No one ever called me with the times.
I speak truth when I tell you I heard this song - - and liked it - - from 2002 for the first time ever yesterday. If his Wiki entry is accurate that R. Kelly is the King of R and B, then where have I been the past ten years?
Oh, right, starting and raising a family. Since I don't listen to pop radio or watch commercial tv, that might play a role, too.
And yet.
I still contend that Nigel Hall is, like my friend the Coach stated recently to me, the best soul singer out there today. But of course I always go for the low-lying fruit.
This video is more like a montage of a show. Of course I love Nigel's voice but check out Adam Smirnoff, "Shmeeans" (in baseball cap), on guitar...got to love those facial expressions.
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Friday, July 27, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Thank God It's Friday, Hollywood Disco-Style
This comes via my friend Big Josh aka The Coach.
He is such a gregarious soul, dare I call him a social butterfly?
xoxo to Big Josh, and I can't agree more with this song, part of the film that launched Donna Summer's career!
As I played field hockey in high school (though about 10 years after this film, and therefore no red tube socks), I naturally love the opening sequence with the girls getting on the bus and their field hockey sticks in hand.
Thank you, Barry Bernstein and Rob Cohen, writer and producer respectively, for this beacon of light!
(there is a YouTube video link below: If you are not seeing the image, click through to the website itself and it will appear. Sometimes in the email digest you won't see it)
As I played field hockey in high school (though about 10 years after this film, and therefore no red tube socks), I naturally love the opening sequence with the girls getting on the bus and their field hockey sticks in hand.
Thank you, Barry Bernstein and Rob Cohen, writer and producer respectively, for this beacon of light!
(there is a YouTube video link below: If you are not seeing the image, click through to the website itself and it will appear. Sometimes in the email digest you won't see it)
Monday, January 16, 2012
You've Got a Friend...James Taylor or Not
If you went to summer camp, likely you sang "You've Got a Friend," arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, tears eventually rolling down your cheeks.
I haven't heard it in a long time or thought of it, but along comes this nice cover by Nigel Hall and friends from last week's JamCruise. This talented musician is friends with my friend The Coach. Actually I think I will call him Big Josh from now on, since that is how he referred to himself in another recent online post. Ok, Big Josh?
Jump to start around 2:00
Remember the Neville Brothers? At least one of these musicians, Ivan Neville, is related.
My friend Lisa and I did a cover of this song during our teen tour at a make-your-own-cassette-tape kiosk on Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco and called ourselves, tongue-in-cheek, The Japettes. Lisa is a good friend to this day and very much *not* that derogatory cultural stereotype.
Here we are, me wearing my Vuarnets, those very 80s preppy sunglasses I referred to in this recent post. when I mentioned the song "Prep School Hippie."
I haven't heard it in a long time or thought of it, but along comes this nice cover by Nigel Hall and friends from last week's JamCruise. This talented musician is friends with my friend The Coach. Actually I think I will call him Big Josh from now on, since that is how he referred to himself in another recent online post. Ok, Big Josh?
Jump to start around 2:00
Remember the Neville Brothers? At least one of these musicians, Ivan Neville, is related.
My friend Lisa and I did a cover of this song during our teen tour at a make-your-own-cassette-tape kiosk on Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco and called ourselves, tongue-in-cheek, The Japettes. Lisa is a good friend to this day and very much *not* that derogatory cultural stereotype.
Here we are, me wearing my Vuarnets, those very 80s preppy sunglasses I referred to in this recent post. when I mentioned the song "Prep School Hippie."
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Attention Yoganistas, Whatever Happened to Feng Shui?
Back in the 90s, feng shui was all the rage. Riding the subway, I often heard women talking about tossing away the stuff they didn't need in the end. They only kept what was important since this would lead to ultimate streamlining of their space. They knew who was their friend: the perpetual giveaway bag. Feng shui took it to a higher level, and for that I have great respect. Leave it to the Eastern traditions to bring us great wisdom.
And I ask you why if you open a magazine today, you see nary a reference to feng shui. It is all about the yoga this, the yoga that. Did you know that the great late Shel Silverstein practiced yoga daily?
