Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 504846)

I didn't say there were two sides. I said you picked a side. I see four sides:

1. Hillary
2. Trump
3. Bernie
4. None of the above

You're in camp 1. And you hate camp 2. Any source arguing 2 sucks and 1 was robbed will be supported by you. Any source arguing 1 sucked, 2 is great, or 2 is okay, will be ripped by you. Any source arguing 3 was screwed by 1 will be recognized, but fought by you on the grounds that 3 was unelectable and unrealistic. Anyone like me, who falls into 4, but enjoys challenging your narratives, will be ripped as a 2 supporter, or 2 enabler.

2 will be in charge. We'll both deal with it. Maybe it'll be great, or a mess, or a fucking disaster. But until I know, I can't whine. But trust me -- if I don't like what I get out of 2, I'll be right there whining with you. But now, this early, that'd be premature. I'll save my bleating until it's warranted.

Originally Posted by Not Bob (Post 504847)

Sebby, only a man without a soul doesn't know a Wendy, a Mary, or a Sandy. And if falling in love with a Rosalita or a (Puerto Rican) Jane is wrong, then I don't wanna be right.

Ty: I received the Springsteen memoir as a generic winter gift-giving holiday present, and am getting ready to start it.

GGG: I think I've told this story before, but Led Zeppelin was so popular at my school that I had to pretend to like them to avoid complete ostracization and the occasional ass-kicking. Listening to Robert Plant's nasally whine still gives me hives.

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower (Post 504839)

The only hip hop I knew in high school was Rappers Delight and Run-D.M.C., which I loved. Sheltered child.

Originally Posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy (Post 504852)

We have all faked the occasional air guitar riff from Stairway to Heaven. It's not the sort of thing we need to be proud of, and we certainly need to keep it from the children.

Hearing that Sebby has never known a Wendy or at least longed for a Rosalita, I understand so much more. Poor Sebby. He was the kid who buttoned the top button on his shirt and listened to Steely Dan and played Ms. Pac Man in the lunchroom while we were all dancing in the gym, wasn't he?

Originally Posted by ThurgreedMarshall (Post 504853)

Oh man.

TM

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 504844)

I still like Zeppelin, but as far as lyrics, when they're singing about Middle Earth, Springsteen's deathtrap seems a much preferable location. Running nowhere with Wendy (good cardio) beats sitting with elders of the gentle race, and watching Mary dance alone might expose me to charges as a peeping Tom, but it beats the darkest depths of Mordor any day.

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower (Post 504855)

I guess I knew The Message and a few other songs. But in fairness, I graduated high school BEFORE there were any albums by Public Enemy, Ice-T, KRS-One, Beastie Boys, NWA, Cypress Hill, De La Soul, Tribe Called Quest, Jungle Brothers, etc., etc. And suburban Boston kids were not all that plugged into what was happening on NYC radio. In the years between when I graduated HS and when you did, things changed a lot in the rap world.

Originally Posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy (Post 504857)

Boston had less of a rap scene than Poughkeepsie in those days. I understand.

On the other hand, Boston did have a punk scene. Even if you weren't ready to descend into the Rat. I still have a blood- spattered t-shirt from the Ramones at the Paradise in 1978.

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower (Post 504858)

I threw away the shirt I was wearing when I saw the Mighty, Mighty Bosstones at The Rat immediately after the concert in a garbage can on the street. Early in the show, someone was hanging from the pipes on the ceiling and broke one, which sprayed water down into the slam pit. Because the Rat had almost no stage, we were stage diving off the band's monitors, but because of all the water, almost every time we launched ourselves into the crowd, everybody slipped and we all fell into this disgusting swamp of water, beer, cigarette butts, and whatever other horrifying fucking filth lived on the floor of The Rat. Fortunately, the bus driver let me ride shirtless on the bus back to my friend's house. I started law school the next day. But yes, your point is a fair one -- I slept on the Boston punk scene in high school with no explanation other than sheltered child.

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower (Post 504855)

I guess I knew The Message and a few other songs. But in fairness, I graduated high school BEFORE there were any albums by Public Enemy, Ice-T, KRS-One, Beastie Boys, NWA, Cypress Hill, De La Soul, Tribe Called Quest, Jungle Brothers, etc., etc. And suburban Boston kids were not all that plugged into what was happening on NYC radio. In the years between when I graduated HS and when you did, things changed a lot in the rap world.

Originally Posted by Pretty Little Flower (Post 504839)

The only hip hop I knew in high school was Rappers Delight and Run-D.M.C., which I loved. Sheltered child.

Originally Posted by SEC_Chick (Post 504861)

The rappiest I got was Young MC and his Stone Cold Rhymin'. I believe I win most sheltered.

Originally Posted by ThurgreedMarshall (Post 504860)

That is true. It was definitely way different back then. I remember getting to college and the only rap music people had heard was Joy and Pain. Good grief.

I wasn't testing your bona fides. I was lamenting your lack of exposure.

TM

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 504837)

Only if you're viewing the thing myopically.

Originally Posted by sebastian_dangerfield (Post 504845)

That you just cited ... Greenwald as Trumpian rubbish is rich.