Calamity Jane

Yer Old!!

yer still a l'il whippsnipper to me!!

Happy Birthday!

(can I have one of yoru knees if it still works? )

ooops...okay, I get the game now and have deleted the "give-away" in my above post

And Falstaff sings a sorrowful refrain

this is no place for inside jokes or references!!!

(and it's precisely why I understand less than 49% of jambands content. Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it!!!)

content deleted, because THREADS are not what I choose to blow!!!

oooohhhhh! aawfully guilty, but truly heartfelt, be-lated wishes, Adam!!!

Wish I couddda dressed you up in some sparkly disco shoes for the occasion!!!

but that's what I'M talking about!!!

woot woot!

Happy bday you old fuck.

ain't no fuck, like an old fuck (willing to learn new tricks!!!)

sweet jesus.....

vague

suggestive

intriguing

care to elaborate?

Dave,

I have been the beneficiary of your immense capacity for love, patience, integrity, and generosity. You seek to always see the good (and the "god") in others, often to the detriment/denial of your own needs. You are an amazing soul who has stuck by me when I've often felt so much less than deserving. Walking beside me, you teach, you listen, you gently challenge, and you help me grow. I am so grateful you are my partner in this life.

[color:green]CELEBRATING YOUR PRESENCE ON THIS PLANET.....HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVE!

Well, about a year before we were ready for/planning for it, we may be in the market for a new car (unless a mechanic can perform one more life saving maneuver on our hot pink beastie-car.

Has anyone on here purchased the Honda Civic Hybrid? Any stories, advice, caution?

We really need a van/SUV type thing for the fam, but I think the Civic is the only thing in our price range. Again, any guidance youse skanks can offer is always appreciated.

Hey Sarahbelle....how about past, present, or fictional places...any boundaries here? Would the Garden of Eden (Inagadavida) count? Well, guess I'll settle for.....

280. Places on the earth(city,contry, wherever)!

1. Damien Marley- Welcome to Jamrock

2. Jimmy Buffett- Last Mango in Paris

3. Lambchop - Gettysburg Address

4. Tillsonburg - Stompin' Tom Connors

wonderful news!

congratulations all around. When will we get to see pictures?

great news YATS (and all y'all others with plans for more saner, greener pastures.....

Look out the window, what do I see?

Cows hangin' out under spreading trees.

Zoom! They're gone behind the sign

White letters pointing to the long white line

and I'm going to the country

O, la la la la la

I'm going to the country

Sunshine smile on me

I can smell the grass growing in the field

Wind in my hair tells me how it feels

Farm house, silver roof flashing by

Tractor-trailer truck says goodbye with a sigh

And I'm going to the country

O, la la la la la

I'm going to the country

Sunshine smile on me

Birds singing, I'm singing in my bones

Doesn't much matter now where I'm going

Get it when I get there is what I'll do

If I get enough I'll give some to you

And I'm going to the country

O, happy as can be

I'm going to the country

Sunshine smile on me

BRUCE COCKBURN

almost 2 years to the day we left the Big Smog and no regrets. While getting used to more conservative neighbours [we thought we'd eventually find the other freaks...turns out WE'RE the freaks] is a pain, the multitude of other delights has been worth it!

There have been so many songs written about moving to the country (now there's a 12-song game theme!) that clearly there's something to it. Cities and their conveniences will always be there for a visit and occasional thrill, but green + water....ahhhhh, now that = peace and contentment

miss having you more frequently and tangibly in our lives...glad I can find you here sometimes at least, and enjoy your wicked sense of humour. I have so many laugh-lines thanks to you....every one of them a wonderful side-splitting memory. That, and I also miss all the cynical, hopeless, what's-the-point-of-it-all-we're-so-doomed talks interspersed with the perfect Simpsons quotes.

MISS YOU

LOVE YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Happy Birthday Corey.

glad the day is getting better.

how's life with baby?? that's really all the "gift" you need, right? What's she doing these days? Is she reading law books yet? Cheeks still adorably kissable?