Back in the 2002, Stango and I took a monumental trip to Amsterdam. (1 year anniversary and 30th birthday...so many things went down there that we just don't understand... watch a youthful Jerry looking really great here for some of that good stuff. interestingly the quotation I am looking for is not included in that video, but historic it was so I decided to post it. better look here at Jackie Greene's version, more up-to-date oy, can't find it in that one, either! wow, he looks so much like Dylan! ok, last try with the studio version jump to 1:33 ...and yet everything happens for a reason and therefore things like the Ninja Rebbe, Marc Chagall's fiddler wearing lots of purple and our Anne Frank Haus visit are become more clear now...I do pray to take a monumental trip to Israel for the 10 year follow-up to that).
It was there that I saw a Nike bus stop billboard ad featuring a woman in a yoga position. The series was entitled "Yoganista." We saw nary an ad like that back in the states.
(this isn't the same ad campaign, but from another genius product line Nike has out)
Let's not forget about feng shui. I am not going to. This blog will help me clear out some of the childhood relics I can't seem to part with. I am going to keep this one that Grandma Martha framed in 1978 or so, but at least I can share it here:
Want to upload photos of the Koala I made in 2nd grade. Will do soon. Recently, the Coach referenced the PurpleGirl and Cute Indian Girl in this Yoga video. Pretty funny. And here is the song I inferred in the first sentence of this entry : jump to 2:58 for a quick fix of "Theme from the Bottom" oh, one more thing. Didn't feng shui always remind you of Wang Chung? What memories, what memories. PurpleGirl, I doubt you are gonna read thus far, but DIG THE DUDE'S SWEETEST PURPLE TAILS!!! Shaweet, I say!
And I ask you why if you open a magazine today, you see nary a reference to feng shui. It is all about the yoga this, the yoga that. Did you know that the great late Shel Silverstein practiced yoga daily?
Back in the 2002, Stango and I took a monumental trip to Amsterdam. (1 year anniversary and 30th birthday...so many things went down there that we just don't understand... watch a youthful Jerry looking really great here for some of that good stuff. interestingly the quotation I am looking for is not included in that video, but historic it was so I decided to post it. better look here at Jackie Greene's version, more up-to-date oy, can't find it in that one, either! wow, he looks so much like Dylan! ok, last try with the studio version jump to 1:33 ...and yet everything happens for a reason and therefore things like the Ninja Rebbe, Marc Chagall's fiddler wearing lots of purple and our Anne Frank Haus visit are become more clear now...I do pray to take a monumental trip to Israel for the 10 year follow-up to that).
It was there that I saw a Nike bus stop billboard ad featuring a woman in a yoga position. The series was entitled "Yoganista." We saw nary an ad like that back in the states.
(this isn't the same ad campaign, but from another genius product line Nike has out)
Let's not forget about feng shui. I am not going to. This blog will help me clear out some of the childhood relics I can't seem to part with. I am going to keep this one that Grandma Martha framed in 1978 or so, but at least I can share it here:
Friday, January 6, 2012
The Basketball Coach
Though I already wrote him a handwritten note, since this is the ultimate expression of class (which Derek Blasberg recently wrote in his book Very Classy (click on that link to the Washington Post review from 12/2/11) which my own mother reared me properly to do, I have to thank one person in particular for his role in this phishy journey.
PurpleGirl's brother (not blood brother but her soul brotha), The Basketball Coach, is a tall guy. He is gregarious and a true mentch. He also happens to be very tall and easy to pick out of a crowd. So, over the years when I would go to shows and my heart would be pining for my dear soul sista PurpleGirl (because I knew she was at the shows but it wasn't our custom to make a plan to meet) I would keep my little eye out for the Coach.
Because everything happens for a reason, I often spotted the Coach, and would ask him to lead me to PurpleGirl. And that would happen over and over again.
Which leads me to remembering seeing the Coach in the Hartford parking lot a few years ago where I met the very holy M.C. and his kallah as they belted out "Rider" (if you ever see a very sweet, cute, petite, married mandolin-playing duo in Israel please say hello). Seemingly out of nowhere runs along the Coach, and he is sending his regards to me.
Just about this same time is when I saw the mysterious purveyor (I say this because I haven't seen him again since then) who was selling the Mr. Snuffleupagus's sister (or cousin) Alice t-shirt that you will only find from him because he created it (and was a staple on Dead tour, but as I only saw them once, in 1994, yes, I am a late-bloomer but all in my right time, I never saw that shirt before or after). I have since asked the Coach numerous times if he sees this shirt to please get me one and I will pay him back. So, all of you 5 faithful readers out there, if you see that shirt please buy me one and you will make Loony smile, smile, smile.
