i just saw a commercial for music rising dot org in which a certain musician who shall remain nameless says, “i don’t know what i would do if i woke up one day and suddenly lost my guitar, but for many people in new orleans, that’s just what happened!”
and then the commercial went on to say that i, yes i, could help put guitars and instruments back in the hands of those who lost theirs in the wake of katrina. and yea, verily i was so relieved. i could not have been more relieved. because the first thing i thought when i saw the utter devastation impacting new orleans and the surrounding region was, “oh no. those poor people. what will become of their guitars?!?!?”
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One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire




















Didn’t you hear the story that they had thought that Fats Domino had died but then they found him floating on a piano? I’m serious!
o danny boy. get outta here with your lie tellin’ you big louse! so what? now i’m supposed to go buy pianos too?