Ragged Clown

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Battle of the Bands

I wish I could figure out that newfangled way of embedding YouTube videos in my blog. Then I could embed this one – Battle of the Bands.

That reminds me. I caught Dylan singing Rock Lobster yesterday. Doing that jerky-punch-everyone-around-you dance is my fondest memory from Jacko’s 21st birthday party (what was that dance called?) where I first heard the B52s. My second favourite memory is the delicious selection of Yop-based cocktails that I invented that night – the most memorable of which was named Sunset over Lichtenstein – but for some reason I don’t remember anything after the cocktails.

Anyway. I was devastated when I realized that I had thrown out my copy of The B52s when I got rid of the convertible since it had the last cassette player I was likely to own. I only had a few cassettes but they will definitely all need replacing. I am ashamed to say that I no longer own Bat Out of Hell, Janis Joplin’s Greatest Hits or anything by Simon and Garfunkel. Maybe someone who loves me will read this and buy me one for Christmas.

Oh. And while I am on the topic. How come every American my age knows all the words to The Love Shack but none of them have heard of Planet Clare or 6060842? What’s up with that?