The Beatles: Please Mr. Postman video and lyrics

This is a very early Beatles tune...a cover of Please Mr. Postman, written by W. Garrett, B. Holland, F. Gorman, G. Dobbins & R. Bateman. The video is, naturally, an old American Bandstand style lip sync rendition, but still fun to watch nonetheless.





(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mister Postman

Please Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there's a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine

There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Pleas Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me

I've been standin' here waitin' Mister Postman
So patiently
For just a card, or just a letter
Sayin' he's returnin' home to me

(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there's a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine

So many days you passed me by
See the tears standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leavin' me a card or a letter

(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there's a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time

(Why don't you check it and see one more time for me, you gotta)
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see

(C'mon deliver the letter, the sooner the better)
Mister Postman
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You Owe It To Yourself (pop-up of the week)

The most curious pop-ad I experienced this week. A toothsome, curly-haired young woman, staring entranced at a palm holding about $50,000 in $100 bills.

Need more money?

It's easy.

If nothing else,

You owe it to yourself

To get our free kit

All you need is desire

We'll handle the rest.

Click here.

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Go Larry Craig, go! Idaho Republican Senator decides to stand tall

You may recall, on August 30th, we wrote a fan letter to Senator Larry Craig (and begged for an autographed photo):

"...I don't care what the Idaho Statesman or the New York Times say...I want you to stand fast and fight! Sure, they may be trying to railroad you with these trumped up charges, but please!!!!! stay the course! Do not resign or apologize! You fought valiantly against same sex marriage..."

As it turns out, the Senator did just that. After hinting that he would resign at the end of September (much to the relief of the Republican high command as well as the rank and file), Senator Craig backed off from his earlier promises and has decided to stand fast. To the horror of the G.O.P., the Senator will remain an issue throughout the election cycle, until his term expires in January, 2009. Throughout the upcoming election, voters will be treated to callbacks of the oral and anal outrages Senator Craig villified (in his public life, at least), not to mention replays of the foot tapping bathroom-cruising episode, and as always, a list of the G.O.P. miscreants who have been caught in gay acts over the last year!

Do we think that All This Is That played a small part in the Senator's decision to remain in the Senate? We'd like to think so! But then, we never did receive that personally autographed photo. In case you think we are being disingenuous, please understand that we want nothing more than for the Senator to remain in office as long as possible. Go, Senator, Go! As Frank Valli wrote: "Walk like a man/fast as I can/walk like a man from you..."

Go, Senator, Go! This is going to be a lot of fun. Not only have you helped open up a national debate on gay rights and other issues, but you have helped educate the American public on cruising behavior. Many more of us now know what it means when that black oxford in the next stall begins tapping and sidling over.

Other recent articles here on Senator Larry Craig:

1. G.O.P. rethinks policies on gays in light of recent events
2. Dear Senator Larry Craig: Send me an autographed photo, and stay the course!
3. Senator "Wide Stance" Larry Craig defends his men's room actions and swears "I am not gay" - Bonus content: Link to a latrine debacle reenactment
4. Another Republican cork soaker takes a fall: Senator Larry Craig busted in the men's room scouting for man on man action
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My eight favorite Austin music clubs and dive bars

Beerland sign

Stubbs BBQ (Great outdoor shows. I've been to five shows there, and they were all excellent. A great crowd, mixing cowboys, students, fans, and tourists. Grab a Shiner's Bock and enjoy.)


Jimmy LaFave playing with Lucinda Williams and Kevin Welch at Austin's Hole In The Wall (one of my favorite Austin dives, and where Roger Wallace plays regularly)

Hole In The Wall (A most excellent dive, a couple of blocks from Ruby's BBQ, my second favorite Austin barbecue spot...after The Salt Lick).

Guero's (An indoor restaurant with very good Tex-Mex food. But I usually hang out at their outdoor music court with excellent slurpy-machine Margaritas. Guero's is located next door to my favorite hotel, The Hotel San Jose).

The Continental Club (Across the street from The San Jose and the Austin Motel, and Guero's...often featuring classic country and Texas Blues).