Coach, you is da bomb! (I mentioned that good-ole phrase to my 2nd son the Wolfman the other night and he had no clue. It was really sweet trying to explain it to him).
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Reading Rainbow and LeVar Burton
Like many kids raised in the '80s, Reading Rainbow, the award-winning PBS show that encouraged children to read by mixing in great music, child book-readers, and funky animation, was a staple. More so for my sister, Reba, who was born in 1980, since this show began its run in 1983, and ran through 2006, but I enjoyed particularly the opening sequence. The song, sung so beautifully by an awesome soulful female vocalist, is ingrained in my memory forever.
thank you www.retrojunk.com for allowing me to post that YouTube. You get full credit for posting that on YouTube. It belongs fully to you. But all ideas going forward regarding why I am blogging about Reading Rainbow are mine.
Further to Mr. Burton: He is great, and yet I must admit I still have never seen Roots, which also made him famous. And I digress.
Back to Reading Rainbow. What does this have to do with the WholePhamily? The first two nights of Phish's NYE run at MSG last week, December 28 and 29th 2011, I happened to visit one of my favorite tables as of late, the Waterwheel Foundation. Gotta give it to those guys for recognizing the value and need for such an organization within their larger for-profit venture.
I love seeing what products are there. Last summer I saw a fantastic photo from their NYE show at MSG in 1995 when all of the huge white balls came down. I joked with the seller that it was all "about the visuals" (thank you Stango for feeding me those verbal ideas and so humorously, too). He laughed. But the price...$600 or so...I mean, for me personally I am not into Phish memoirbilia, though it was lovely to invoke that real experience I had (Mik the Fish and I sat directly behind the stage I think in section 69 and those huge balls all came rolling back towards us, it was really a sight to see).
Back to last Thursday... I saw a phantastic sticker that said "Read the Book" with a rainbow underneath it. Clearly, if you didn't know much about Phishisms, you wouldn't get it. When I mentioned this to Stango he had no idea what the reference was. But if you have the cultural background, you know that it is a direct reference to LeVar Burton's Reading Rainbow, and you felt happy because it created a link between a happy childhood memory and the HPB
aka the Helping Phriendly Book.
At this moment I have Lizard's in my brain. Go figure (hamayvin yavin...translated: if you get it, you get it, more literally it means, "those who understand will understand" If I could only say that about the 613, the taryag, then I would be getting somewhere. Which reminds me of how much I LOVE seeing a Phish show at MSG and through the show glancing up about the stage at the Horowitz jersey...613. Stango or Nunever said that this was likely done on purpose...I mean, it ***is*** New York, after all! But at a Phish show, well...kal v'chomer, dude!!!). I won't make you go searching...613 refers to the number of commandments in the Torah. And taryag is the numerical equivalent...so when people refer to the 613 mitzvot, they will often say, "the taryag mitzvot."
Because everything happens for a reason, it is apropos that the particular link that I chose comes from a show that I believe I was at (I only doubt this because I am too lazy to see if they were in Amherst on 10/24/10 for just that one night or two)...by the way, what a terrific venue. Nunever, Stango and I truly had a lovely time at the show. Thanks Nunever for a smooth ride up to Northampton in your beemer station wagon which you know I love driving.
Back to Gamehenge, it is a made up story, which I know indeed was a document written for a college paper (thesis, right?), but it is rooted in great truths (something like being a good person and always looking towards the light).
Speaking of truth, a big shout out to Brandeis University whose motto is "Truth, Even Unto its Innermost Parts." As a Brandeisian, I can safely offer up a thank you to Louis B himself (pronounced Looey...again, hamayvin yavin) for being a Supreme Court Justice in the first place so the Jewish community could have a person after which to name a university. And a phine university it is. With most excellent research phacilities and phaculty.
Emet = truth
Oh, and a hearty mazal tov upon the recent appointment of the school's new president, Frederick Lawrence, and a baruch dayan emet to the family of Evelyn Handler, the school's 5th president who was niftar in a fatal car crash. See, President Handler, despite the fact that you succeded in getting the Hebrew letters that spell emet off of the school's crest in the 1980's (they were later reinstated. I mean, c'mon, even Yale has Hebrew on its crest. It is a classic language!), as Jews we still respect our tradition when you are gone and include that word when acknowledging your passing into the next world (is it olam haba when you die? I do not have the answer to that, but I think not. Not until moshiach comes. Oh, right, yes I forget, t'chiat hamaytim. So, indeed, yes Mrs. Handler you are simply in another place right now. Who knows, maybe you are kvelling over me right now because I am the only person who has chosen to include you in her blog And what a blog this is, all the cool kids who drink yummy juicy beverages and Kool-Aid like to read this. But in Loony's case, it is actually the real Kool-Aid (which I won't drink any more due to food coloring. Actually, that isn't so true. I would still drink it. Just as a special occassion type thing), but not the Timothy Leary type.
