Gotta file my report on the latest viral sensation breaking the Internets, namely, this crazy racist Trump bitch who went bat shit crazy at a craft store in Lincoln Park over the Thanksgiving weekend. But wait, how would I know that she is a Trump voter??? Well, maybe because she claims she was “discriminated against” because she is a Trump voter, and yells at everyone in the store about how she is a Trump voter, all because she was asked to “buy a bag,” a new liberal thing in Chicago. I don’t want to look too hard into the mind of a Trump voter for fear of falling into the abyss, but apparently that equates to discrimination in the warped minds that now run the country. Continue reading
Well, I’ve done it again, you guys. Made the Urban Dictionary AGAIN with my seductive use of the English language. A couple hours ago I was screaming a catch phrase in the stands at da Bears game, then a few people pick it up, then the whole section is screaming it and then the point of my catch phrase, which I saw coming of course, decides the game. And then it is on the Urban Dictionary. The stuff of legend. Continue reading
IJ and Gramps gonna like this one.
SeaDick and I may or may not agree on the scope of the Prior Restraint doctrine as it applies to Mongo’s (potential) blog, and you would need a law degree from a superior law school to understand the difference anyway, but here was a moment when we were in full agreement. How is this not up here already? A moment of pure joy.
I am very proud to announce that I am now in the dictionary, and by that I mean the Urban Dictionary. Very proud moment, and not just for me personally, and not just for the Monkey with a Gun blog and the String, but also for the First Amendment, the Constitution and the United States of America. Continue reading
It is well known that Music is an integral part of The String. It always has been. The very beginning of the String started with Shooter and SeaDick at a concert at Wrigley field. That is another blog post altogether (oh boy). Music is a fundamental part of everyone’s life.
Except Kool. We don’t ever discuss who is the greatest Greek rock Band of all time. I’m not sure he has earbuds in his indigo puffy vest to be honest.
SeaDick loves all kinds of music. So do I.
Gramps picnics more at Ravinia then anyone I know and he sees some great shows (Pipes would like Susan and Derek if he would give them a listen).
Angry loves his PJ and likes some of the new progressive stuff. I think we both can thank the Wee One for that . (more on him later).
Mongo has a excellent and varied taste as well….from Jimi to JJ Grey.
Tito always has something playing while golfing… either on a speaker or in his buds. Should have came to FIDLAR Tito!
Gnoob loves Billy Squier. He is an anomaly as usual. He is and will always be the outlier.
And then there is Pipes. Stuck in the vortex of the safe same music over and over.
Pipes and I went to see FIDLAR — a California Skate punk / garage punk band — on Thursday night at Metro in Chicago (a lovely dump). My 18 year old daughter and her friend were with us. I thought the show was great and the crowd was insane. We might have been on the higher range of the age demographic, but the show literally was all ages. We stood by the bar for better beer service and stayed away from the insanely sweaty crowd surfers.
I think Pipes liked it (until the shitfaced hillbilly sox fan plopped his fat ass between us at the bar), but maybe would have enjoyed listening to the juke box at The Lodge more. And, yeah, I know the words to the FIDLAR songs Pipes.
Pipes told me that he likes what he likes. (“you should know what you like by now” might have been his exact phrase) He likes great music too. Bruce. Eagles (Pipes Eagles blog post) Etc. The classic staples of our youth. His playlist might mirror the programming for the radio station 97.1 The Drive in Chicago.
I’d go insane listening to that over and over.
I love the classics. I am a Who guy at my core. I am a Springsteen guy. U2. Stones. Zeppelin. Zevon. Van. I grew up listening to all the classic rock and I love it and listen to those songs all the time. Those songs still evoke certain feelings and memories from the past. I also love the unique music from the 70s 80s and 90s. Hell I have an 8 hour playlist of nothing but the live version of my favorite songs from the classic rock genre.
But — Creativity didn’t stop. Art (and music is an art form) hasn’t stopped. Every band or song you listen to doesn’t have to be from a R&R HOF member band or artist.
Pipes wrote a blog the other day about the programming on Sunday nights on HBO. I watched a lot of the shows he mentioned and I agree with him on all of his points. He also has a great family tradition going on.
Over the years, HBO has been a great place to see great content being created. The Wire. Boardwalk Empire. The Sopranos. GoT. Hell East Bound and Down. Oz was fucked up though…but I still watched it.
People are still creating great stuff.
