Replicating success: “Where do you see yourself in ten years?”
The beer: Harpoon Celtic Red Ale
The headline: “Can you picture what will be?” – Doors, “The End”
The commentary: (Continued.) Captain Beefheart’s “Bills Corpse” is a missed opportunity, sure, but Trout Mask Replica and its collection of bush recordings get plenty of love in this unread corner of thee inter-net. “You He couldn’t have done this if you he knew what you were he was doin’.” Right.
How do we feel about the opening moments of the Jerod Mayo/Eliot Wolf Era?? Awww… whatever. Notorious sack-master/red-sleeve-wearer/superstar-dissuader Matthew Judon might have fared better given the chance, though I’m not writing any “Fire Mayo” tags yet. People are losing their minds around here as transitioning homers watch the team retain mediocre Belichick draft picks like Kyle Dugger, Michael Onwenu and Josh Uche. “I thought he was a terrible GM!” It’s not exactly Ty Law, Curtis Martin and Willie McGinest. “The team was lifeless and talentless all year! He deserves the opportunity to fix it!” He’s the one who built it! “The media got what it wanted!” Oh yeah, the same media populated nationally and locally by past Patriot champions. I can’t believe I used to find Boston Sports Media Watch insightful.
Our Apocalypse Now banner image was reclaimed from week six—where the blurry new PLAYBILL header was another missed opportunity—and reunited with its opening-credit accompaniment. Never leave the boat!
Who’s the pick at three or eleven or wherever? Drake Maye? Jayden Daniels? Marvin Harrison (Jr.)? Malik Nabers? Don’t ask me but wide receivers seem a surer bet over quarterbacks lately… unless you’re Bill Belichick, who whiffed on both. Also don’t ask me because I know nothing about college football.
And so, our two-day-old DAILYPROMPT. Where will I be in ten years? Growing sideburns down to my waist. Celebrating fourteen consecutive years of a Democrat in the White House (if we’re lucky). And streaming the New England Patriots on NFL SuperPlusPremiumTouchdown! in whatever condition they find themselves. Will Mayo be in the picture? Will “Handy” Bob Kraft still be terrorizing sex-trafficked prostitutes with demands for limp orgasms? More importantly, will the team’s 2024 first-round pick still be on the team? This is the compounded failure that Tom Brady covered up for years—will an influx of talent on second and third contracts lead to Super Bowl LXVIII between the good guys and, I don’t know, the Mexico City Caracaras? Christ, will I live so long?
It’s that time of year when some housekeeping is necessary ahead of Volume 16. Changing one’s mind is a wonderful freedom. (See what I mean about Beefheart?)
| ⚪ | 1985 | The Fall – This Nation’s Saving Grace |
| ⚪ | 1987 | Boogie Down Productions – Criminal Minded |
| ⚪ | 2001 | Unwound – Leaves Turn Inside You |
Mission of Burma’s days were numbered because Peter Prescott was a dink that one time at Mystery Train or Nuggets or whatever it was on Newbury Street. Songs About Fucking might be back one day—honestly, those damn eighties don’t earn much enthusiasm from me overall. Who knows. The Argument—Fugazi’s best in a blowout—is a genuine tough cut but I’m heavy into Unwound again and Leaves Turn Inside You, minus the burden of a gratuitous two-CD package, is stunning. It only took twenty-plus years and a lot of prog-cozying for me to appreciate. “Redundant”? “Self-indulgent”? Wonderful!
Up next: Weird scenes inside the gold mine—fuckin-A right. Cheers!
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