bob32116! You should tell me what radio station you're listening to.
Hearing swear words every second hit song is better than around here.
I bought a new radio, cassette and CD player, but stopped listening to the radio.
Everyone, at the time, was saying I should get into some Bruno Mars,
saying he started out as a child Elvis imitator, and he used Police style production,
when I used to sing a lot of Police songs, still doing "Message in a Bottle".
What did I hear, a song with "bringing morphine to your front door".
In the rock world, the first band known to have recorded the f-word,
was The MC5, for Motor City 5 from Detroit, shouting, not singing,
"kick out the jams, motherf.....s".
Jam and jelly are slang terms from another culture for a female body part,
when the original inhabitants of Detroit were losing jobs, blaming them.
That's offshore becoming onshore, and look at Detroit now.
This can only lead to what vocalists sang on records,
and what they actually sang onstage, in adult venues.
"we're going to have a bug party, and everyone will get Raid", becomes,
"we're going to have a rug party, and everyone will get laid".
What bugs me on my rug is seeing television do the same thing to raise the level of porn and violence.
Just using "Home Box Office" as the name of a television station,
lets them show x-rated content as movies, when it's still the same screen for you.
Saying you are "cable content" is another scam that allowed more porn and violence.
I'd like to use some Professor Marshall McCluhan understandings about this.
He's a Canadian professor who wrote "The Global Village" and "The Media is the Message".
The human brain accepts everything you are seeing as your reality.
Your rational brain knows it's not real, but as you can feel the effects of all emotions,
from fear to being motivated to masturbate, you know yourself that TV is far more effective,
than viewing any stationary artwork or listening to any music performance.
You are what you see, and all this artificial reality only desensitizes your inner self.
This phenomena as hard-core was first demonstrated in New York city,
where, when a man was raping a woman on the sidewalk,
people would stop to watch, getting off on the visuals, without connecting to actual reality.
New York had to pass a law, making it illegal to witness crimes like this,
without reporting it to the police, or co-operating with an investigation.
And yes, they had hand-helds back then.
I'm trying to remember "Louie-Louie", remembering the more recent "Black Crowes" version.
What was Louie doing?
You are talking about the f-word,
but when you hear the word stick and sticks, that's old slang for hypodermic needles.
Here's an old Buddy Rich joke about drummers, as told on Johnny Carson.
Yes, it's a rainy day, so I'm prepared to type away... and let the font flow this way...
A jazz trumpeter was new to town, gigging downtown, and it was after his first night.
He wasn't sure where to go, that late at night, so he called for a cab.
The cab driver was saying there's a new club in town, with a new concept,
but he should be able to get into it, so he took him there.
As the trumpeter entered, he saw a big room with a lot of doors, all numbered.
He entered door number one, and saw a room full of people dressed in formal attire.
They were speaking foreign languages, drinking wine, with a nice cheese and cracker table.
He thought, no, that's not for me,
so he went back to door number two.
Inside that door, was a room full of people in business suits, drinking liquors,
talking business in conversational and conspiring tones, so he left without sipping.
Behind the next door was a room full of people in casual clothes, drinking beer,
a little pushing and shoving going on, men starting to get brew-tall,
so he left again, and just stood there, deciding to try the last door.
When he went in, he saw a vagrant looking man sitting there all alone,
looking up, saying "You got any sticks"?
I'd like to add this update, saying,
there was no next door, just a stairwell leading to the basement,
where he saw some truly dirty and frantic people loading some lime bags,
saying we better hurry and cover him up, before his royalties start coming in.
One of them turned to say, hey, you got the power of attorney?