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Big American Man - by David George

He left America in a rocket

On a mission to be triumphant

But when he landed he was stranded

On a planet ruled by our cousins

Who would not be convinced of his intelligence

They were blinded by their Monkey Religion

(And tradition, and superstition)

I guess in some ways it was a lot like home

 

His world was long-time gone

He was all alone

But before he was done

He rode off with a gun and a woman

 

American Man, Big American Man

He was a Big American Man

 

He was a righteous man, righteously sexy

He constructed cities, impressed kings and ladies

But he made enemies when he learned his identity

“Let my people go,” he said.

Yeah he led his people out of slavery

He took them to a mountain. He climbed up it

He came back down with the Pillars of Religion

(The Ten Commandments on granite tablets)

But what he saw was breaking the law

He crossed the wilderness

And made women jealous

Well after all that sand

Was the Promised Land

 

American Man, Big American Man

He was a Big American Man

 

Now he’s back in America leading the movement

If you shoot rockets then he’s your agent

Because they want to take your guns, the pinko city-slicking vegetarians

He’s the defender of the Rifle Religion

(He’s on a mission for the militias)

Don’t worry boys you can keep all your toys

 

Your firearms

Your movie stars

He was a movie star

What a movie star!

 

American Man, Big American Man

He was a Big American Man

Big American Man.mp3

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I've had this in draft for almost a year. It's time that I finally shared it with you. Be sure to download the MP3  -- that's where you'll find all the fun. Please do what you can to make this an underground sensation.

iLowest to iHighest

Last night I had organized my itunes by time, shortest to longest time count. Tonight I just pressed play and it's been an interesting backgound filler while catching up on your flickr streams and e-mail. The playlist is populated by animal sounds, false starts, rap skits, instrumental breaks, stage introductions, comedians, reprises, half downloads, slightly longer versions of items previously played, commercials, interludes, and personal soundbites.

That's neat!

My iPod Died Today

I'm really trying to hold it together but it's difficult. I always knew this might happen, but now it's here and when I need it most, it's given up the ghost. This is not a good time in my life for me to be losing such a crucial tool.

If this pain continues I might have to look into selling my various forms of genetic material.

UPDATE: I don't know what to do with myself. Westerberg's "Dirty Diesel" just came up on the stereo and it really would have been special to have cranked that song late some afternoon as I was sweating my butt off scraping or cutting or sanding. It's got a great skanky hollowness to it that would've rang so well through our bare rooms and bounced off the wood and made me feel so good. I would have smiled at all the grit and beauty.

Now my heart is sad and I long for the times that could have been.

Road Tunes

I'm creating a series of road trip/off-to-see-America mixes for an associate who's doing just that with his family this Summer. I'm pretty overdue on fulfilling this promise and I want to get cracking on it before we enter the abyss of home ownership. If you have any track ideas for the mixes, I'm definitely open to your suggestions. Maybe I'll post images of the final lists for ya'll to gaze upon in wonder. And if they're good enough, I might make a few extra batches to share.

TGIF - hates me, but the fox brings me comfort once again, usually in times of aimless mental wanderings this time in overindulgence of fast casual foodstuffs when will I learn that my appetites lead me where I can't always follow

Fiona Apple inspired that title.

We went out to celebrate something big that will happen for us in Delaware in two years. I ate my self into a sickly state at T.G.I. Friday's. This is wrong on so many levels. We had a gift card. No excuse though, I made my sick bed, now I must lie in it.

One thing that brings me joy these days - Neko Case's "Fox Confessor Brings The Flood". I've listened to it at least twice a day for the past two weeks. That equals many times.

And for the record, I'm very much sober and my medicines are all very well regulated.

Some Points to Consider

The "Menz-Erb" mixes are almost claimed. That makes me feel like you love me... or maybe it's just that I attract people who like free stuff. I have four copies left if you still want a shot. If you totally miss it, which I don't think you ever really have to worry about with me, it's available as an expensivo iMix via iTunes if you're into that.

BTW: i is the new e. I hope you heard that here first. 
I feel like I owe you so much in terms of content. I still owe you a review of the wedding weekend, post all of the great pictures of the event to flickr (anyone wanna sponsor me a pro account?) the snails show, the amazing Swimmers debut at the Khyber, and all kinds of other randomness from my days. I've been working too much lately without much time at home for writing. And it's funny because I really enjoy doing that for you. I'm an entertainer at heart. After a day of work, it's nice to come home and write from my enjoyment. That is why I started this in the first place. I owe Kyle my "Fire on the Wire" story for Bridgeton Legends.

I can't even keep up with my blog reading (hence the reason you haven't heard from me lately). It's bad. You should listen to this piece by David Weinberger. He's a really interesting writer/philosopher/business dude. He writes books as well. He states how I'm feeling about not reading your stuff lately.

You may be saying, "Who's that fellow in the picture at the beginning of this post? What role does he play in all of this?"

His name is Tom. He was in the merry band of groomsmen with me. He is the reason that I am no longer a Sprint Ambassador. This basically means that I no longer have a TV (yet again) and a way to listen to new music on Tuesdays. It's OK with me. The phone was just one more thing to feel guilty about for not using or getting the most out of or reporting on. Don't get me wrong, I love schwag just as much as ya'll, it's just that I saw someone with a need and I gave. Tom said he didn't have a cell phone so I gave him the one that Sprint gave me. No big deal, no real loss. He's almost 40 and he's never had his own cell phone. I thought I'd share the love. Now he can watch clips of The Daily Show on the toilet instead of me. I still consider myself an ambassador of something, I'm just trying to figure out what that is at the moment. I laid down one burden, many more to go. If you still have that number, give Tom a call and say hi.

Come June, and after some R&R in Nashville, I'll have a better bead on life and more hope for the future and summer for sure. I'll be halfway there this Friday after Nellie's Grad Thesis show.

Night Music

I couldn't sleep Friday night. I was nervous for the next day's wedding and I was overwhelmed with sentimentality, love, hope for my life and the lives of my friends, and a little melancholy too. I grabbed my iPod and headphones and made this mix as Janell slept next to me and Donovan dozed off in the bunk above us. It's not perfect, but I fell asleep. So it did its job and that's why I love it.

I'll send copies of this mix to the first 10 regular readers who drop me an e-mail. This is yet another ittle piece of holaolah history that you can experience for free!

Keith Green

I wish we still had Keith around. He seemed like a really solid dude, perhaps the quintessential Jesus Freak.

Were You There?

I was headed back from my Good Friday spent with Kyle in Jersey (more on that later) and this song came up on the iPod's shuffle. God is in control of everything, even the algorithms that power your favorite electronic devices.
Were You There (When They Crucified My Lord) - Johnny Cash & The Carter Family.m4a

nothing here is perfect

My very good friends Movies With Heroes released "Nothing Here Is Perfect" today. It's their biggest, tightest, most ambitious, and best effort yet. I've got much respect for the band because they know how to work it and they deserve an A for tenacity and stick-to-it-iveness for surviving the ups and downs of 10 plus years of trying to make it in the rock game. They exemplify the beautiful struggle. Help a brother's brothers out and listen to them and possibly purchase this finely crafted work of rock. The record is on iTunes as well, so you don't even have to step outside into the dark night to find out what the kids with their hearts on their sleeves are listening to these days on their walkmen boom boxers.
UPDATE: I just got wind that the MWH CD is going to be available in Hot Topic stores. This story keeps getting better.