Before Blue Collar comedy, TV and Radio happened we had another North Carolina boy preaching to us. His name was Neill, but we called him Mojo Nixon. He was politically astute, down home proud and absolutely scathing when the nation was birthing Political Correctness.

He slammed everyone. Politicians, murderers, MTV Idols, everyone. He even beat on the wussy of the year, Morrisey.
"Big Bad" Mojo: Girlfriend in a Coma
"Wussy" Morrisey: Girlfriend in a Coma

The big threat to privacy in the early 80's was drug testing by corporations, so Mojo vowed :
(I Ain't Gonna) Piss In No Jar

It wasn't all about picking on people who needed, though. Mojo Loved Elvis!
Elvis Is Everywhere

So, go do the research. Learn about the preachin' you missed. Download all his tracks without payin' for 'em. Mojo don't mind cause he ain't "no asshole like Metallica!"

One Last Secret weapon for the holidays:
Mr. Grinch

1. Don't ask us, "What are you thinking about?" Unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as:

• Sex: Frankly, like an animal.
• Cars: How great mine feels to drive, how they look, how to make them look a little better or how to get 20 more horsepower
• Benefits and problems of a recent rule change or phenomenal strategy in the sport we follow
• Strategies for getting to the next level on our current Video Game Obsession
• How great a steak would taste right now.

Corollary

1. If you ask a question but you are not sure you want to hear the answer, expect an answer you don't want to hear.

Corollary

1. If the answer could be interpreted two ways and one of them makes you sad or angry, we meant it the other way.

Corollary

1. When we ask you, "What's wrong?" If you reply, "Nothing." We will act like nothing is wrong. We can tell you are lying but pursuing the issue is difficult, will not end well and you just gave us social permission to ignore it by stating, "Nothing" is wrong.

Sometimes you like a song because you get the inside jokes. This is that song. I missed Nerf Herder when I was in and around Philadelphia music. Much later when they scored the Buffy title track I found this nugget. It is a little sad because I miss much of this stuff. I am also surprised I didn't "get into" a band with my sense of humor and Star Wars references in the band name.

12 New Jersey Girl

I have been to the Trocadero
I know who the Bloodhounds are
I know people from Cherry Hill, some are even girls
I know precisely how cool wicked awesome was.
I know Kenneth Keith Kallenbach can blow smoke through his eyes
I had many Yuenglings probably a few at the Troc
I have called some people Fuckwad


Now you get all the inside jokes, too. Here are some more tracks with more references you can track on your own.

04 Mr. Spock

07 She's a Sleestak

My long lust for the yellow green elixir of caffeine power is immortalized on the Mountain Dew Page. The page is older than 3 of my website management tools and keeps getting lost in translation. I restored the page and included it in the current management solution. Hopefully I can make it seamless if i ever change again.

To accompany my morning fill up on 32 ozs. of Diet Dew I listen to a little traveling music:
Mountain Dew

I like the Blue Man Group. I like the physical approach to music. I love the multimedia event that is the show. I actually like the music. I am fascinated by the PVC instruments, Drumbone, Chapman Stick and the sheer force of heavy rhythm from the massive and numerous drums.

Seeing them live is overwhelming. Light, color, illusions, messaging, satire and a poncho section is what it takes to entertain me.

Without all the associated light and magic I think something is lost just listening to the music. I still like it, but the "Men" and the critics seem to think the albums need more "approachable" elements.

The raw stuff is best illustrated by:
08 PVC IV
10 Drumbone

To make it approachable the producers add a voice to sing the words that the audience normally sings as they recognize the chords of a song like
08 White Rabbit

Not that all Blue Man acts are without words, but the audience is usually prompted to participate by a monotone, almost synthetic voice:
02 Time To Start

Did I remember to warn every reader this would be an Odd Trip into Music?

I recently had an opportunity to reclaim my iPod. I bought one for her, but it got stolen in Jamaica. So the last few flights, work outs, bike rides she has taken mine. Not a problem, except "I have terrible taste in music."

That means I have to dump my playlists and drop her all encompassing library of every song she every actually auditions on the iPod. Well, travel and bike rides are becoming sparse so I reclaimed it. I put my collection of short lists on the iPod.

I do have an odd taste in music. Now you all get to share the madness:

32 Kill The Wabbit

WPLJ put this nugget on the air years ago. I just never could let it go. I chuckle every time.

And just to remind Pete I hate Bruce: _I'm On Fire (Elmer Fudd)