CaptainLiverspots
Captain Liverspots
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This band changed everything for me back in the day. I was listening to overly complicated prog, free jazz and other things guaranteed to keep you from getting laid when I heard them, and this song specifically, the first time.

You son of a bitch.

The Missus went on a grad school trip a while back- loved every minute of it, to the point we've considered sneaking a trip in ourselves. Her top 2 tips are: take more cash than you ever think you'll need (your fancy 'Mercun ATM/Credit/Debit card ain't gonna work so hot there) and stock up on rum.

One of my favorite musical moments was back in 2001, when Mangum was touring with The Circulatory System. He came out during the opening band, knelt down on the stage, and after the band stopped playing, just fucking belted out a verse a cappella. Goosegoddamnbumps.

Commenting like this makes my dais go by so much faster.

Their website's likely outdated - there are at least three in Richmond metro.

Should I know a lot about playing "linebacker" too? Do quarterbacks normally know about that?I definitely will need to learn all the positions and what they do, but it might help for me to learn something from a "linebacker," if you know one.

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At this rate, his performance at the 2023 RIAA Rest Home Canasta Tounament finals is going to be horrific.

I won't spoil it for you folks who haven't heard it, but I will say that one song each from Bob & Tobin Sprout are instant classics.

I've noted this before, but if you have a chance, you should always take time to listen to Sam Huff do Redskins radio broadcasts.

Arthur Dimmesdale also made the mistake of kicking it in Hesters' vicinity.

I've settled on a nice pork shoulder, seared off and slow-cooking in Rick Bayless Frontera carnita mix, to be topped off with a mix of Asadero & Panela cheeses, mexican-style rice and a fresh salsa of tomatillo, arbol peppers, cilantro, hemlock, lye and glass shards.

Well played.

Weird. I'd have thought Todd Haley would have had at least one threesome by now.

I suspect that, while the Big East is acutely aware of depression right about now and hardly needs to be made aware of it, they'd much rather have the rally towel than Memphis football.

I guess that means I really DID grow up in the armpit of the east coast.

+eleventy-billion. It never fails to confound people when I tell them I like Hudsucker far better than Fargo or Raising Arizona in the Coen canon.

Speaking of hoaxes...

West Virginia has become toxic and untenable, and they have their two coaches to blame.

No sir, I didn't like it.