Jacob has a very eclectic taste in music. He’s only thirteen and already he’s a musical snob. He knows what he likes and hates what he doesn’t. There is no middle ground with him. Fortunately, he has very good taste in music. Of course, isn’t it ironic that I call him out as a snob and yet it’s perfectly acceptable for me to be so judgmental? No, it’s not. I am not an ironic person.
While helping me make dinner and do the dishes tonight he popped in Led Zeppelin. He discovered Led Zeppelin because he really likes the White Stripes and the reason he likes the White Stripes is because I turned him onto them.
(Which is not to say that he likes everything I like. I like Pearl Jam and Nirvana, but when I shared those with him, thinking he would really like them, he just wasn’t interested. He likes a few Nirvana songs and I think he’s warming to the rest, but on the whole he’s not a fan. I got a couple Kings of Leon for Christmas and after listening to both, I decided it wasn’t his cup of tea. I didn’t share it with him because I had already made the decision he wouldn’t like them. When he heard me playing them in the car he asked if he could put them on his iPod. So, I guess I just don’t have a clue. Is the point of that story.)
But I digress. So, where were we? Oh yeah. The point is, he likes the White Stripes and I commented one day when he had them on the that they reminded me a lot of Led Zeppelin. He said, “Who?” I said, “Shhh Shhh. Don’t say that too loud. They’ll come and take you away.” I let him listen to some and he loved it. I got him the anthology for Christmas.
He rinsed while I washed and we started talking Led Zeppelin and the similarities between the bands in the songs as they came on. He said, “You know what I think? I think all these good, new rock bands are the reincarnation of all the classics. They’re just born again to rock out.”
“So, when the old bands died, they became reborn as new rock bands?”
“Yeah, that’s what I think.”
Well, that would explain why the old bands suck when they try to reunite as well as all the similarities in music stylings, yes? They are actually already musically dead and they just refuse to lay down and accept it.
Keith Richards, I’m looking at you.
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
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













I think a lot of it has to do with today’s bands listening to Led Zepplin, Deep Purple, Black Sabbath etc when they were helping their moms do the dishes in their early teens…….
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