Back to the song Lizards, "The trick was to surrender to the flow" always gets a big cheer, but in real life I would say to go with the flow, and just always go with it. That is what the original PurpleGirl encouraged me to do (I say original because you have many women at shows who like to wear purple, which I think is so terrific, but there is only one and one and only original PurpleGirl at Phish shows.
And she is my very, very , very, very, very, very good phriend. Yep, we go wayyyyyyyy back. This is true!
Though I do give a big shout out to Mik the Fish for schooling me in the wonders of The Color Purple.
(not to be confused with the film that Oprah and Whoopi Goldberg star in)
By the time Saturday night rolled around and Stango came to that show, I wanted him to come with me to the Waterwheel table, and lo and behold, no stickers left (I was so willing and ready to purchase one for the Odyssey). They were donated by someone to Waterwheel and were being sold for $5. Great, awesome, but ya know what, I didn't need that anyway.
The WholePhamily's stuff isn't being donated to Waterwheel, sorry folks. But (shameless shameless plug here...) we can trade our swag for laminates (yes, a girl can dream, right? As if! I mean, that is the type of thing for very important people type stuff and who am I if not l'il Loony) for me, Nunever, Stango, Reba and Phluffhead (since they are so central to the WholePhamily despite the fact that Reba thinks I am totally off my rocker for talking on and on about the ganse mishpucha at shows. Actually Stango does, too. And Nunever. ok, ok, yeah, this is all going way too far. Truth be told, I uttered not *once* about this concept during the NYE run, since I really don't want to get into anyone's faces and I know everyone is there just to have a real good time. But for all intents and purposes, that is my real family at the shows. Even though Nunever and I aren't blood, we are like brother/sister. And not like I call Reba and Phluffhead that in real life, and anyone who knows about the Stango-Loony affair knows that when Stango was only Stango it wasn't really a good thing, yet.)
But, as I determined in the middle of the night last night (indeed, I am writing this on less than 2 hours sleep last night, and I realize of course that I am sacrificing my family's needs right now by blogging and not doing the stuff I need to get done, now *that* isn't good, is it?), I would really be super satisfied if my laminate was numbered 127, as that is a very special number to me very near and dear to my heart. I know this is a really tall order so if I am being totally high maintenance right now, I will tone it down a few notches. Okay, okay, it really doesn't have to have that number. But wouldn't that be fun?!
Oooh, which reminds me, did you see me wearing my purple fleece "fun hat" at the show the other night? What a score that was from Amsterdam in 2002 (my 30th birthday/1 year anniversary trip with Stango, and boy, what a trip that was! Life changing in certain ways. That's where we met the Ninja Rebbe. But about him another time...)
Next time you're in Syracuse, go visit 127 Fayette Boulevard. You will start to begin to understand some of the connections. (just remind me that it has to do with sarah imeinu) As well as my own mother Soroh Gittel herself [hi mom! Don't you have mah jongg today, or is that on Tuesdays? I can't really remember your schedule, sorry! ]
I decided last night that when I get together the swag for the WholePhamily, I will be keeping it close to my own ganse mishpucha (though Reba has stated she doesn't wear shirts to a show as a crew, and I agree this is not really my style either; I was never one to want to draw attention to myself), because I must admit, it is a pretty darn good idea.
If you are a Phishhead.
And you are a phamily person.
Who likes to say phantastic and outrageous..
And the Phliers. (ok, ok, I know it is Fliers)
And is philosophical.
And phriendly.
and phirst and phoremost,
an honest and decent human being who wants to do good, be good, follow the derech ha tov (the good path), and be modest while being clear about her point.
Talk about verbosity!
So, here's what I have to say to you, Title 17 of the United States Code: Phishheads have disregard for you in the lot scene/popular culture element of seeing shows. (I really didn't want to have to elaborate here, but to clarify, we are referring to Copyright law.) And that is all good because without that we wouldn't have a forum where the ideas can flow freely and disburse throughout the world.
