Bulletin Board of Bad Behavior

movie mongols...thats funny

mccutcheon, damn new yorker

It was "bootle" which is, as you are no doubt well aware, a suburb of North Liverpool.

New Yorkers: think they know everything when they know fuck all.

Knowing fuck all is all I know.

SARAH, nice poem! It actually reminds me a lot of Robyn Hitchcock and his style...yes I know here I go connecting it to music again, but remember Hitchcock did songs like "The Man With The Lightbulb Head" and such. Surreal, eccentric funny stuff. Not too far from Magritte and Surrealism (Bunuel etc) in general. There's a spectacular interview with Hitchcock in the latest issue of Magnet magazine (he's on the cover, grey hair and all). I stopped paying much attention to his career since '96 or so but I used to be a huge fan and that interview he did just blew me away. He apparently releases CD's on his own label now online, as none of the majors are interested in him anymore. He's one of those artists that always had a bigger audience here than in the U.K. despite it being his origin. God bless his heart, it was nice to read an interview with someone that kindof feels like an old friend to me.

Bootle is a suburb of Liverpool? Hmm. I wondered why that word seemed familiar. Of course it could be you're joking and that word has another meaning. Whatever, it was familiar.

Don't feel bad about the spelling, McC, I think "bootle" is a nice euphemism for what you were referring to.

Right after Christmas the hubby and I took a trip to the neighboring town and bought our very expensive new wireless. On the way home we were trying to find a radio station other than the omnipresent one to listen to -- the cd player in the vehicle screws up when it gets hot, and I don't know why. The hubby flips by a Jackson Browne song, somebody's baby, and keeps on going. I say, hey, go back, I like that. He gives me the NO look, but goes back to it and endures the song like a champ. I do understand that it is from the Fast Times at Ridgemont High soundtrack, but there's no accounting for my taste

So when the hubby played I am a Patriot some time later telling me that he really liked this Pearl Jam song, I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt and then told him it was a Jackson Browne song. (and he laughed too because he's not only a champ, but also a good sport)

Now I've been looking around town for the original, and it's just plain stupid that I don't get on line and order it, I know that it can be done, and I know that I am expecting too much out of po-dunk, but it feels really good to be in a store and find what you're looking for when you're looking for it; although I'm not opposed to ordering it, it just doesn't feel the same.

Last night I went to Ye Olde Book Store to get some poetry books for this class I'm taking, and they didn't have anything that I needed. I walked over to the children's books because I like looking at the pictures, but I didn't see anything that I liked so I started heading for the door. The record section was on my way out, so I stopped because I like looking at the pictures.

The first section I looked in had a Jackson Browne album in it, and I picked it up and turned it over without really looking at the picture because I wanted to see if it had I am a Patriot. It didn't. I looked at the picture on the back of him thinking that he was a handsome, sad-eyed man the year before I was born. Then I flipped it over and looked at the picture on the cover. I thought that it looked really similar to Magritte's Empire of Lights, so I turned it back over and read the bottom where it says, front cover photograph and package design by Bob Seidemann, lettering by Rick Griffin . . . cover concept Jackson Browne if it's all reet with Magritte.

The album is Late for the Sky, and I bought it for a buck. It's not what I wanted or needed, but sometimes that is just fine

Wow, that's a great story, Sarah! I know what you mean about ordering online vs. flipping through records. It's fun to browse record stores even if there's nothing there I want to buy. For some bizarre reason, it's almost enough to fondle the merchandise sometimes, see what's there.

I'm not all that up on Jackson Browne, but thought the songs he wrote for Nico on her first album was great. He was like 17 then or something.

I have had one bad day.

the only part of it that remotely relates to this thread however is that when I finally decided to act like a person from this century and tried to order Jackson Browne's I am a Patriot, I realized I am an Idiot -- it's not his song either. The only bad thing about this really is that the hubby was not at home to laugh at me, so I just ended up feeling alone, stupid, and not amused. That was until the power went out in the boonies, and then I felt like Clarice Starling.

do you still here the lambs crying, clarissssse?