... took an extended al fresco Happy Hour. Three beers, two cigars, and it ain't over yet. Yeah... it's just "As Wicked As It Seems."
As wicked as it seemsWhich, of course, is a piece part of Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack. And now we shall continue as we've begun. What's not to like about a mid-60s January day?
It's playtime, but it's far too late
It's gonna too hard on, hard on it - hard on it
What you gonna give
It's not enough, not enough for me
So I soften the blow, so the bruises don't show
I've got the expertise
No broken necks
No broken hearts
Well, we used your deck
All I did was play the cards - now the check
Now I find it's not enough - it's not enough for me
Now you want to give, is not enough - not enough for me
Woo hoo! Let the good times roll!
ReplyDeleteI hope he didn't have to pay union scale for the maraca players, as I didn't hear them, and they weren't very good looking :-)
ReplyDeleteMoogie: Oh, yeah! Les bon temps s'ont rouléz!
ReplyDeleteAnon: It's only rock 'n' roll... but I like it. ;-)
What's not to like about a mid-60s January day?
ReplyDeleteWhy am I turning green??? :-)
Keith Richards grabbed by boobs on his way onto stage one night when I accompanied him on a music stage and junket session for Shine a Light. I wanted to smash his face in! Is he a great musician? Its hard to tell with all the hype. I like the song though.
ReplyDelete...Is he a great musician?
ReplyDeleteIf great is publishing a thousand lyrics, and putting music to them, then I guess he has that.
Sometimes the people who call others great, are suspect. Jann Wenner and his ego palace come to mind. Thanks God its in Cleveland, where no one goes anyway...
He probably just no longer has enough synapses past the 12 notes left, to understand which glands aren't groupies...
Hey! It's a happy hour, no synapses required...
In my next life I am only going to fall in love with orphans (no family).
ReplyDeleteRe: You don't marry a lover, you marry their family.
"It's not enough for me?" No, "It's too much for me."
If you're an orphan,
My last name you can hyphen.
But if your mother leeches,
and keeps giving me her speaches.
Then this hard part will only pee.
You'll get your decree,
as it is all too much for me.
Why am I turning green??? :-)
ReplyDeleteBut Kris... I have it on GOOD authority that you LOVE snow!
Alison: Keith may be a loutish boor but he IS the greatest rhythm guitarist of ALL time, and a great songwriter (as Anon notes). He ain't much of a singer, though. ;-)
Anon1: A POX on the rock 'n' roll HOF, it's a fucking joke in every sense of the word. I've driven through... emphasis on THROUGH... Cleveland several times since the HOF was built and never once considered stopping.
Anon2: I hear what you're sayin' (and have kinda-sorta lived that there thang, too) but let me remind you: We don't choose love, love chooses US. ;-)
Well I didn;t know or maybe appreciate that. It all sounds like so much noise to me!
ReplyDeleteHere are some incredible pics to share with you by the way:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/culturepicturegalleries/8264638/Spains-festival-of-fire-for-St.-Anthony.html?image=11
Thanks for those, A!
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