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Driving (New Song) – MP3
Another Way to Lie Take 1 – MP3
Another Way to Lie Take 2 – MP3
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Hank Vegas: The Saga Continues…
Last weekend at the Rodenberry House in Juliette, GA, Hank Vegas & The White Lightnin’ made another step in the direction of what will be most assuredly world domination by the end of the year. For all of the fans who have been asking for this stuff (and you know who you are) here’s a little taste. More to come.
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Pat on the Back
Hey! Hey! all you little people. Marines.com won the Site of the Year Award from Favorite Website Awards, and aren’t we proud?!?! That goes with our Communication Arts site of the week award (there’s only 52 of them per year), and the Adweek article written about the site. Goes to show you how well an semi-ex-Marxist can lead a project to an end that he never foresaw. Now, let’s get a few more boys to sign up for the futile war for the lustful crude. and to get revenge for ole papa Dubya!
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Collateral Damage
Reporter: Can you explain the effect that a 100 pound bomb has on anyone who is nearby the explosion?
These bombs do more in seconds than a team of dentists do in a full day.
Colonel: Basically, the sheer force and shockwave of a 100 pound bomb will knock the teeth out of anyone in a half-mile radius.
Reporter: Can you describe the humanitarian efforts being made, specifically what types of food are we dropping for the people living in the area?
Colonel: [Chuckle] Various things like beef jerky and peanut brittle. -
Hwy. 29
Time measured in dotted and solid yellow lines as we cross the Lone Star State. Debris blows all around the highway tonight as assorted beer cans from assorted truck stops clank and roll under the seats of the 1970 Ford Sport Custom, 3 on the tree. We cruise through west Texas at the speed of sound, it seems, as the AM radio just loses the last remnants of a classic country station. Willie sings “grew up dreaming…” and then the fade to white noise.
White heat rises from a desert and we have an extra 5 gallon bucket full of gas which once held yard herbicide in the tail, and a large funnel, for we have heard that these trips can require such desparate measures. Beer gotten at various truck stops along the way leads me to doubt the commitment to the given clientele, or doubt the 18 wheelers, lorries, that move along the road beside us heading to points further in the southwest. Some even as far as the coast, packed with Texas crude oil and petroleum of varying grades.
Tonight we are running. Running from something ‘larger than us’, otherwise we should stay and fight, but we realize the feds or locals are gonna catch up with us quickly unless we get the jump on them, and that meant a departure from Georgia in the middle of the night. -
Bathroom
Scene in bathroom 3.36 hours after our protagonist’s departure. This is what she said: “Do you think I’m a sexual person?” I said: “I don’t know, probably.” She said: “Well, actually I’m not a very sexual person. What made you think I am?” I said: “Your lips.”
This conversation took place in the downstairs bathroom just off the kitchen. She’d dragged me there to escape the raging New Year party that filled the rest of the house. We’d only just met – I sat on the edge of the bath while she locked the door. -
E-mail
Subject line of email received today:
“Complimentary free gift at no charge!” -
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Greens for money. It was the greens that made me want to kill her.
Well, the lack of really. She was from some suburb of
Chicago, something with a W in it, Winetco, or
Wilmont, something with a W. Like coming from Chicago
excused her from knowing about these things.“You never heard of it?”
“Nope.”
That’s all she said the first time I asked her. Nope.
Just a simple nope while she kept on mashing the
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New Year
The Sky is Falling! The Sky is Falling! It hasn’t been the best new year so far. I’ve been in a funk and the walls that surround me seem to be tumbling, which could be freeing, but they also hold up the roof, and it is now falling on me. As we are building up the troops near Iraq, my troubles seem to coagulate as well. Dubya says he is doing all possible to avert while we continue to clog, and I seem to be ignoring my own little clot.
I can throw myself into work, into the charts and graphs, checklist, budgets and schedules and try to forget that the sky is falling. falling gently all over Georgia tonight. Skyfall is general all over the Southeast tonight. It is rain and hail, touches of snow in the higher altitudes, and chicken eggs across the coastal plains.
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Godammit
Hollywood star, Gillian Anderson, plays an FBI agent on TV. Paraphrase of Josh Joplin quoting Phil Ochs:
At times like these, sometimes the most revolutionary act can be to turn our backs and attempt to create something beautiful
I’ve been through all of this with you before. I am tired of the pessimism. My mother was the queen of ruined holidays. My father the king of mellow. Eat your goddamn chocolate. Have your Christmas crackers and pudding. Play God Save the Queen at top volume on the hi-fi and pretend that your country is still the steward of the language. Godammit I am going to enjoy the holiday this year, come hell or high water.
I would steal your keys at a bar, you kindly spoken pansy boy, and run as fast as I could into the streets of that town. I’d take the hell, and highwater, the fifths of bourbon on the way, and a couple of chocolates just for myself. I’d run in and out of movie theaters like I was Bruce Willis, you asshole. And I really am. You may not recognize me, but you have seen my movies….
But alas, tonight, for once, I have faith in the world. It came in the singing of Closer to Fine, a song I thought I had given up some 10 years ago. A taburnacular resonating of sweet chords that were familiar and strong and strange. All bosses gone, and a night of semi-abandon. And all I can say is I love you all.
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Humbug
I’m opting out. I’m opting out of everything: capitalism, relationships, social conformity, the legal system, fashion and especially Christmas.
I do not want to take part, thank you very much. I don’t want to traipse around town looking for gifts that will be under-appreciated and consigned to the we’ll-find-some-use-for-it-but-for-now-we’ll-hide-it-under-the-bed pile. I don’t want to write any Christmas cards – but I’ll have to. For God’s sake, I’m an atheist!
I do want to drink to excess and tell my parents things I would never tell them when sober. And I do want to see those friends I haven’t seen for six months. I do want to eat the turkey and all that chocolate. I don’t want the have-you-got-a-girlfriend conversations with distant relatives. Please don’t make me go through another Christmas.