I used to enjoy watching Justified. If you never watched it, it might be worth a look. It’s on Amazon Prime at the moment, if you’re a Prime Membeer.
Anyway, Season Four had an interesting story about a skydiver, “Drew Thompson,” whose parachute didn’t open and he and his cocaine crashed to the ground in Kentucky in the 1980s.
In real life, in the 1980s, an Andrew Thornton had a parachute that didn’t open and he crashed to the ground before his plane crashed in Kentucky. The real life unsuccessful skydiver didn’t have cocaine on him. Rather, he had pushed it out of the plane earlier.
What happened to it? Therein lies a tale.
So, what’s on your mind? Got something you’d like to share? After all, it’s now Wednesday Night Open Thread.
Who wants to start?
Justified is an awesome series. While my exposure to Kentucky is minimal, my father and his parents were born a holler or two over from Harlan. According to him, the show accurately portrays Harlan, Ky.
Cheers,
HCG
William Tecumseh Sherman, whose capture of Atlanta played a major role in Lincoln’s re-election in 1864, was born February 8, 1820, in Lancaster, Ohio. He is also known for saying that war is hell. Jean-Paul Sartre, in his play No Exit, wrote that hell is other people. So we can conclude that war is other people.
Why was he allowed to culturally appropriate a Native American’s name? Outrage! He must be destroyed. Release the Crackedheads!
I saw an old loser
On TV last night
She seemed so mad, unseemly, I just smilled
And she talked about some odd things
Like she’d had a bunch of beers;
Still Crazy After All These Years
I’m not the kind of man
Who likes things socialized
I seem to lean on old familiar ways
And I ain’t no fool for free stuff
That’s whispered in my ears;
Still Crazy After All These Years
Four in the morning
Crapped out, droning
Wrong, but she lies away
I never watch her — Why should I?
Nothing of value to say
So I sit by my Windows
And I watch the carnage
Fearing she’ll do more damage one fine day
Yet she will not be convicted
By a jury of her peers:
Still Crazy After All These Years
Excellent as usual. Might I venture a small suggestion? Instead of…
Like she’d had a bunch of beers;
Still Crazy After All These Years
How about
Like she had one too many beers
I think it it matches rhythm of the original lyrics a bit more closely.
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Even though it breaks rhythm, now that I look at it, I’d change verse two to:
I’m not the kind of man
Who likes things socialized
I seem to lean on old familiar ways
And I ain’t no fool for free stuff
That’s whispered in my ears;
Call Me Crazy After Eight Long Years
Since I’m now on the committee 🙂
I’m not the kind of man
who likes his life socialized.
better off with the old familiar ways.
And I’m not tempted by the free stuff
You keep whispering in my ears;
Call me crazy after eight long years.
Much better!
But “his” in line 2 is disposable, to match the original meter of “who tends to socialize.”
1) honing
2) polishing
3) editing
— the three laws of ISAAC (Improving Spoof Accuracy And Content)
Then how about
who hates to be socialized ?
The original was:
“And we drank ourselves some beers”
which fits what Oppo wrote.
I like yours, though. Leave out the “one” of yours, and it fits the meter of the original:
“Like she had too many beers”
Best of both?
I’m actually promoting Oppo’s comment today at 2pm.
Oppo, if you decide have any rewrites, just send me an updated version and I will be happy to make the changes: harvolson@gmail.com
Please make and credit the walrus / DBDukes changes!
And watch out for Paul Simon’s lawyers.
Ok, I tweaked the one line.
I can still make changes after it goes live, too.
Once again, I am grateful for my lack of familiarity with popular culture.
Auggh! He almost destroyed this thread!
Ok, I added the revised verse, minus the his.
Whew! You must’ve gotten witlash following the changes. But, thanks, and I will offer no more changes.
I want to refer it for more committee study. Possibly followed by focus group testing and then polling.
… and back to the Department of Jesters to see if they think any souses or meth-heads might be compromised by the release.
Unfortunately the Jesters are on the sideline in a caste which is part of my Rock and Roll Fantasy.
All of them? One, Two, AND Three?
Are those the same jesters?
Must be, they were carrying a suspicious thorny crown.
&@$# it! I was going to make a similar comment, but couldn’t think of how to word it!!
A tip of the crown to you. . . I must have been looking down.
BONUS QUESTION: Was there some Bob Dylan lyric about a jester, too?
PRO BONUS: Because I’m too lazy to look for it.
And walruskkkch is laughing with delight…
And as I watched him on this page
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
He knows jokes that I would tell
And adds riffs on a California hotel
And as, defamed, I scribed in the night
To blight this sacriligious site
His satire was laughing with delight
The day my Muses died
From the Wedding song.
In the courtyard of the jester which is hidden from the sun
I love you more than ever and I haven’t yet begun.
To busy being a Lennon reading a book on Marx.
Aauggh! You may have just gotten yourself scratched off Harvey’s cocktail party invitation list! . . . . If that is possible.
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Doleful dogma doubted by doom
Jesters join with jaundice
Progenitors profile the path
For flustered fools to figure
Had to share, cause.