Song of the DAY: Oh Yoko! - John Lennon

The song of the day (if not already clear from the title of this post) is "Oh Yoko!" by John Lennon.

Opening with a quick, kicking drum lick, foreshadowing the song's propulsive rythmic base, the country rocker begins: "In the middle of the night I call your name."

Simple lyrics expressing profound need and love. And, it swings enough to call it danceable.

Speaking of danceable the Arctic Monkeys "I bet you look good on the dancefloor" is ass-shakealicious.

The Handshake Drugs

I can't make a decent martini. It's a god damned shame. I'm so talented in so many other ways, but I can't make my favorite tasty beverage.

This is hell - to have the means to make a perfect martini, but continually failing to achieve even mere adequecy.

My mediocore martinis burden my soul. My manhood is shattered. My alcoholism is embarrased. I weep over my impotence as a confectioner of intoxicants.

So I sit here alone, sipping on dry gin w/ the outlines of vermouth nipping at the back of my throat. There is no smoothness to it. It tastes like the afterburn of a mulberry jet fighter.

But I sip, and I sip some more. The onset of inebreation makes my 'tini a little tastier.

Actually, after six sips, it's not that bad.

Reborn - Again

No Monkeys died. Today, it is reborn. After more than a year of inactivity, Rothko returns with a new blog. Hopefully, it will display more wits, smarts and maturity than the last - but that seems unlikely.

We'll be talking music, movies, and the law - probably lots of antitrust, probably lots of links to above the law, probably nothing more than you already know.

Welcome back. I'm happy to be with you again.