Some of you who checked GNABB late last night or this morning may have noticed a GNABB Obituary, wherein I dramatically declared the death of GNABB and thanked everyone who read or participated. This was posted due to a common problem we all face. Swamped at work and learning a new job, household duties, etc. I felt I needed to give up some things to tend to these other duties more fully, so I killed GNABB. Then my wife finds out what I did this morning and is furious and makes me resurrect GNABB. She promised me that she would take care of all household duties, I could quit my job...all so I can deliver the best GNABB possible. OK, not quite. But she did insist that I bring it back. So here we are, back in business. I hope that dispells any confusion, and I hope that I did not send my thousands of readers into deep despair with my message last night.
Coming soon...a fascinating discussion as to why "The Last Waltz" is the greatest rock doc ever made...
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Yes!!! There is a God.
That's better.
Don't neglect your life's other duties. We're patient, your thousands of readers. I read some blogs that post something once a month. You can do more than that, I'm sure, but you get my point.
Thanks for bringing it back.
That's a good woman you have there. Blind, apparently, and with hopeless taste in men, but at least she sees, as do I, the deep burning NEED this nation, nay, people, has for an unstoppable reliable source clean renewable blogging. I'm talking about cold-filtered blogging that comes down from the cold mountain streams where Mother Nature grew it, only to spawn back up through my cable internet connection. We need to taste on our lips and screens the product of your unique Rocky Mountain blogging tradition that produces a blog with a cold refreshing character that continues to be savored by blog enthusiasts everywhere.
Ray, our nation's unseemly yet unquenchable slavering blog-lust requires regular feedings of unsolicited insightful monographs to be hurled like so much raw dripping meat and gristle into the maw of America’s time-wealthy, over-educated, under-utilized, 30-something multi-hyphenated urban intelligentsia. Eight paragraphs about the “The Last Waltz?” Mmmm… delicious! A video of Colin Hay singing “I’m Acoustic Now?” Gargle gargle gargle /spit/. Fifteen paragraphs about Obama's priest? Grr… /Smack/ /smack/ MOOOORE!! Mooooooooore! Owwooooooo….!
I kid, Ray, I kid. I was disappointed when i heard you were considering being responsible. Admirable, but madness and perdition that way lies. Seriously, though, your wife knows you have to do what you makes you happy, otherwise what’s all that job BS for? Balance, Ray, balance -as JW (and the Buddha) say – and notice you never see those two in the same place at the same time. Think about it.
Now, turn your heartlight, on, set our oven for 350F, lower your flaps, and BLOG, Man, BLOG!!!
Here, I'll get you started: The Band and their elegiac documentary are as overrated as they are prolonged and self-regarding. Ha!! Go…!
Johannes
Johannes, in your usual convoluted way, you make sense. Thanks.
And you will also see that the members of The Band who aren't Robbie Robertson actually agree with your assessment of 'The Last Waltz'. And as usual, you are on the wrong side of the argument. Robbie and I are correct, while you and Levon Helm are wrong, wrong, wrong.
And John Gullett, don't call me "Ray". Here at GNABB, to quote "Raising Arizona", "we a-usin' code names."
Bring it on "Dez"!
Bigger boat indeed.
Careful, Johannes, or next time I'll make it 25 paragraphs about Obama's preacher. Don't think I won't.
Please do JW. Somebody's got to think this stuff through, and it's not going to be South Park-watching lunkheads like me. Seriously, I was listening to "Hot Blooded" yesterday and couldn't remember my name for an hour afterward. (Roger?)
So, you, and all you other intelligentsia, get your asses back in that chair and blog this country some effing answers!
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