Exactly. Everybody knows that T.Rex Is the stage name for the legendary Marc Bolan, whose biggest hit was Bang a Gong.

Yep, burn it down, and take these psychpathic losers with it.

Meet the new Boss.

Same as the old Boss.

I don’t find it weird and scary, I just think it’s lame when they try so hard to be noticed and/or relevant.

My kid went in the musical theater direction, which I was cool with. You have to put up with the “Look at me! Look at me!” energy from multiple kids at once, but they’re good kids, with lots of confidence, once they are away from the bullies and assholes. And they tend to be really funny in a smart way.

I love theater kids.

I love music, I’ve been a life long musician, I have a degree in music history, and I worked for the largest record company in America for years, and I still play music every day. I know music.

But I watch the Grammys, and I have no idea who many of these people are, and when I hear their music, I wonder how they got to that level with such bland, boring music. Even the ones I recognize are awful. Sabrina Carpenter is cute as a button, and jumps around in her underwear a lot, which is a plus, because her music is unlistenable in an elevator/grocery store background music kind of way.

Where does anyone even hear this stuff? Why do they like it?

No wonder classic rock is getting so popular. It might be vintage, but it’s still great music, and if you’ve never heard it before, it might as well be brand new.

I used to work those corporate jobs, where I’d have to go to these boring conferences, and executives would come out and dance around and do a little comedy show, just to prove that they were just as normal as all the wage slaves, and we were supposed to get all excited and clap and shit. Fuck those losers (the execs, not the workers).

So you’re on a coast-to-coast flight, and someone assumes room temperature. Presumably there are people at one end or another, waiting for the dead person.

Wouldn’t it make more sense to get them to their destination, where there is a 50% chance that there is a family member who could take possession of the body, rather than drop him off in Cleveland, or wherever, where there is a 100% chance that there is nobody there to claim him? That just makes it inconvenient for EVERYBODY.

And if he’s coming from his home, then just leave him in cargo, and ship him home on the return flight.

If it’s me that’s dead, that’s what I’d want. I don’t want everyone to make a fuss and get inconvenienced. Just drop me off at one end or the other. Don’t leave me in the middle of nowhere, so my relatives have to come and find me, and drag my corpse home.

I get it, but it’s an emergency for the passenger that has to sit next to a dead guy for the entire flight.

I’d like to think I could get past it, and just bury myself in my phone, but I think it would still creep me out more than I’d like to admit.

I’m a musician, so I’m Baroque.

Yep, a seismograph. Mine was a vertical version, but yeah, the same thing. You suspended the muscle, with a pen attached somehow (I don’t remember, it was decades ago), and when you shocked it, the muscle would spasm, and write on the rolling paper. As the spasms increased, the markings would be smaller, until it seized up, and drew a straight line. Then you’d douse the muscle with saline, and you could do it again, although the results were less dramatic on subsequent runs. It seemed like the muscle would eventually just fatigue, and not be as revivable by saline. So we only had to repeat it a few times.

And it wasn’t just one experiment, being done by the teacher in front of everybody. We all had our own seismographs, and had to kill and dissect our own frogs. It was a real hand-on class, and was one of the best high school classes I’ve ever taken. It was a college level pre-med class, and I’ve used the info I learned in that class every day throughout my entire life.

Never made the connection, but when I was in human anatomy class, we removed the thigh muscle from a frog, hooked it up to a seismograph, and shocked it, to track the spasm.

As the shocks went on, it would eventually cramp up. Putting saline solution (salt water) on it, would release the cramp, and you could do the experiment again.

That’s a direct example of salt making a muscle relax. I never thought to connect it to marinating meat.

I hope he didn’t drive his new Vette home after 4 margs.

Gotta draw a line somewhere.

Would you download a 13 year old?

I’m not a monster!

Downloading is illegal. I have morals.

Thanks, I guess?

Release them over the White House.

I’m bad enough at guitar to be effective!

You can beat the charge, but not the ride.

Most drummers are single. They aren’t great conversationalists on account of being deaf, and kind of dumb, too.

Just kidding, drummers are cool. I wanted to be a drummer, but the parents were a hard NO.

You’re describing top-of-the-line gear. I’m a guitarist, and I’m not showing up with my best axe. I’m going to use that old beater that I don’t mind using as a weapon if necessary. We aren’t look for a nuanced, insightful performance here, just loud and obnoxious, and you can easily do that with a shitty instrument.