Where've you been?
Numfar! Do the dance of joy.
Elder ,'Power Play'
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Aims - Oct 25, 2005 12:42:00 pm PDT #512 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Lee - Oct 25, 2005 12:43:03 pm PDT #513 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Aimee, did you get the stuff mailed?
dw - Oct 25, 2005 12:45:34 pm PDT #514 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
If you ever wonder, I think you're not. And life and I wanna say...heroin(?) beat you to the kicking.
Nope. Car crash, 1981.
On July 16, 1981, Chapin was driving to a business meeting on the Long Island Expressway near Jericho, NY, when his car was rear-ended by a tractor-trailer. The accident caused his gas tank to explode, killing the singer/songwriter in the process.
And his wife wrote a poem that became the basis for "Cat's In The Cradle;" the song is credited to both Chapins.
Aims - Oct 25, 2005 12:46:58 pm PDT #515 of 10003
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Aimee, did you get the stuff mailed?
Yeppers. To Juliana.
Lee - Oct 25, 2005 12:47:32 pm PDT #516 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Yay! Thanks, and let me know how much.
erikaj - Oct 25, 2005 12:49:48 pm PDT #517 of 10003
Always Anti-fascist!
I didn't know either of those things, Dylan. Huh.
dw - Oct 25, 2005 12:52:11 pm PDT #518 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
Oh, and "why it sucked to be a male singer-songwriter in the 1970s and 80s (using non-randomly selected data points)":
Harry Chapin: Car crash
Jim Croce: Plane crash
Steve Goodman: cancer
James Taylor: institutionalized for depression, heroin addiction, motorcycle crash, married to Carly Simon... and yet still alive
tommyrot - Oct 25, 2005 12:53:22 pm PDT #519 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
And his wife wrote a poem that became the basis for "Cat's In The Cradle;" the song is credited to both Chapins.
And then after he died, she wrote a poem called "Cat's in the Pinto."
dw - Oct 25, 2005 12:54:36 pm PDT #520 of 10003
Silence means security silence means approval
I didn't know either of those things, Dylan. Huh.
I always get Croce and Chapin reversed, since they were both big-time singer-songwriters, both political, and both died in crashes. It's just that Croce died eight years before Chapin, and Croce's career was at its height while Chapin's was winding down.
tommyrot - Oct 25, 2005 12:55:50 pm PDT #521 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I had thought that Croce wasn't well known outside the Chicago area when he died.
Also, you don't tug on Superman's cape.