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Good.The Fuck.Morning. Awoke screaming and crying because the boyfriend forgot that his PLAYSTATION was in his clothes basket. So when he pulled it down to rifle-through for an outfit it dropped and LANDED ON MY SHINBONE. The corner part.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ynldJi1Z1qln1qeo1_1280.jpg)
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Good.The Fuck.Morning. Awoke screaming and crying because the boyfriend forgot that his PLAYSTATION was in his clothes basket. So when he pulled it down to rifle-through for an outfit it dropped and LANDED ON MY SHINBONE. The corner part.
I was working in a mechanic shop in Soweto when I got the call that Paul Simon was looking for studio musicians to record an album. “Paul who?” I asked. But I needed the money so I went. I was poor. I was supporting my mother, who was sick, and as a black musician in South Africa at the time, you’d get ripped off a lot, getting paid five dollars for an entire album. Paul was different. When I got to the studio, we started jamming. He liked everything I did.
One day, when we were playing “You Can Call Me Al,” I said, “Hey Paul, it’s my birthday, can I do something here?” He said, “Sure, go ahead. Let’s see what you have.” When I played the solo, he thought it was nice but then someone turned it backwards. The first two bars are normal, the second two bars are backwards. Everyone loved it. It drove me crazy because I had to learn how to play the solo backwards, too. For a long time, I kept it a secret.
Never knew this album/song was recorded in Soweto (Nelson Mandela’s hometown). Awesome article. Love the song, the bass, the lyrics. Thanks for the post!
I have to start with rambling theory before I can circle my way around to specific situations and scenes.
And here he is…
One of my several Hurricane Breakfasts was in honor of you, but I was too drunk to say so. Now that I’m on a snack break from my nap, HFBD my friend!
Hurricane Breakfast: Campground, storm, power outage…time for vodka, pineapple and champagne right? Got the frozen food on its way to a friends house, got a pee potty and a backup poo potty. All I gotta worry about is a nap in about an hour.
“One time at a ski lodge you tripped on a serving tray while playing Tetris and only just barely avoided stitches and had to get one of those butterfly bandages right on the side of your face, to hold the skin together while it healed.”
Because I love The Royal Tenenbaums. This is me 100%. Remember my nose scar post?
I think this was Thanksgiving Eve at JiMiller’s All Grateful Dead set.
Wearing moe. hat.
Gun shoots bubbles, but really it doesn’t. It leaks on your hands instead.
In 2011 it had been reported that Yauch had beaten the disease, but reports were sadly exaggerated. On the band’s website he wrote:
“Hello My Friends While I’m grateful for all the positive energy people are sending my way, reports of my being totally cancer free are exaggerated. I’m continuing treatment, staying optimistic and hoping to be cancer free in the near future.”
Most recently, it appeared Yauch’s health had taken a turn for the worst when it was announced that he was unable to attend the Beastie Boys’ induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland on March 14.
Adam Yauch Dead: Beastie Boys’ MCA Dies After Battling Cancer
Some recent background on Yauch.
Actual tears shed. I’m heartbroken. :(
Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys has passed. GlobalGrind is confirming this very sad news. One of our heroes, Adam Yauch aka MCA of the Beastie Boys has passed this morning after a long bout with cancer. Our prayers go out to the family of Adam and the entire Beastie Boys crew.
Global Grind is owned by Russell Simmons, who played a key role in starting the Beastie Boys’ career. TMZ is now also reporting the news.
This sucks balls.
I win the internet like a champ!
Not saying that I don’t derive enjoyment from life, because I certainly find myself among the happy. I’m just saying that I miss the Muse, I miss the productivity of my imagination and I only have a grown-ups drama to blame.
P.S. Karen Marie Moning said (paraphrasing) that she loved her job because it was like a giant puzzle she gets to piece together and feels amazed that she gets to tell lies every day of her life (in her writing).
I can be nothing but intrigued with that sentiment. I only hope to lie as well as she does one day.
