genius Tim Smith (1961-2020).

The NFL and the NFLPA do not agree with your diagnosis, "Doctor" Repulsif. https://www.espn.com/nfl/story/_/id/41740543/nfl-nflpa-bills-allen-was-properly-evaluated-concussion

Next Wednesday David Byrne will visit Texas Tech to moderate a discussion about wind power. Well, I do not expect him to sing "Psycho Killer" or "Life During Wartime". Still, I am very much looking forward to see and experience him in person.

A worried man with a worried mind No one in front of me and nothing behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassin's eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train Standing on the gallows with my head in a noose Any minute now I'm expecting all hell to break loose People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range I used to care, but things have changed This place ain't doing me any good I'm in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood

Among the European music scene, the French had always been most into prog/psychodelia (remember Gong?). Thus, it should be no surprise that you can find several full-length concerts by Austin's finest, The Black Angels, on clips from French TV programs. Here is a newer example. Enjoy!

On the main, football-related board is a very heated discussion if Josh Allen was concussed after hitting his head on the turf in the Houston game. If you would show me clips of a) Allen in his post-game interviews, and b) Trump's speech at one of his recent rallies, and ask me which one of them just took a hard blow to his head, I would have easily picked the wrong one. To be fair to both sides, Allen appeared also way more lucid than Biden.

You know you ain't bad looking I like the way you hold your drinks Come home with me, honey I ain't asking for no full length mink Hey, where you going Don't go yet Your glass ain't empty and we just met You're mean when your loaded I was raised on robbery

It is actually denosumab, a monoclonal antibody with similar purpose as biphosphonate.

I like the old black-and-white movies where the horror is not gore, but more atmospheric. Examples: Nosferatu (Germany 1922, silent) Vampyr (Denmark/Germany/France 1932) In color, but still very atmospheric: Rosemary's Baby (US 1968) Man versus nature, and very disturbing: Long Weekend (Australia 1978)