But not Loony. My idea I will be carrying out asap and I will own it and wear it proudly. But maybe just around town. Or, even better, if we can lobby Stango and the Nunever to go to Mountain Jam, that would be the place to debut the shirt in public. Cuz me really has been jonesin' to get a karma wash! That looks fun and good for the kinderlach, too!
thank you www.retrojunk.com for allowing me to post that YouTube. You get full credit for posting that on YouTube. It belongs fully to you. But all ideas going forward regarding why I am blogging about Reading Rainbow are mine.
Further to Mr. Burton: He is great, and yet I must admit I still have never seen Roots, which also made him famous. And I digress.
Back to Reading Rainbow. What does this have to do with the WholePhamily? The first two nights of Phish's NYE run at MSG last week, December 28 and 29th 2011, I happened to visit one of my favorite tables as of late, the Waterwheel Foundation. Gotta give it to those guys for recognizing the value and need for such an organization within their larger for-profit venture.
I love seeing what products are there. Last summer I saw a fantastic photo from their NYE show at MSG in 1995 when all of the huge white balls came down. I joked with the seller that it was all "about the visuals" (thank you Stango for feeding me those verbal ideas and so humorously, too). He laughed. But the price...$600 or so...I mean, for me personally I am not into Phish memoirbilia, though it was lovely to invoke that real experience I had (Mik the Fish and I sat directly behind the stage I think in section 69 and those huge balls all came rolling back towards us, it was really a sight to see).
Back to last Thursday... I saw a phantastic sticker that said "Read the Book" with a rainbow underneath it. Clearly, if you didn't know much about Phishisms, you wouldn't get it. When I mentioned this to Stango he had no idea what the reference was. But if you have the cultural background, you know that it is a direct reference to LeVar Burton's Reading Rainbow, and you felt happy because it created a link between a happy childhood memory and the HPB
aka the Helping Phriendly Book.
At this moment I have Lizard's in my brain. Go figure (hamayvin yavin...translated: if you get it, you get it, more literally it means, "those who understand will understand" If I could only say that about the 613, the taryag, then I would be getting somewhere. Which reminds me of how much I LOVE seeing a Phish show at MSG and through the show glancing up about the stage at the Horowitz jersey...613. Stango or Nunever said that this was likely done on purpose...I mean, it ***is*** New York, after all! But at a Phish show, well...kal v'chomer, dude!!!). I won't make you go searching...613 refers to the number of commandments in the Torah. And taryag is the numerical equivalent...so when people refer to the 613 mitzvot, they will often say, "the taryag mitzvot."
Because everything happens for a reason, it is apropos that the particular link that I chose comes from a show that I believe I was at (I only doubt this because I am too lazy to see if they were in Amherst on 10/24/10 for just that one night or two)...by the way, what a terrific venue. Nunever, Stango and I truly had a lovely time at the show. Thanks Nunever for a smooth ride up to Northampton in your beemer station wagon which you know I love driving.
Back to Gamehenge, it is a made up story, which I know indeed was a document written for a college paper (thesis, right?), but it is rooted in great truths (something like being a good person and always looking towards the light).
Speaking of truth, a big shout out to Brandeis University whose motto is "Truth, Even Unto its Innermost Parts." As a Brandeisian, I can safely offer up a thank you to Louis B himself (pronounced Looey...again, hamayvin yavin) for being a Supreme Court Justice in the first place so the Jewish community could have a person after which to name a university. And a phine university it is. With most excellent research phacilities and phaculty.
Emet = truth
Oh, and a hearty mazal tov upon the recent appointment of the school's new president, Frederick Lawrence, and a baruch dayan emet to the family of Evelyn Handler, the school's 5th president who was niftar in a fatal car crash. See, President Handler, despite the fact that you succeded in getting the Hebrew letters that spell emet off of the school's crest in the 1980's (they were later reinstated. I mean, c'mon, even Yale has Hebrew on its crest. It is a classic language!), as Jews we still respect our tradition when you are gone and include that word when acknowledging your passing into the next world (is it olam haba when you die? I do not have the answer to that, but I think not. Not until moshiach comes. Oh, right, yes I forget, t'chiat hamaytim. So, indeed, yes Mrs. Handler you are simply in another place right now. Who knows, maybe you are kvelling over me right now because I am the only person who has chosen to include you in her blog And what a blog this is, all the cool kids who drink yummy juicy beverages and Kool-Aid like to read this. But in Loony's case, it is actually the real Kool-Aid (which I won't drink any more due to food coloring. Actually, that isn't so true. I would still drink it. Just as a special occassion type thing), but not the Timothy Leary type.
