Years ago I was riding a crosstown H bus when a big bald black guy got on at the V.A. Hospital stop. He sat and repeated his mantra like a gentle carnival barker: "Minnesota Fats is coming to town ... he's the best around ... Minnesota Fats is coming to town ... he's the best around ..."
With the hypothesis that there are substances that cause an euphoria/morphine-like response, we need to define what these might be. One study (5) has indicated that endorphin levels are controlled by dietary fat and that eating fat-like foods (such as chocolate) might improve one's mood. A more recent study (21) also indicates that the fat in chocolate stimulates a surge of endorphins and the author feels the phrases "addicted to chocolate" or "chocoholic" maybe are partially true. If this is the case and you apply this to the euphoria brought on by HME then we can follow up with organ owners being "addicted to the Happiest Music on Earth." And, how many of us are?
Whenever I'm sad
Whenever I'm blue
Whenever my troubles are heavy
Beneath the stars
I play my guitar
Just like Eddie
Former zoo resident Tinkerbelle the elephant had a penchant for 18-wheeler truck tires, and a zebra in the African Savanna is infatuated with Samson the giraffe. Cobby the chimp, meanwhile, is fond of keepers' rubber boots. "It's his special fetish," Tollini said. "He'll put his finger out and touch the shoe. ... Then he'll play with his nipples, eat bananas and masturbate.It gets better.
THE PICTURE IS DEAD is very proud to be opening for the glorious MARY TIMONY on February 9th at The Black Cat in Washington D.C. Also on the same bill, THE AQUARIUM.
The band members are BRYAN CORNELL, SAM SERAFY, PATRICK TIMONY, and JAMES WOLF. Mr. Pat Padua will project images. To hear what we sound like, visit www.pictureisdead.com or www.myspace.com/thepictureisdead.
February, 9 2006 at
The Black Cat
1811 14th St. NW, Washington, DC 20009
Cost: $7
Doors open at 8:00 PM
Jakuta and Carl opened up for The Picture is Dead last night at DC9. Jakuta is kind of an avant-garde new wave lounge singer performance artist, and Carl is his laptop. He opened up his set sitting at the edge of the stage crying into his hands muttering over and over, "God help us all," although at first I thought he was saying, "Gotta have a song". Maybe we're both right. He seems like a smooth guy when you meet him but for his act he plays at some stew of awkward foreign mentally challenged person without rhythm or tune. His songs are about feelings - "exploding hearts" is one title - and he's a welcome antidote to 21st century hipster irony - emotion is masked through layers of irony of course - "ineptitude", "gq style," (shades of Andy Kaufman) but his sincerity shows despite the act, or the act is a way for him to comfortable express sincerity in an ironic hipster world. Fascinating and likeable, at least for those audiences members who didn't walk out in befuddlement. Poor things.
This message is to inform you that THE PICTURE IS DEAD will be performing at DC9 on Wednesday the 25th of January at 9 PM.
The cover charge is $7.
The band members are BRYAN CORNELL, SAM SERAFY, PATRICK TIMONY, and JAMES WOLF.
To hear what we sound like, visit www.pictureisdead.com or www.myspace.com/thepictureisdead.
The band will play along with projected images by PAT PADUA.
Joining us will be the bands SPANORB (aka DJ Panic) and JAKUTA AND CARL.
DC9
1940 9th Street, NW, (9th & Florida)
Washington, DC
www.dcnine.com
I was desperate for lip balm one evening and all my friend had was Burt's Bees lip gloss (pimped here).
So I ran this through the beta face recognition software at my heritage, which matches you up against a database of 2400 celebrities (not sure if Henny Youngman is among them). Among the matches this picture got me:
Naomi Watts - 62%
Wole Soyinka (?) - 61%
Britney Spears - 52%
MalcolmMacDowell - 52%
Ulysees S. Grant - 51%
Tennessee Williams - 50%
results have varied even on the same pic, so it must be learning - last night the top two celebs were reversed, and Madonna clocked in right between US Grant and Tennessee Williams. I'm relieved to know i have not yet lost my Britneyesque charm.
I am haunted by a persistent memory from my childhood: the spectre of Dan Haggerty on the Battle of the Network Stars. He was heroic on the tug-of-war fields, gamely biting his lip in a passion germane to the era and long lost in this age of irony; but alas, he met his match in the form of that infernal technological monstrosity: the pinball machine. Howard Cosell offered instant exegesis as Haggerty stared up at the inhuman beast: the mountain man, blessed of human strength and Emersonian self-reliance, was felled by modernity. And that's the story of the Unabomber.