Beerland (A great rockin' club, near Stubbs and Emo's. Beer and rock...a classic pairing).

Emo's (Punk, alt, rock down the block from Stubbs).

Antone's (A classic Austin joint, often with big touring shows).

Ginny's Little Longhorn Saloon (The Austin home of honky-tonk. A great dive. If you're lucky, you might be there on a night when Dale Watson is playing. There is never a cover. Don't miss Sundays, when they play Chicken S**t Bingo,...wherever the chicken defecates is the next number).


Ginny's
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Two more Jeri Kehn Thompson Photos

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Here are two new Jeri Kehn Thompson photographs--one in full-lizard mode, and one in Jackie Kennedy arm-candy mode--as well as links to our earlier Kehn photo round-ups.

New photographs of Jeri Kehn Thompson on the campaign trail (and a couple of her husband Fred too)

A Jeri Kehn Thompson cameo appearance in a Fred Thompson campaign video, four new Jeri Kehn photographs, and a Mrs. Fred Thompson photo roundup

Jeri Kehn
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Del Brummet's Evolution

Del Brummet and The Isla Nublars have released a new song, Evolution, a funny (and maybe just a little sad) song about a bird wistfully thinking back on his dinosaur ancestors and how they ruled the earth and did just what they wanted. Click here to hear the song.

A history of Dino rock icons The Isla Nublars (from their MySpace site):

"After starting out in their parent's basement in Seattle, The Isla Nublars found themselves at the top of the the Dino rock scene in 2007 with their debut album, Abducted!. The band's latest album, Delicious, fuses Del Brummet's introspective lyrics with jangling guitars to somehow pump out a bevy of chart-topping gems. With standout tracks like "Space The Infinite Frontier," already certified platinum in Europe, The Isla Nublars can count on loads of future success. "

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Video and lyrics: Fleetwood Mac's Go Your Own Way

I have always had a soft spot for Lindsay Buckingham's music. Here is my favorite Fleetwood Mac song (a YouTube fan video, of course...but you do get to hear the song). The video beneath this is him performing the same song 20 years later on 1997's FM reunion tour. He was having a far, far better hair day!








Go Your Own Way
by Lindsey Buckingham

Loving you
Isnt the right thing to do
How can I ever change things
That I feel

If I could
Maybe Id give you my world
How can i
When you wont take it from me

You can go your own way
Go your own way
You an call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way

Tell me why
Everything turned around
Packing up
Shacking up is all you wanna do

If I could
Baby Id give you my world
Open up
Everythings waiting for you

You can go your own way
Go your own way
You an call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way
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On being Jack - definitions and photos of some famous Jacks

Jack Kennedy tries to calm down LBJ

1. any of the various portable devices for raising or lifting heavy objects short heights, using various mechanical, pneumatic or hydraulic methods: an automobile jack.
2. Also called knave. a playing card bearing the picture of a soldier or servant.
3. A connecting device in an electrical circuit designed for the insertion of a plug: a telephone jack.
4. Informal. fellow; buddy; man.

The fictional CEO of Jack In The Box


Little Jack Horner

5. a) One of a set of small, six-pointed metal objects or pebbles used in the game of jacks. b) jacks, a children's game in which objects are tossed and gathered while bouncing a rubber ball.
6. any of several carangid fishes, of the genus Caranx.
7. Slang for money.

Jack Kerouac

8. a small flag flown at the bow of a vessel, symbolizing its nationality.

9. A sailor.

10. Lumberjack.

Jack The Ripper

Jack Paar

11. Jackass. A foolish person. A mule or donkey.

12. Jacklight.

13. a device for turning a spit.

14. a small white bowl or ball used as an aiming mark for lawn bowlers.

Jack Nicholson

Jack Lemmon

15. a young male salmon before its migration.

16. Falconry. the male of a kestrel, hobby, or a merlin.

17. Slang. nothing: You don't know jack. Jack squat. Jack shit.

Jack Black

18. Slang. a physically attractive and desirable male.

19. to lift or move (something) with or as if with a jack (often followed by up): to jack up a car.
20. to increase, raise or accelerate (prices, wages, speed, etc.) Usually used with the word "up," Jacked-up, sped up.

