Everybody Rolls With Their Fingers Crossed

Johnny takes us synchronized swimming in the lake of fire:

I love to listen to the religious programming on my way to work because every time I turn it on, without fail, I hear things I simply can’t believe I’m hearing. The guy who was on this morning warned that America is being conditioned to accept and embrace the demons when they come spewing up out of the pit. He said it starts with ouija boards and rock and roll, and before you know it you have children playing with demons, except they’re friendly, cuddly demons, like Smurfs and ET and, yes, the man actually said this, the characters on Sesame Street.

Bless my buttons, that fellow may have a point.

In other news, my copy of the Dixie Chicks’ Taking the Long Way arrived yesterday, with the Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris opus All the Roadrunning. Also: a CD copy of So Far by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. I had this on tape and vinyl, neither of which I can play right now and I must hear Helpless. Rounding out my new acquisitions: ABBA Gold. How I managed to survive all these years without Take A Chance On Me I’ll never know – and a feathered headdress, though that’s another story.

Update: RealPlayer’s blurbs are always a little skewed but for So Far RealPlayer says: “Helpless may be the greatest song ever written.” According to Siobhan, the criteria for the perfect song is that it includes sex, death and booze, making The Night the Lights Went Out In Georgia the perfect song. Or Mack the Knife. I’m sure Siobhan would agree Helpless is pretty great.

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