The same is true for all creative areas…. Movies. Books. Documentaries. Non HBO TV shows even.
Why a person would intentionally limit themselves on actively exploring and experiencing new music does not compute in my brain. You don’t have to like everything. Liking something new will not mean you like the classic stuff any less either. It doesn’t get replaced. Nothing will get diluted or forgotten. You just like more stuff. That’s a good thing.
Thankfully Spotify makes exploring a lot easier today. Following friends lists or certain playlists is a great resource and Spotify itself is really good at recommending what you might like.
But explore for fucks sake. Listen. You will be amazed at what you will find and what you like and appreciate.
You will also be surprised by the talented creative people out there making and performing really good music today. It’s not all shit (and there is a lot of shit don’t get me wrong)
Knowing people who are music fans also helps. Spending 4 straight days at Lolla and a full day at Riot Fest helps too.
Angry’s friend the Wee One puts out a CD of his favorite bands and tunes every December recapping his favorite new artists and songs from the prior year. I received his 2015 picks and was exposed to some great talented new bands. I am looking forward to his CD (or spotify playlist hopefully) this year.
A sample of what was on his 2015 list:
Jessica Hernandez & the Deltas (On SeaDicks best of 2015 list too)
Mongo introduced me to Eric Lindell and JJ Grey and Mofro among others.
SeaDick introduced me to Frank Turner…St. Paul & The Broken Bones among many others…we have been to a few concerts together over the years.
Even my daughter introduced me to Hippo Campus, Fitz and the Tantrums and even Motion City Soundtrack at Riot Fest this past September.
Nothing from Gnoob or Kool yet.
My point is there are some phenomenally talented people out there creating NEW music.
Explore it Pipes. Soak it up. Enjoy it. Don’t be a baby.
Thankfully, My house is always full of music. My daughter will be listening to Halsey in her room. I can hear Sympathy for the Devil playing from the boys bathroom while one of them is getting ready. The other boy is trying to teach himself to play Baba O’Riley on the piano (no wonder he’s my favorite kid)
And my saint of a wife listening to the Eagles Take it Easy in the office. She and Pipes are in the same vortex although she just announced she likes the Revivalists after hearing it on my playlist. “Keep Going” is a good song Pipes and good advice.
Give it a listen.
First off, allow me to be the first to say that I am the biggest fan of HBO Sunday night television ever. Absolute fucking appointment television, and has been for 20 damn years. The Soprano’s, Deadwood, Rome, Game of Thrones, True Detective, The Night Of, Silicon Valley, etc., etc., etc. I plan my week around watching HBO on Sunday nights, and by that I mean I don’t have anything better to do on Sunday nights (unless it is Game 5 of the World Series!!!), so I watch HBO. All the kids come over, the girls cook something delicious (or if it is my night to cook I burn myself and/or slice my hand open) and then we settle in for whatever the latest hit show is. Can’t wait for Sunday nights, which is kinda sad really, but hey, it is what it is. Well lately Sunday nights SUCK, because this Westworld show isn’t worth a shit. Continue reading
Well, I did it again last night. I’m not much of a cook, if we are being honest with one another. I’ve been trying for the last couple years (long story), but all I can cook is stuff from Blue Apron, bad chili and doughy, asymmetrical pizza, and then maybe. But even worse than my cooking are my “knife skills,” which I didn’t even know was a “skill” until IJ sent me a video. Well, my so-called knife skills are awful. I regularly take a chunk out of my hand trying to cut shit up, which is by far the hardest part of cooking, in my view. Last night it was the tip of the ring finger on my left hand while cutting raw chickens. A few weeks ago it was the side of the pinkie on my right hand on what experts call a “mandolin.” Well, whatever you call it, it took the side of my damn hand off and I spent the evening in the emergency room getting a $1,500 band-aid and a tetanus shot, and then only after Jake demanded to know whether I was “going to the emergency room or cook those damn steaks.” Priorities, I guess. Continue reading
So this video dropped today and Jesus H. Christ is this brutal. Anthony Weiner, of course, is the disgraced sexting former congressman from New York and husband of Huma Abedin, the top adviser and right hand woman for Hillary Clinton. Apparently Weiner had a reality TV crew with him filming when his latest dick pics, to a 15 year old nonetheless, went on the news, because of course he did. So here he is with wife Huma as they both find out in real time, and he explains that he will just “try to sell this as something people already know.” Huma is not pleased. Continue reading