Well…a couple of things here.

First off, New Year’s Resolution #1 down there…has not been carried out, obviously. This has led to…

New Year’s Revelation #1: I suck.

Ok. well…what else.

AH! My Morning Jacket was on SNL last night, and even though I’m only halfway through the show on our DVR (yes…i suck at keeping up on watching recorded TV, too)…i saw their first performance.

They played a song from their upcoming CD, “Evil Urges”, which comes out June 10. The song is called, “I’m Amazed”, and I REALLY like it. Here it is…

hey…also, they’ll be back in their home city of Louisville in August…you should go check them out…the 2 or 3 of you who actually read this posting.

many of you may have seen the new Ford commercial featuring an awesomely-rocking little song playing in the background.  that song is called “Red Morning Light”, and the band playing that song are the Kings of Leon.  the song is from their debut album, “Youth and Young Manhood”.

if you read this blog at all, you’ll know i’m a huge fan, and i just think these guys don’t get the fan recognition that they should, considering the amount of critical acclaim they get.

here’s a little video of the song (they’ve gotten considerably less “shaggy” since then…much to the dismay of my wife).

I was just informed by my lovely wife that a young poet from Chicago has chosen her as the Best Poet of 2007.

On his website, SugarSkullParade, he talks about her poetry and why it is he chose her.

“Her honesty and commitment to “bleeding on the page” made me feel like a pretender. There is an urgency and authenticity to her writing that makes you sit up in the middle of the night. Or stop everything on a Tuesday afternoon to listen to your own pulse. It is writing that originates in the South, spilled out through the Kentucky backroads and gulleys in a beat-up Ford with traces of meth in the ashtray. Honesty isn’t pretty and there are ghosts of things that never get mentioned at the family picnic. However, in spite of all the bumps and bruises, there is a peace and resolution that settles on the reader of these poems. Read closely. This is no Slyvia Plath. Yes, life is tricky. Life can be absurd. But throughout everything is a thirst for life itself.“

Congratulations, my dear. You deserve it.

and these are in no particular order…

to write on this damn blog REGULARLY.  holy shit, am i ever a mess at this.

as much noise that fills my brain every day, and i can’t take 10 minutes to write some of it down?  pathetic.

time to fix that.

i don’t know if i will ever see anything else that is any more convincing than this video that the end of times is upon us.

this is a video of Karl Rove at some stupid correspondents dinner…where i guess that basically a bunch of old, out-of-touch white people in bow ties get together and try to connect with the masses.

this is not funny…it is scary…and you should not EVER…under any circumstances…try this at home.

the flight of the conchords…

here are the lyrics to the song…

Think about it

There’s children on the street using guns and knives
Taking drugs and each other’s lives
Killing each other with knives and forks
Calling each other names like ‘dork’
There’s people on the street getting diseases from monkeys
Yeah, that’s what I said - they’re getting diseases from monkeys
Now there’s junkies with monkey disease
Who’s touching these monkeys, please
Leave these poor sick monkeys alone
They’ve got problems enough as it is.
Man’s lying on the street
Some punk’s chopped off his head
I’m the only one who stops
To see if he’s dead
Mmm…
Turns out he’s dead.
And that’s why I’m singing
What…what is wrong with the world today?
What is wrong with the world today?
(Jemaine mumbles)
What…what is wrong with the world today?
You gotta think about it
Think think about it.
Good cops been framed and put into a can.
All the money that we’re making is going to the man.
What man?
Which man?
Who’s the man?
When’s a man a man?
What makes a man a man?
Am I a man?
Yes. Technically I am.
They’re turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers.
But hat’s the real cost?
‘Cause the sneakers don’t seem that much cheaper.
Why are we still paying so much for sneakers
When you got them made by little slave kids
What are your overheads?
Well, at the end of your life, you’re lucky if die,
Sometimes I wonder why we even try.
I saw a man lying on the street half dead
With knives and forks sticking out of his leg.
And he said,
“Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
Can somebody get that knife and fork out of my leg, please?
Can somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?”
And then we break it down.
This is where we break it down
Ooh
This is where we break it down
Aah
This is where we do the whoa-o-o-o
Break it down
This is where we build it up now
We build it up now
We build it up now
We build it up now
We build it up now
Build it up
And then we stop

the strokes are one of the bands out there that i find very interesting, and are one of a handful of bands that i think could help turn music back around and point it in a good direction.

here is a very cool video and song, called “you only live once”.
click here to view 

this is copied over from a hilarious chat i just had with my good friend, carl spackler…i’m the Dude (of course, the names have been changed to protect the innocent)….i loved this story…so i felt it only right that i share it. enjoy.

Carl Spackler says:
saturday…we get down there around 4, the childrens are playin outside, and the adults are settin up on the porch…actually i am inside settin in the living room, but it was a nice day so they had the front door opened.

Carl Spackler says:
the childrens are playin, when all of a sudden one of the fathers starts yellin at them to stop. it seems that 3 of them were fighting. well, *lil kid*, who has the worst temper of any kid i have ever been around, takes ill to *grownup #1* yelling at him. *grownup #1* is not *lil kid*s father. *lil kid* is 8.

Carl Spackler says:
*lil kid* starts cussin *grownup #1*, and i quote…”shut the fuck up got damnit, your not my fuckin dad, and you don’t fuckin tell me what to do. you can go to fuckin hell.”

the Dude says:
lmao

Carl Spackler says:
at which point all the other parents start tellin *lil kid* to calm down…he then says, and i quote…”fuck all you guys, you bunch of fuckers, fuck you, got damn fuckin bitches, go to hell, you are a bunch of fuckers”

Carl Spackler says:
picture an 8 year old screamin to the top of his lungs, face red, slobberin and cryin

Carl Spackler says:
if he was my child i would not rest easy

Carl Spackler says:
he might have issues

Carl Spackler says:
so a few hours later we are playin cards, and he wants to play…it really pisses me off when the dads let their kids play, anyway *daddy* lets *lil kid* sit down and start playin…and with luck he wins like 2 hands in a row. so i am like i am not lettin this little fucker take anymore of my money and i am gonna teach these dads a lesson.

(Read on …)

i really don’t want to sound old.

i hate the thought of getting old.

one of my wishes, if granted 3, would be to be for immortality. i would want to live forever. now i’d have some conditions…when i’m 900 years old, i don’t want to have the body and mind of a 900 year old man…just sort of freeze my age where it is now and let it rip. a lot more people than i would have ever expected would NOT choose immortality if given an option, for various reasons. one of my main reasons for wanting to hang around for the rest of time is that i want to see the world change…see PEOPLE change…i want to know how it all works out. i want to see if we finally get our shit together or if we just fuck it all up.

thing is, if i just take a look at how things have changed just during my lifetime, the thoughts of seeing a FOREVER of change seems a little depressing.

so, at the risk of sounding old, i just have to say that it makes me sad to see how much things have changed over the years and to realize how much more they are going to change. change can be good. just ask anyone around here who has made the switch from a dial-up connection to DSL about the change…take a peek at the Discovery Channel in High Definition…eat a piece of slightly undercooked pork without worrying about getting a hookworm…change, in many cases, is definitely good.

(Read on …)

and i don’t mean the end…i mean the people.

just when you thought disco dancing was over and gone, this revolutionary video will no doubt bring it back into the spotlight. hell, i plan on studying it for some moves to use at my upcoming wedding.

i mean, you start gettin’ your groove on like this, and the party is ON!

so, without further ado, i give you…

Finnish Disco With Ã…ke Blomqvist