The Girls doin’ T-Rex’s 20th Century Boy. Yow.
(What’s up with the midget?)
And dig Please Don’t Touch, live with Motorhead!
Yeah right? Yeah Right!
Some Chicago Boyz know each other from student days at the University of Chicago. Others are Chicago boys in spirit. The blog name is also intended as a good-humored gesture of admiration for distinguished Chicago School economists and fellow travelers.
The Girls doin’ T-Rex’s 20th Century Boy. Yow.
(What’s up with the midget?)
And dig Please Don’t Touch, live with Motorhead!
Yeah right? Yeah Right!
I visited Portland, Oregon on business a few weeks ago. I had a spare afternoon and after a workout I decided to give myself a walking tour of the area. It was mostly nice, with a few seedy places in the downtown area. As I was walking I came upon this bar, the Satyricon (Photo credit here).
In and of itself it is not an impressive place, it is a rock club like so many others. What made me stop in my tracks was the fact that by total chance I had happened upon a place that I partied at some 15 years ago. I paused and stared at the outside of the club (it was the middle of the day) for five or ten minutes as many memories washed over me.
Oh man. This is how it used to be. This is how it is SUPPOSED to be.
DOA doing “The Enemy”, 1984.
I may be a washed up husk of a man, but dammit, the ROCK will never die.
What I’ve heard of the Democratic convention reminds me of some lines from Gilbert & Sullivan’s The Mikado:
Sent to hear sermons by mystical Germans
Who preach from ten till four
Unfortunately, the Republican convention will probably come across the same way.