So, while this issue of CityBeat is devoted to all the excellent original bands of San Diego (CityBeat
staffers are notorious OMSs), I tip my hat to the red-headed
stepchildren of the scene, and will hopefully change some minds to boot
I’m like Rachel in the movie The Ring. Whenever
the phone rings, my heart stops for fear the caller might be a little
girl with wet, black hair who will want to talk about band camp for an
hour. This is why I am so grateful for all the communication technology we have today.
Whether you believe newborn babies are miraculous gifts
from God or subterranean alien vampire-rats bent on draining your life
force, can we at least agree that songs about babies tend to suck rusty buckets of contaminated amniotic fluid?
How is it possible that all the over-reactionistas and followers of The John Lennon Church of Latter Day Music Snobs don’t recognize that redesigning old songs is an exciting and unpredictable part of the music scene.
The bill is called the National Defense Authorization Act
(NDAA) for Fiscal Year 2012, and it basically does what all previous
NDAA bills have done—fund the military—the only difference being that
this one has a provision that desecrates the Constitution, the founders,
civil liberties, puppies and everything else that is right and good
about the U.S.A.
This is why I can’t wait for Dec. 22, 2012. Because there will be not one, but thousands of
kooky soothsayers who will have to backpedal like hell once Mayageddon
is proven to be horse shit. And I know it’s horse shit for three
What is going rogue, you ask? Going rogue is
buying or doing something so wonderful, thoughtful, bla bla bla for
your wife, that it causes all the women of the inner circle to blurt to
their husbands, “How come you don’t buy me no iPad!?”
On Nov. 1, Congress passed a non-binding resolution to reaffirm “In God We Trust” as the national motto. There are two problems with this. The first, and most glaring, is that “In God We Trust” is a terrible motto.