Back to the song Lizards, "The trick was to surrender to the flow" always gets a big cheer, but in real life I would say to go with the flow, and just always go with it. That is what the original PurpleGirl encouraged me to do (I say original because you have many women at shows who like to wear purple, which I think is so terrific, but there is only one and one and only original PurpleGirl at Phish shows.
And she is my very, very , very, very, very, very good phriend. Yep, we go wayyyyyyyy back. This is true!
Though I do give a big shout out to Mik the Fish for schooling me in the wonders of The Color Purple.
(not to be confused with the film that Oprah and Whoopi Goldberg star in)
By the time Saturday night rolled around and Stango came to that show, I wanted him to come with me to the Waterwheel table, and lo and behold, no stickers left (I was so willing and ready to purchase one for the Odyssey). They were donated by someone to Waterwheel and were being sold for $5. Great, awesome, but ya know what, I didn't need that anyway.
The WholePhamily's stuff isn't being donated to Waterwheel, sorry folks. But (shameless shameless plug here...) we can trade our swag for laminates (yes, a girl can dream, right? As if! I mean, that is the type of thing for very important people type stuff and who am I if not l'il Loony) for me, Nunever, Stango, Reba and Phluffhead (since they are so central to the WholePhamily despite the fact that Reba thinks I am totally off my rocker for talking on and on about the ganse mishpucha at shows. Actually Stango does, too. And Nunever. ok, ok, yeah, this is all going way too far. Truth be told, I uttered not *once* about this concept during the NYE run, since I really don't want to get into anyone's faces and I know everyone is there just to have a real good time. But for all intents and purposes, that is my real family at the shows. Even though Nunever and I aren't blood, we are like brother/sister. And not like I call Reba and Phluffhead that in real life, and anyone who knows about the Stango-Loony affair knows that when Stango was only Stango it wasn't really a good thing, yet.)
But, as I determined in the middle of the night last night (indeed, I am writing this on less than 2 hours sleep last night, and I realize of course that I am sacrificing my family's needs right now by blogging and not doing the stuff I need to get done, now *that* isn't good, is it?), I would really be super satisfied if my laminate was numbered 127, as that is a very special number to me very near and dear to my heart. I know this is a really tall order so if I am being totally high maintenance right now, I will tone it down a few notches. Okay, okay, it really doesn't have to have that number. But wouldn't that be fun?!
Oooh, which reminds me, did you see me wearing my purple fleece "fun hat" at the show the other night? What a score that was from Amsterdam in 2002 (my 30th birthday/1 year anniversary trip with Stango, and boy, what a trip that was! Life changing in certain ways. That's where we met the Ninja Rebbe. But about him another time...)
Next time you're in Syracuse, go visit 127 Fayette Boulevard. You will start to begin to understand some of the connections. (just remind me that it has to do with sarah imeinu) As well as my own mother Soroh Gittel herself [hi mom! Don't you have mah jongg today, or is that on Tuesdays? I can't really remember your schedule, sorry! ]
I decided last night that when I get together the swag for the WholePhamily, I will be keeping it close to my own ganse mishpucha (though Reba has stated she doesn't wear shirts to a show as a crew, and I agree this is not really my style either; I was never one to want to draw attention to myself), because I must admit, it is a pretty darn good idea.
If you are a Phishhead.
And you are a phamily person.
Who likes to say phantastic and outrageous..
And the Phliers. (ok, ok, I know it is Fliers)
And is philosophical.
And phriendly.
and phirst and phoremost,
an honest and decent human being who wants to do good, be good, follow the derech ha tov (the good path), and be modest while being clear about her point.
Talk about verbosity!
So, here's what I have to say to you, Title 17 of the United States Code: Phishheads have disregard for you in the lot scene/popular culture element of seeing shows. (I really didn't want to have to elaborate here, but to clarify, we are referring to Copyright law.) And that is all good because without that we wouldn't have a forum where the ideas can flow freely and disburse throughout the world.
But not Loony. My idea I will be carrying out asap and I will own it and wear it proudly. But maybe just around town. Or, even better, if we can lobby Stango and the Nunever to go to Mountain Jam, that would be the place to debut the shirt in public. Cuz me really has been jonesin' to get a karma wash! That looks fun and good for the kinderlach, too!
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