| Updated: MONDAY, 3 DECEMBER, 2001
EVENT # 293: Holiday Special: THE MAN EDITION
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This week we bring you the first of our Holy Days editions. Our Publisher said we should ignore the bad stuff happening in the world and help you focus on THE FUN! (We didn't know Rod had it in him.)
But you know the G Crew by now. We're always willing to play along. EMPHASIS ON THE WORD "PLAY." So when we heard that the focus this week was on the males of the species, we decided to unload both barrels. We're happy you came along for the ride. MESSAGE To Those Committed to Death & Repression: You are a wave, but WE are the ocean... Mary J. Blige said it on her latest CD: "Don't need no hateration.../...DANCE for me!" |
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What a Man DoesCHARLIE THE TUNA
I was a youngblood then, but that was an inspiration for Charlie the Tuna. I knew that I didn't want to be a milquetoast. I wanted to be a Real Man. Maybe that's why I came up with the Tuna Question: WHAT WOULD A MAN DO?
So when our Publisher told us a few weeks back about this holiday MAN Issue. I was down and asked for the lead column... More
Okay, I admit it. I moved to Seattle to date. I used to live in Los Angeles and Los Angeles is a terrible city to date in. Everyone is in the movie biz and when you go on dates, half the time you don't know if it is a business meeting or a real date. And when you do know it is a real date, the guy talks about his ex-wife for the first half of the date and pitches you a movie idea about his divorce for the second. Jeez. This isn't therapy. This is a date. Things didn't look like they were getting better anytime soon, though. So --
I packed up and moved. To Seattle. The land of men who wear flannel and are over six feet tall. It's a character flaw, I know, but I like tall guys. And guys in Los Angeles tend to be short. I don't know why. They just do. But. Back to Seattle men. Men who wear flannel. Men who know how to work on their own cars. Men who can chop wood. Manly men. Yay!... More
One way of doing that is buying our "stuff." Wear it, drink from it, click over it.
DUBLIN - I'm eagerly looking forward to Christmas. And looking back Dickinson-like on past Novembers; one in particular.
It has been said that the first duty of a gentleman is to keep out of the hands of the police. Up to the time of writing I have carried out my gentlemanly duties, in that respect, every day of my life, with one exception. That was Tuesday 04th November 1969 when I was the victim of a false arrest.... More
There are a lot of these online. They have come a long way from the old ads in newspapers where every word cost who knows what and you never knew whom you were really talking to. Now, they are in depth and detailed, have real live photos -- and you still don't know whom you are really talking to.... More
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Angel for an AngelROD AMISNEW ORLEANS, 3 December, 2001 - For a guy who constantly promotes his "Tough Guy" image, I have a real problem. Even here in New Orleans, a city of excess and spirits, more than one person has sussed out my angelic quality. (As in always advocating for people to move toward kindness, compassion and the Light, when their natural inclination might be to be cynical and cruel.) Yup! Just the other day Barry Cowsill told me that I should be his Guardian Angel. You might recall that a couple months back I got a bit miffed when my roomie Matt made the comment "People know an angel when they see one..." What bothers me about these references? Well, they contradict what I'm trying to project, for the most part. Also, they explain why I'm a bum-magnet: yes, I'll give you a cigarette, some change, the shirt off my damned back because I can't endure seeing anyone in suffering or want.
My boss told me the other day that I'm "too nice." My rejoinder: "I don't think so. There has to be some balance in the universe. There are more than enough mean people out there; some of us need to bend over backwards to counteract their impact." Now let's admit it: Only a fool would think like that.... More
Peerless Art Pepper & FriendsBOB POWERSFive CDs spotlighting the genius of Art Pepper make for one of the most exciting packages to come to record shops this year. Pepper, who possessed startling abilities on the tenor saxophone, died in 1982 after a life filled with problems caused by his use of drugs.
The sessions immortalized by this tremendous package were recorded between March of 1979 and January 1982. Pepper was not in good health during those three-plus years, but youíd never know it after listening. The man had an unconquerable passion for jazz, and it shows in nearly every tune in this amazing package... More
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OTHER EDITIONS
THE PREVIOUS EDITION
(D.A. BLYLER premieres the language column GOOD DR. ENGLISH; the irrepressible THOMAS HART disses Liz Hurley and other celebs in TABLOID HART; and much more!)
THE WOMAN EDITION
THE CHILD EDITION
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