Johnny always dressed in black, hence his moniker, the Man in Black. This geezer just woke up after being released from San Quentin circa 1965 and hasn’t put in his false teeth yet.

For that joke you deserve a...cup of Joe.

And Lagerfeld is not a great example, he’s never given AF. He’s always struck me as a childish, protected, rich fool.  

Ah yes, the King Biscuit Onion Belt Hour.

Funny, there were a lot of weirdos in the NOLA music scene, guys like James Booker or Esquerita, who made Little Richard look sane. He always attacked the weird. Confirms my worst theories.

You know your stuff here! I have another question: Oswald was shot in the stomach right? Not a guaranteed-fatal wound, unless some sort of dum-dum bullet was used or something. A messy and painful way to die.

Dr. John’s book Under a Hoodoo Moon has a good take on Garrison. Garrison was the New Orleans DA who tried to “clean up” the city, which threw a ton of working musicians out of business and caused the good doctor to pack up and go to LA. Read this book if you’d like a good idea of what the city was like in the late…

The first thing I thought of was Office Space. Expect lots of flair.

No way am I translating that at work.

I wasn’t aware of that article until the Times Streisand-effected it for me. Thanks!

That’s a term for “probation officer” I haven’t heard before.

Yeah, I don’t get this hate either. He’s taken his pedigree and taken 10 months to write a story that everybody was scared to run, because the target was so powerful. That is the mark of a true journalist. If he took his props and became a lobbyist for clean coal or the NRA, I could see it.

I work here, and I concur.

How would you like to work for a company whose biggest profits come from the “thoughts” of a self-described sexual assailant and serial liar? The valley has a lot of splaining to do.

North spawned what might be Roger Ebert’s best movie review, from which came the title of his book “I Hated, Hated, Hated this movie”, so it wasn’t all bad.

“Mayor-Quimby-with-Lockjaw”. Thank you, sir, for giving me the best laugh I’d had in quite some time.

And at least two apartments in your block.

In memory of Fats Domino, I’d change this to Ain’t That a Shame, although your choice is more egregious and therefore better. “She’s a real fine cookie, yes indeed!” Ugh

My dad had Rocking and Rolling with Fats Domino on Imperial records, one of my favorite albums, then and now. He was a part of some of the best music to ever come out of the world, let alone America, and it attracted musicians from all over the south. And his band! Guys like Papoose Nelson on guitar and Lee Allen on…

You, sir, are history’s greatest monster. I am outraged! My comments: now with Kinja-fication.