So my friend didn't like either of my band name suggestions:
- Masshole and the Citiots
- The American Stones
Pffft. Either one of those? Golden.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
So my friend didn't like either of my band name suggestions:
Pffft. Either one of those? Golden.
How about
There was an indie band in the '90s called Cher UK. Loved that name.
There was a NZ band called simply, the Stones. They were good, too!
There was a NZ band called simply, the Stones. They were good, too!
The UK government tried to put an injunction on the album Never Mind The Bollocks, Here's The Sex Pistols (on grounds of indecency). Said Sex Pistols were represented by human rights lawyer Geoffrey Robertson. He argued in court that 'bollocks' was in fact a word of long and illustrious standing in the English language. Indeed, it used to be the standard term for testicles within English-language bibles, until the King James Version, when it was replaced with the word 'stones'.
As Geoffrey Robertson recounts, "At this point, Mr Rotten leaned over to me and whispered, 'If we lose this case, don't worry about it. We'll just rename the album Never Mind The Stones, Here's The Sex Pistols."
Sunday Morning Listening: Switched On Bach by Robert Moog.
Creating a rare trifecta of Sunday Bach mellowness, nostalgic futurism and associations with A Clockwork Orange.
Switched On Bach by Robert Moog.
Do you mean Walter/Wendy Carlos?
Do you mean Walter/Wendy Carlos?
Heh, I was just coming in to post the same thing.
That is correct!
I'm addled because I wrote a piece on Moog recently and mentioned Wendy Carlos.
Warning: Theremin music is slandered in this profile.
Like convention-bending science fiction authors Samuel Delaney and Norman Spinrad, Robert Moog was a Bronx Science alumnus
Heh, I wonder if it's significant that Kubrick was also a child of the Bronx.
I just watched video of a marching band playing In-a-gadda-da-vida.
So then I needed bleach:
17:04 baby!