Found this on a gun site. I spend a decent amount of time on gun websites, researching weapon details for fiction I'm either writing or editing. I don't know if the gun lobby is genuinely afraid of Obama or just using this opportunity for marketing, but I see it as promising that someone working for peace is seen as frightening. The need for AK47's in the hands of individuals is an extrapolation of the 2nd Amendment that I can't dismiss altogether, despite the number of nuts who may hold it. Trust in government is not one of my strong points. Of course, neither is trust in individuals, which is why I would feel a damn sight more comfortable with restrictions on assault weapons. Peace and love, eh?
It takes me awhile to put these lists together, and this is by no means final, but 1978 is to my ears one of the greatest years in rock music, and Jenny was curious so I put it together. God knows what I've left out, I didn't go through my records before doing this, just put it together tonight. Suffice to say, any big name bands left off this list were left off intentionally, but there are other things I need to work on tonight so I'm putting this up pretty quickly. And apparently I have a lot of albums from 1978 - of the zillion things left off, I think Willie Alexander's album would've been # 21. Here goes:
1 Pere Ubu Dub Housing 2 Talking Heads More Songs About Buildings and Food 3 Johnny Thunders So Alone 4 Magazine Real Life 5 David Johansen David Johansen 6 Joe Ely Honky Tonk Masquerade 7 Wire Chairs Missing 8 The Clash Give Em Enough Rope 9 Bob Dylan Street Legal 10 Lou Reed Street Hassle 11 Pere Ubu The Modern Dance 12 The Adverts Crossing the Red Sea With The Adverts 13 Bruce Springsteen Darkness On The Edge of Town 14 Southside Johnny Hearts of Stone 15 NRBQ At Yankee Stadium 16 The Buzzcocks Another Music In A Different Kitchen 17 Siouxsie & The Banshees The Scream 18 Big Star Sister Lovers 19 DMZ DMZ 20 Elvis Costello This Year's Model
I was invited to a party by J.D. Salinger The house was hard to find It was a surprise party for Thomas Pynchon B. Traven was there Sam Beckett monopolized conversation, with his gestures Borges wrote down the whole thing But ascribed the transcription to someone else A man perhaps fiction Whose pen and paper themselves Would have required invention If I had not been there to witness The guest of honor revealing Less than everyone knew.
In a room like this We suppose the desk exists Because we put things on it And the drinks do not spill That is, we do not see them spill We still think we drink them As we do not hear Salinger or Pynchon or Traven or Beckett Or myriad others who have not spoken Yet they cover their ears Because what we sense as silence They hear as screams And even if they are wrong Their interpretations of hallucinations Are far more lucid Than yours or mine of reality. The question becomes Why do they call it a party?