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Music: Telegraph Road - redux
When a great studio track also delivers the goods live, you know it is a classic for the ages. Mark Knopfler and Dire Straits delivers in spades.
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When a great studio track also delivers the goods live, you know it is a classic for the ages. Mark Knopfler and Dire Straits delivers in spades.
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The watches were bad, but this is just tasteless. Sadly, the rubes will gobble this shit up like pop-rocks and Coca-Cola.
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A two-fer Tuesday. A fellow Substacker is alarmed at the possible damage to a program for veterans' health, and a NY Times columnist accurately diagnoses Trump's shortcomings (a feature)
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A Harley-Benton Modern ST Plus is now hanging on my wall, and so far, it has been a worthy spend of $365 plus shipping.
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The 2024 election was a clusterfuck of hope and prayers, but the architects of this and the fallout from the poor structural work will become the new Thomas Guide for future national elections.
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To make sense of the results, you need to analyze where Trumps surge in votes came from. Leeja Miller laid it all out over a year ago.
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A sucker punch is still painful a week and a half later. We need to recognize what happened, and our role(s) in this outcome.
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A unique take on a classic rock iconoclast, Bohemian Rhapsody.
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A delightful recording from a UK TV appearance in 1970, Deep Purple’s track from their 4th album is still a stunner. ‘nuff said, listen to this nine and a half minutes of killer jam, with Ian Gillian’s haunting vocal stylings overlaying the killer organ work by Jon Lord,
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A hidden gem from Canada, Sue belts out that schweeeeeet blues groove, and just wow.
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There's been an influx of Substack Notes of people declaring that they finally have deleted their presence on Twitter. What the fuck took you so long?
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It is the Manosphere, driven by influencers like Andrew Tate, Jordan Peterson, and yes, even Joe Rogan. It is a toxic brew of misogyny, incel-dom, and closed in performative bullshit.