Save the House Parties!

While we all have been distracted by tax cuts and pedophiles, the Los Angeles city counsel is trying to ban house parties.  Well, not on this bro’s watch.  A fella by the name of Chad Kroeger, at least that’s the handle his lovin’ parents gave him, is taking a stand against the ban.  I won’t say Chad is a hero, because what’s a hero, but sometimes there’s a man for his time and place, and that’s Chad Kroeger, in Los Angeles.

Chad Kroeger the house party enthusiast makes some  great points.  How else can a young man gain confidence if he doesn’t have the opportunity to shotgun a tall can of Bud Light in front of the whole squad at a house party?  That’s what house parties do!  What up counsel.

RIP Tom Petty

Nothing reminds you more of your mortality than when one of your Rock and Roll idols shuffles off this mortal coil (that’s a Shakespeare reference Gnoobs). It was a punch to the gut yesterday when I heard the news that Tom Petty had passed away. That was followed by a brief period of hope as I heard that Tom was clinging to life. That news was further punctuated by Tom’s daughter’s response to Rolling Stone’s report that he had passed.

Let this be a warning to not fuck with Tom Petty’s daughter. That would be about as smart as playing Mississippi Stud (or as Mango has renamed it, Mississippi Dumbass). How’d that work out for you Pipes?

Alas, the good news was only temporary, as we lost one of the greatest American rock artists (not band IJ, artist) later in the evening.  In any event, I’m not here to make fun of Pipes, well not primarily, but to remember Mr. Petty in the way we do around here at the Monkey, with a list of his greatest. Without further ado, here are the top 5 Tom Petty songs of all time. YMMV.

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Herein I Explain How To Play Mississippi Stud

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Had tickets for the U2 Joshua Tree concert in St. Louis on Saturday night but it got cancelled because of the riots.  U2 concerts don’t matter, apparently.  The stone set in my eyes, and a thorn twisted in my side.  Well, by sleight of hand and a twist of fate, I got a call from Mr. Blue saying he was headed for the casino in Michigan City.  With nothing to win and nothing left to lose, Ava and I headed for that jewel on Lake Michigan, in the shadow of a nuclear reactor, to meet up with Blue. 

So I get there and Blue is into this table game Mississippi Stud, and teaches me how to play.  I lost my ass, but I was HOOKED.  I downloaded a Mississippi Stud app on the iPad machine, and was up all night Sunday deciding whether to triple up the odds on 3d, 4th and 5th street.  Since that abortion on Saturday night, I have played thousands of hands on the computer, and have figured out EXACTLY where I went wrong, and how I will defeat this motherfucker in the future, and by the future I mean in a week and a half when SeaDick, Irish Jesus, Mongo, Kool, Keckie, and allegedly Captain and Butthead, descend on Vegas.  So herein I give myself away, I give myself away, and describe how you too will defeat Mississippi Stud, like I will, in a week and a half in Vegas. Continue reading

Reporter’s Attempt to Weather Shame Old Dude Doesn’t Go Well for Him

Absolutely love this guy.  The confidence.  The attitude.  He wasn’t going to take any shit from some dumbass reporter about the “risk to your own safety,” especially a jackass from Fox News.  Just starts spitting out meridians and longitudes that the reporter has no fucking clue about.  And then when the reporter attempts to demonstrate some understanding of what he is talking, Florida bro doesn’t take any of that shit.  Irma is not just heading “westbound,” you simpleton, it is “275 degrees.”  Fucking love it.  Just owns that dipshit, who can’t get out of there quick enough.

Now, having said that, allow me to be the first to say that every word Florida dude spouted off there was total bullshit.  He didn’t know how many miles away Irma was, what direction it was headed or if it might take a turn and flatten Miami Beach.  His math was also wrong, because if the hurricane was on a heading of 275 degrees (it wasn’t), that is 5 degrees north of due west, which would be one-eighteenth, not one-fifteenth, of the way to 360 degrees, or true north (5/90=1/18).  But that’s beside the point.  Florida bro wasn’t trying to be the best at weather predicting, or math, he was trying to be the best at making a reporter look stupid.  And he won the Hurricane Irma reporting, at least from what I have seen.  Hope he didn’t drown in the storm surge.

Mango Got New Wrenches

It’s that time of year in the golf world where you start assessing your game to try to figure out why you didn’t get your index down from a 13 to a 2.  Can’t be due to ability right?  Has to be the clubs.  Accordingly, both Mango and I got some new irons.  I got the new Ping G400s, which, while taking a little while to get used to, I like a lot.  Mango got these sweet looking beasts at Club Champion.  And when I say “these” I literally mean the ones in the picture.  Club Champion is advertising with Mango’s actual irons.  Seems like they should have given him a discount or something, just sayin.

New Music Alert — The National’s “Sleep Well Beast”

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In the ongoing effort to drag Pipes out of the 80’s as far as music goes, I bring your attention to The National’s new album, Sleep Well Beast.

It’s great from top to bottom and, Pipes, if that doesn’t get your attention, take note that it rips all over your President.

If you like it, then as an additional bonus, check out the band’s live performance of the album, start to finish, from NPR, which is available for streaming for a limited time.

One bit of warning, play “The System Only Dreams In Total Darkness” at your peril.  I can’t get that freaking guitar riff out of my head.

Happy Labor Day

It’s Labor Day and I hope all you working stiffs are getting a little rest, spending time with your family, eating some BBQ and drinking a few of your favorite adult beverages. To celebrate the day, here’s a Labor Day playlist from Spargs. About the only thing missing is Dirty Work by Steely Dan.

SeaDick’s Visual Set List — Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

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As reported previously, IJ and our much better halves took in the Jason Isbell/Frank Turner show.  Scroll down for the Frank Turner set list.  Here’s my report and set list for Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit.

I don’t want to be one of those guys, but Jason Isbell is, in my humble opinion, the best songwriter on the planet today.  Oh I can hear ya — “But SeaDick, Bob Dylan is still on the planet, Paul McCartney is still on the planet, that is a very bold statement.”  Yeah, well I’m sticking with it.  Present day, new music, Isbell is the man in the song writing department.  Pretty damn good from a live performance standpoint too.  If you like rock and roll, Isbell and his team are all you need.  The show was pretty spectacular.  The band was clearly on its A game and the set list, as you will see below, gave us just about everything we could want from an Isbell standpoint, old, new, ballads, rock anthems.  Just a flat out great performance.  The only very minor complaint is that his wife, Amanda Shires Isbell, who has been playing fiddle on this tour wasn’t there.  (She’s great too so give her a listen as well.). I understand from the interwebs that she jumped off the tour bus on Thursday to do a couple of solo shows on the east coast.  The fact that the Isbell’s daughter turned 2 on Friday may have also had something to do with it.  The band seemed to fill the missing fiddle parts with some electric guitar and that turned out just fine.

Here are some links to Mr. Isbell for Spotify and iTunes.  If it turns out that you like what you hear, then you should check out this album from the Drive By Truckers.  That’s where he got his start.

Lastly, before I give you the set list, check out this Tiny Desk Concert from NPR.

Without further ado, here’s the set list.  Per usual, the song titles are links to the songs on Apple Music. Continue reading

SeaDick’s Back Bitches

That’s right, it’s been awhile, but SeaDick is back in the blogging game.  I know what you are sayin — “who gives a shit?”  But as with most things with this blog, its not about you dear readers, it’s about me.  (Well, me and Pipes, as he does have a hankering for the blogging as well.)  Now I know that you are also saying, “enough of the blah, blah, blah, if you are going to blog then at least entertain us.”  Fair enough, premier blogs coming in 3 . .  . 2 . . .1.