(be prepared to be overshadowed from here on in)

269 Songs about Displaced Persons

1. The Band - Acadian Driftwood

2. Calexico - Across the wire

3. Ry Cooder - How Can you Keep On Moving (Unless you Migrate too)

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agreed Jaimoe, but it's hit and miss as stuff gets pulled semi-regularly. For example ALL "Flight of the Conchords" has been down for over a week.

*sigh*

cool!

(are you allowed to be a lawyer if you don't have a middle initial? I'm pretty sure that's why my guidance counselor said I should be an urban planner instead)

yeah, if people have sites to recommend, I'm also interested in more links to streaming sites, as I don't know how to "bit torrent" yet....nor do I really want to save/burn these shows and add to my ever-growing and stress-producing "TO-DO" (as in to watch) list.

I simply want to be able to stream something when the mood strikes.

and Hamilton...what was the name of Betty Davis' first album? I have GOT to track down more of her stuff!

they're called [whispers] Charlie Browns [/whispers]

I have JUST this moment stumbled upon Betty Davis.

O.M.G.

can anyone help me get any more of her stuff???

If I'm in Luck, I Might Get Picked Up

If Shoo-B-Doop and Cop Him

If Betty were singing today she be something like Madonna, something like Prince, only as a woman. She was the beginning of all that when she was singing as Betty Davis.†~ Miles Davis with Quincy Troupe, Miles: The Autobiography

The former wife of Miles, Betty Mabry Davis is perhaps the only woman in the world who could rightfully have the following legend tattooed across her rear: THIS ASS INVENTED FUSION. While their marriage only lasted a year (1968-1969), Betty's impact on the immortal jazz trumpeter was tremendous. Her cutting-edge musical tastes and incomparable sense of style were too much for Miles to resist. A self-righteous 23-year old model, Betty conquered the man twice her age with a potent mixture of youth, beauty, and sex. Within a year, she had completely remade Miles in her own youthful image. As she poured herself into him, his playing grew younger, his outlook fresh. She ripped through his closets, tossing out the elegant suits he had worn for years. This was the late '60s, revolution was in the air, and suits were the uniforms of the Establishment. The time had come to get hip, and Betty pointed the way, introducing Miles to the musical and material gods of revolutionary style: Jimi Hendrix and Sly Stone.

Anyone with half a grip on the past knows that Miles expereiced far more than a wardrobe makeover during his tumultuous Betty year. Deeply influenced by the cosmic rock guitar of Hendrix and the experimental funk of Sly Stone, Miles turned mad genius and unleashed the electrified musical Frankenstein known as Bitches Brew. This monster he created would sadly run amok as fusion lost its soul and became an F word. But for a brief moment during these still glowing days of late '60s Eden, Betty ruled as the mentor-muse for the original man and his music. There are even rumors about an unreleased album of songs that Betty wrote and recorded with Miles and his band.

Betty was fire, and while Miles welcomed the sparks, he knew better than to stay too close for too long. In his autobiography he wrote: “Betty was too young and wild for the things I expected from a woman...Betty was a free spirit, she was raunchy and all that kind of shit.†Rumor holds that Miles broke things off because he suspected that his wife was tangled up in a torrid affair with Jimi Hendrix, an infidelity that she has flatly denied to this day. Miles self-preserved, giving up his good thing in the end.

