I’m loathe to explore this but I must because I just don’t understand the premise of restringing speech in the first place. I for one want it all out.

This week, The Pretenders.

I get excited and joyful when I find myself in a real-time conversation online. I love the to and fro when everyone knows their involved in real time. There are lots of afterworders out there that find themselves wishing that they had been awake at the same time so as to participate. They feel excluded not by the members but just because of the globe. The upside. The upside is that I can post this when you’re all unconscious.

I’m 54 going on 55 but you’d never know it, neither would I. And there in lies my problem I’d like you all to solve with your sooth teeth. I’m hoping that you’ve experienced the malaise that I’m going through and will guide me through the process. I’m a strong believer in sometimes you just have to make yourself do stuff. I’ve done that. My problem is I don’t know what stuff to make myself do anymore. Am I making sense? I’m terrified that I’ve set myself up to do an afterword podcast but I’m excited about it too. I haven’t even done it yet but I’ve played it out in my mind a dozen times and it’s okay. Won’t you please, please help me, help me, help me, whoo!

I’m contravening rules established here etiquette wise because I’m one short of a Quorum. I need one more personage to step up and commit to joining me on an adventure of logic, nonsense and fun.

How to begin this. Well my dog died as you know and though I still have two dogs left, ‘Bark’ was my baby. Two weeks ago my wife pointed out that we had a Robins nest on our front porch. I was hooked. I looked up how long they nest for (5 Weeks). I’m looking after these babies! Every morning now, cause it’s still ongoing, I check on the nest from a distance. When I get home I do the same thing. I’m happy to report that we have four thriving little Robins eager to enter the fray.

La Folie by the Stranglers. At the time I was unimpressed by this album but now forty odd years later it’s one of my favourites. I don’t think it was the songs so much as it was how they sounded. The production I guess. Much like beauty stab. I love them both now. Have you encountered this anomaly yourself?

I’m definitely doing this but we need willing participants to step up and commit to joining in. Will you sign up for japes and laughs and maybe a bit more serious discussion? I’d love for you to join myself and Twang as we dissect what scared us and what made us love old New Year’s Eve parties. Who’s in?

See, moose. It’s all his fault. Dragging up threads from long ago. Not only that, but long ones too! It was okay in the beginning when it was just everfair but now it’s nightly and is plain discombobulating for the average viewers. Censure would seem to be in order.

Rewind. Fast forward.

https://youtu.be/wQiH9-JDC28

Not Lazarus?

(Malcolm Gladwell) In this series we’ll be examining a song that only comes along once in a lifetime and start to wonder at it’s beauty and complexity. I think you know where I’m going with this. So let’s start with Still life in mobile homes. Where will it take us? Let’s find out…

I’ve taken a break from music for about a couple of weeks now. I find that I can’t get no satisfaction from it at present but I still need something. I turned to podcasts. I have been rewarded. Hopefully at some point I might even enjoy music again. But the podcasts are just so evolutionary. They are absolutely amazing! Stories told that are mysterious and mystifying and usually right in our face. I’m hooked on a few right now. Real Dictators episodes of Hitler’s rise to power has to be heard to be believed.

I posted something similar about a year ago. I love old footage, who doesn’t. Anyhoo I thought I should create a thread where if you come across old film footage this is the place to post it.

Obviously. My question to you is though, would you play cards with Dan Mcgrew?

Endlessly sometimes I would struggle to get back home. I would often retrace my steps back to the beginning to beguine again. Then, all of a sudden after years of repeating the same mistakes it occurred to me, what if I click on my own icon? Suddenly there it was. The holy grail of one’s own destiny on The Afternoon. Share with us won’t you, any tips or tricks you’ve learned along the way?

I absolutely love this footage. It seems so yesterday even though it was a long time ago both in time and psyche. The mechanics too of making a film seems hard to grasp. Where do you start? How do you corral that kind of production? In my opinion this is the apogee of the group. My name’s Brian and so is my wife’s.

I love a good meandering when I’m writing a sentence on my phone and a suggestion for the next word appears. All of a sudden it opens up an avenue for silliness and sometimes I can’t resist the path of nonsense. I love Stephen Colbert’s Quarantine while’s opening for the very same reason. So. Let’s have it, Afterworders. The only reason why we didn’t get a hold for the chipotle sauce was that it wasn’t too spicy. Take it away!!

I’m loving Tim Harford’s cautionary tales and Lost Hills.( That Cece bird is one dangerous deluded blonde) I’ve just subscribed to the Dicktators podcast and am in to episode three of the Dick known as Hitler. Fascinating stuff but still a dick. How’s about y’all?

It’s Saturday afternoon the 17th of April 2021 and it’s scorching outside. 25 degrees Celsius currently. I’m on the Juliet deck drinking and listening to swordfish trombones. How’s your summer going?

I’ve been listening today to Arslan’s Bowie podcast with Stuart Maconie going on about Diamond Dogs and who could come up with something similarly brave. I think we have the answer here.

Well this is just extraordinary in so many ways. I feel like I want to get on a coach to a 1970’s wedding reception where all the family gets drunk and sings into the wee hours after Uncle Derek beats the shit out of the best man for spilling his pint. Happy days. Do you remember?

https://youtu.be/ah8NijOSyvI

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