Jack Dempsey

21. to boost the morale of; encourage, usually followed by up.

22. to hunt or fish with a jacklight.

23. Slang. to steal, or to have something stolen.

Jack Benny

Jack Straw

24. Slang. to mess up something or someone: You got jacked.
25. to hunt or fish with a jacklight.
26. jack off, Slang: to masturbate.
27. Carpentry. having a height or length less than that of most of the others in a structure: jack rafter; jack truss.
28. Middle English Jakke used in addressing any male, and particularly a social inferior,


Jack and the beanstalk

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Digital art: The Jihad

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Poem: On seeing the photo of a long lost friend

These pictures open a door

I thought was shut forever.

Behind the door is a friend

Who never got to go grey.

The door creaks open

And I am afraid to look inside.

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Ouch! Reusable, recyclable, and refreshing toilet paper

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Reusable, recyclable, and refreshing invigorating toilet paper

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Further ruminations on Phil Kendall

Hobart, Mort, and Pomeroy - click to enlarge

I have been enjoying the slow accumulation of writings, and letters and photos on the Philip Kendall blog, a site dedicated to the memory of our late, great friend. The three gents pictured above were one of my strongest impetuses for going to college. As I explained here earlier (or maybe it was there), Mort drew me in, and soon enough, Jerry a/k/a Bart, and Philip a/k/a Pomeroy (later Root), were my brothers. We knew we would be friends for life. I think we even talked about that sometimes.

We talked frequently about our good fortune, how "this is the life," and how studying, reading, drawing, drinking wine, talking and telling whoppers and jokes all night, partying, scheming for girls, and immersing ourselves in music was as good as life would ever be. We knew--despite our relative poverty, living on food stamps, and just barely scraping by--that our friendships and the life we were leading was as good as it gets. As it turns out, as life goes on, other things come to fill the vacuum. But nothing has ever taken the place of Phil and he is memorialized as a special case, because he is fixed in time. When he died in early 1975, Richard Nixon was still President, the world was billions of people smaller, the Vietnam war still raging, and Elvis Costello, CDs, bottled water, global warming, and PCs were still years away. Willie Nelson was a fresh-faced kid! When you look back in time, there is the young face of Philip, fixed in that distant, analog world.

This photo is taken at 1636 Humboldt Street in Bellingham the year before I moved in with them.

I have about five poems and stories about Phil in germination, but I've been struggling with them. It's difficult to make connections and to trace the heartline across this vast lacuna of 33 years. Jerry Melin also died long before his time. But his time was to last 25 years longer. Jerry died before he was fifty, and in those years there were countless letters and later, emails; drawings and doggerel; dinners and drinks; a shared vacation; road trips, children, visits, and phone calls. Philip is fixed in time as a fresh-faced 21 year old, and I can't even really think of him as an adult because he just barely got there. Kevin Curran and I were remarking that as big a part of our lives as he became, the time we knew him was only a few short years. In those few short years we developed a bond that was stronger than most of the friendships I've had since. And it has now come back to haunt me. The haunting is not the regrets and the slow missing of those many years; I am haunted by not being able to remember everything he ever said and did because in such a short transit and eclipse every action and every word takes on a far greater import than it would had he been able to live the last 3/4 of his life.

Seeing his face again re-opens the wounds of his death, but also the joy we had in knowing him. The pain of his death only slowly waned, and never entirely went away. His death has always been painful to remember. We just didn't have enough time. Whenever I look at that face, it reminds me of everything that has passed these last 33 years, and how he would be horrified and amused to see all that has transpired. What would he think of the war, genital grooming, tattoos and hardware, computers, punk rock, indy music, iPods, digital cameras, situational ethics, modern literature. Would he still love Dylan Thomas and Shakespeare? Would he have liked Miles Davis, Charlie Mingus, and John Coltrane, or Buck Owens and Bob Wills? Would he still love The Grateful Dead and Bob Dylan? Pieter Brueghel? Tuna fish sandwiches? William Blake? I'll never know.
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