The Margaret Explosion’s season just started at the Little Theater Cafe on East Avenue, in Rochester, New York every Wednesday night at 7:30.
Margaret Explosion is a group that’s been called “one of the most exciting bands in Rochester” by a music critic for our largest newspaper. At the door, say “Franco sent me” and there won’t be a cover charge – really!
Here’s a picture of the Little that you can see – and a link to some mellow ME sound you can hear:
The Puritans, prigs, and politicians are losing another war: The War on Drugs – and they’re getting their asses kicked on this one. After four decades of trying to enforce ridiculous drug laws, the government is giving up. But so this won’t be a total humiliating defeat, it’s saying we can have “medical” marijuana. Right. It’s giving us the right to do what we’ve been doing for half a century. Dopes.
Garfunkel and Oates know the score.
It was Barbies’s 55th birthday last week and except for a little paunch and a few more lines, the babe STILL looks good. Of course she never had to shed baby fat, stumble through puberty, pull all-nighters, dribble drugs, have her first plastic period, get her heart stomped on a few times, cure hangovers, nor produce any little Barbies. Sure she got a little freaked marrying and then divorcing Ken – but what did she expect choosing the gayest guy this side of Provincetown? But Barbie’s life wasn’t all Fashion Queen plus three interchangeable wigs!
Women: picture yourself coming into this world with measurements of 39-18-33. If you could walk without toppling, you could have your pick of any guy at school. But imagine his horror the first time in a back seat at a drive-in when he discovers you’re SERIOUSLY not anatomically correct! So what if you got bendable legs in 1965? Who’s going to bend them and what for?
Anyway, Happy Birthday, Barbie, may you have many more.
Barbie’s Sexual Frustration Complex here.