It might have been enough if the story ended there, but it certainly did not. As Betty's lyrics attest, she was not a tragic woman beholden to any man. This was a woman with the strength of a Black Panther, a woman in total control, a predatory feline fully aware of the power that her beauty and sexuality gave her over men. On her self-titled 1973 debut album, she declares war on love in her raunchy funk masterpiece, “Anti Love Song.†In sharp lines probably directed at her ex-husband, she sings: “No I don't want to love you / 'Cause I know how you are / Sure you say you're right on and you're righteous / But with me I know you'd be right off / Cause you know I could posess your body / You know I could make you crawl / And just as hard as I'd fall for you, boy / You know you'd fall for me harder / That's why I don't want to love you.†Belted out in a ferocious over the top style, “Anti Love Song†is the classic bad girl anthem. It was songs like this, along with the album's openning track, “If I'm In Luck I Might Get Picked Up,†that solidified her notorious image as a “nasty girl.†Unfortunately for Betty, America was not yet ready to embrace a woman with such an explicitly sexual persona. Her outrageously flamboyant image eclipsed her talent. Several of her live shows were boycotted by religious groups and even canceled. Radio steered clear of her unconventional music, judging it too hard for black stations and too black for white ones. Her records didn't sell. Betty vanished from the scene, a rumored victim of a drug overdose.

That the record buying public shunned Betty Davis should come as no surprise. She had a much rougher edge to her music than other female funk and soul artists of the '70s. Song for song,Betty Davis is actually one of the most extreme sounding debut records of the decade. Like Bitches Brew, it takes equal parts inspiration from Hendrix and Sly Stone. Future Journey guitarist Neal Schon gives the music its distinctly hard rock Hendrix edge. The Sly angle is fleshed out by former Family Stone drummer Gregg Errico, who plays on and produces the entire record. Former Sly bassist Larry Graham adds an even more unmistakable sound with his trademark grooves. The roster of other musicians playing on this record is impressive: Patryce Banks, Willie Sparks, and Hershall Kennedy of Graham Central Station; Tower of Power horn players Greg Adams and Michael Gillette; and the Pointer Sisters. All these musicians come together to form a flexible and propulsive band, laying down heavy beats behind Neal Schon's dominant lead guitar and Betty's shocking vocals. One critic aptly described their sound as something like a cross between Tina Turner, Funkadelic, and Sly & The Family Stone.

Like all original sounding music, Betty's voice eludes description, and must be heard. A friend was struck by how contemporary it sounded. It's pretty obvious that she was a major influence on Macy Gray. Betty was a powerhouse, pushing her vocal cords to the limit on every performance. She gave it all up, unpredictably alternating between sexy breathiness, moans, and full throated screams. Her voice is not for the feint hearted, as she drags the listener on an fiery tour of her bad-ass soul. This take no prisoners style of singing can sometimes be a bit much to handle. Make no mistake, Betty's brand of black music is not pleasantly soulful, it's ecstatically hard. Many will find it grating and inaccessible in places. Here was a woman capable of projecting sex in a single sceam, an unsentimental envelope pusher with the raucous pipes of a banshee. Even on the album's only slow song, “In The Meantime,†Betty sings with tongue in cheek sweetness about the dark pleasures in being alone, closing out the record with a promise that she will survive with or without a man.

Way ahead of her time, Betty was the original super freak, a musical extremist who demanded too much from her audience. She came and went with a thunderous roar.

Mike, you should make an informed choice as per Wonderland vs La Ronde, so I think you need to know that at La Ronde (and all Six Flags, I believe) you can buy biere-en-fut (as well as Sangria) and drink openly ANYWHERE in the park....I guess American values are good for something at least!

Awww...

how lovely. I am so truly blessed.

It's been a long, strange trip indeed...lots of learning, lots of love, and just the right amount of tears.

well Dave...I always said I wanted to grow old together...looks like we're halfway there, eh?

okay...I found a video...and now I'm nauseous all over again!!

we bought a family season's pass to Montreal's LaRonde this year (it's now a Six Flags park and membership gives reciprocal entry to ALL Six Flags parks throughout the season...a pretty good deal, imo)

Anyway, now that Six Flags has moved in, the old waterpark that I remembered has been dismantled BUT they've installed a gagillion HUGE roller coasters (okay, maybe only about 8) But they are wicked scary...especially the biggest one, called Goliath. I've lost my taste for coasters over the years, though, and riding them once, just to prove to my kids I'm only 88% chicken, is all I can manage.

YAY!

the unfrozen stone mountain caveman lawyer is back!!!