Joe Cocker, holy fuck can you sing like Ray Charles. And your epilepsy turned dancing is the sugar in our hully gully tea. You scream, you make us cry, you scream again, you make our hips shake, and when you cry, we scream.

You might be a Last Waltz person. Hell, you might even be a Festival Express person. Us, we’re all of those things, but mostly we’re Mad Dogs and Englishmen people. In 1970, Cocker brought along an enormous band of idiots and Leon Russells and did a bunch of covers way better than you. Find me something better than this and I’ll give you my allowance for a goddamn month. Delta Lady, you are mine. All fucking mine.

MP3: Joe Cocker – Cry Me A River (From Mad Dogs & Englishmen)

Posted: May 28th, 2008 under Music/Movies/Books.
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It’s almost June. Now that the sun is a shining and the snow is a melting and the birds are a chirping and the screen doors are a slamming and the coffee is a boiling and the wash needs a hanging and the dogs are a barking and the floor needs a scrubbing, lots more outdoor activities will be a taking place. Obviously. And what is the best way to spend a night outside before you get in your tent to pretend you’re not scared of the dark? Euchre. No question. If you don’t know how, call in sick from work tomorrow, and spend the day learning. You ain’t never going to go back. Euchre is no secret. Anyone will tell you. And no cheating. Cause it’s pretty darn easy to do. Just don’t get caught.

Cause Here In Topeka…

Posted: May 28th, 2008 under Camping.
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