Wash: I didn't think you were one for rituals and such. Mal: I'm not, but it'll keep the others busy for a while. No reason to concern them with what's to be done.

'Bushwhacked'


Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


§ ita § - May 10, 2007 7:26:22 am PDT #6573 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Whitesnake--hair band? Not that I know anything about them other than them having opened for Alice Cooper back in the day. I totally skipped them and showed up late for the main attraction.

I didn't know diddly about Aerosmith until they worked with Run DMC. Which was kinda the point, I bet. GnR came onto my radar when they started backing with what felt like an orchestra in comparison to the stuff that flew under my radar. I quite like those histrionics. Not sure where either of those events are in the music timeline.


DavidS - May 10, 2007 7:27:44 am PDT #6574 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

speculating madly about what exactly was up with "Mr. Brownstone."

Heroin.


DavidS - May 10, 2007 7:28:34 am PDT #6575 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Whitesnake--hair band?

Definitely. Quite the mane on David Coverdale, plus Tawny Kitaen in all the videos.


Tom Scola - May 10, 2007 7:28:49 am PDT #6576 of 10001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

In 1989-1990, I lived above a family with a teenaged girl that would play "Sweet Child o' Mine" on full blast, over and over again. It made it a little hard to avoid.


tommyrot - May 10, 2007 7:30:25 am PDT #6577 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Heroin.

Where/when did the term "Mr. Brownstone" come to mean that? I've always thought it dates back to the Velvet Underground's referencing buying heroin in a brownstone in "I'm Waiting for My Man" but I have absolutely no evidence for that.


DavidS - May 10, 2007 7:51:09 am PDT #6578 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Where/when did the term "Mr. Brownstone" come to mean that? I've always thought it dates back to the Velvet Underground's referencing buying heroin in a brownstone in "I'm Waiting for My Man" but I have absolutely no evidence for that.
I don't know - are there a lot of brownstones in Harlem? 'Cuz that's where people used to meet up with their dealers.


Daisy Jane - May 10, 2007 7:56:43 am PDT #6579 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Is now when I confess to my mad crush on Sebastian Bach?

Girl, I went to my high school's orientation and there was a senior boy onstage with his band who looked just. like. Sebastian Bach with whassisface from Warrant's eyes. That was some good salesmanship right there.

I know what Mr. Brownstone is about now, but back in the day we had some wild theories-not knowing much about heroin back then.


Jesse - May 10, 2007 7:57:01 am PDT #6580 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I don't know - are there a lot of brownstones in Harlem?

There are, but also in many other parts oof neighborhood-y NYC.

Jesse, msbelle, remember in some bar in NY when it came on and we recited and JD, calling himself a Prince fan, DIDN'T KNOW IT VERBATIM???

@@ Good times, good times.

I do love it when we have the hair band conversation.

though it's been a while now, I can still feel so much pain... like a knife that cuts you the wound heals, but the scar, that scar remaaaiiins!


§ ita § - May 10, 2007 8:10:32 am PDT #6581 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to enter into a thing called life. Electric word life, and it means forever & that's a mighty long time. So I'm here 2 tell U--there's something else--the afterworld. A world of never-ending happiness, where U can always see the sun, day or night. So when U call up that shrink in Beverly Hills--U know the one--Dr. Everything'llBeAlright--instead of asking how much of your mind is left babe, ask him how much of your time. 'Cause in this life, things are much harder than in the afterworld. 'Cause in this life, you're on your own.

And then the elevator is Satan. Ah, good times indeed.


Daisy Jane - May 10, 2007 8:45:23 am PDT #6582 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I love how at the 'Vine everyone, I mean everyone from the gay boys to the businessmen to the trendy girls and the hipster boys, will stop what they're doing so they can join in the intro to Let's Go Crazy.