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The first time I heard a Who song in an ad I probably cried- I couldn't believe the band that'd led me through the minefields of feckin brilliant rebellion, angst, underage *****, teenage despair and ultimately triumph, could sell their souls to an ad campaign. It still disappoints me, and however numb we may get to all of it, and to all of these artists, it should disappoint you too.

I've had to go through both of my parents dying now. It is still brutal, and it's a mix of wanting to do everything you can for them, and also accepting the inevitability of life. I have no idea what your mom is going through, but the one thing I learned with my Mom, and I wished I'd known a few weeks earlier, is to ask her doctors if there were any experimental treatments. Probably totally different circumstances. In my mother's case she had a brain lymphoma, which honestly could've (possibly) been treatable if they'd gotten her on Keytruda soon enough, but there were so many delays in starting treatment it was maddening. Keytruda was an unapproved/experimental treatment at the time, but had I even known it was an option- I would've liked to have known it was a possible treatment. That was my circumstance, and I may have lost my beautiful Mom a bit earlier due to just not knowing to ask about potential/experimental treatments. It's not my fault, because we all die, but if I can be of any help, let me know.

This is one of my first albums- bad, front to back And then there was this-

Somewhere in the early 90's I was doing riders for bands at a music festival. Usually it was a case of a particular beer, a couple bottles of a particular tequila... stuff like that... My favorite rider ever was Arlo Guthrie. I'd guess he was mid-50's at the time and wanted, ' A pint of genuine half and half.' That was it. I made sure to get him the finest pint of half-n-half I could possibly get my hands on. )

Help me make some sense of this decade Most everything involved a fist-fight or trucker with CB's Junkyard black men, white old-guys with certain chairs, glam-rock, the gaddamn eagles, Blondie, REO Speedwagon MASH, Barnaby Jones, cocaine, pot, quaaludes, bell-bottoms, chest-hair and gold chains, Supertramp, Chico and the Man, The Rockford Files, Camaros with 86 HP the oil crunch, gas lines, Billy Beer, the ayatollah khomeini The Clash. The Sex Pistols, The Jam. Turtle-neck sweaters and platform shoes. I was born in '71. I was just an innocent kid.

https://www.sfgate.com/sf-culture/article/grateful-dead-and-company-reunion-las-vegas-18639989.php

And meanwhile, on the complete opposite end of the cool spectrum... loved these guys- some of the funnest live shows:

Fire his ass. I've seen enough. I was basically sober at the end of the game, and wasn't even a bit surprised... and hardly even pissed off- that's why I know he needs to go- I should never feel that way at the end of a loss like this one. Get him outta here.

Eat my ass. Bills are going to the Super Bowl.

Good stuff. Good stuff. More Donkeyhooves and less BFGoordich Radial T/A's in this one:

Betcha this isn't in the entire 387,004 pages of this thread. Not sure that means anything- just pointing it out

Well Good Birthday to you! Just, *****in, love life as best you find it and maybe resemble specialness as you go about it... but not arrogance

I used to ship things with pride but not anymore the UK actually despite sub-normal dental care and such, very sweet music:

I mean, I guess it's a win, but when your closest rivals are Meatball Ron and Nikki Sixx, I think it'd be safe to assume a better margin of victory.

We were better than them- still are, but the difference between 21-0 and 14-7 is something pretty minute. That said, Tomlin looks like Grady from, Sanford and Son'.

DaQuan Jones. Next

The more I see NBC/Peacock's ads about this 'exciting new experience to see the first playoff game on Peacock' the more it pisses me off. Screw NBC for trying to advertise to us we should be excited to have a playoff game robbed off the airways. They won with me over the Bills-Phins game- never again.

All this 'final 5 minutes of the half' time garbage was added so they could run more clock, cram in more commercials, and still keep a game around 3 hours. Don't care if I 'should' know the rules, they suck and are artificial to the game. What exactly is more important during those final 5 minutes than in all the prep work leading up to those 5 minutes? Maybe we should just have 2 five minute halves, since that's when the really important stuff happens.

My favorite song ever! ... except for the other 283,000 favorite songs of mine... including at least 7 T.Rex songs. This *****'s great- I mean how did we get so lucky to live on a planet and have musicians make this crazy amazing music for us to listen to. You, Frank from Buffalo, are truly a blessed being tonight. Go Bills!

Nothing truer