Then I said, "HAI!"

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

The Spider and The Fly - The Rolling Stones (1967)

"Sit up, fed up, lowdown, go round,
Down to the bar in the place I'm at,
Sitting, drinking, superficially thinking,
About the rinsed-out blonde on my left"

For best results, mix with:

The Werewolf


  • One part Drambuie
  • One part Jack Daniel's


It isn't particularly challenging. Dunk the constituents into a lowball glass. Or any glass. Don't be a c**t about it.

And then, stay with Wyman's bass and let your mind flit about a bit with the guitars of Keith and Brian doing what the Drambuie and JD are doing in your glass. Rinse and repeat.

Uninspired Unguent-man

Saturday, November 9, 2013

As I don't have very much to do these days, I'll be doing this on this sad platform henceforth:

There's going to be a drink recommendation to go with the song suggestion that I put up on a daily weekly basis. So you should play that song and try to imbibe the drink I suggest. Simultaneously. Well, not really. You should do something productive with your time, but till then, this should keep you on the level.

You can guess the band whose music was the catalyst for this (good) timepass idea.

Attack, no release

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Black cloud crossed my mind
Blue mist round my soul
Feel so suicidal
Even hate my rock and roll

And we have

Saturday, March 2, 2013

moved. Maybe not. It's easier over there.

And then some

Thursday, February 14, 2013

There's a song on the lips of everybody,  
There's a smile all around the room, 
There's conversation overflowing,  
But I sit here with the blues.

This hotel bar has lost all its people,  
The piano man has caught the last bus home, 
The old bartender just collapsed in the corner,  
Why I'm still here, I just don't know, 
I don't know.

And this third sem song comes flooding back.

Thank you Guitarist magazine, issue 254, May 2012. And you too, Rory.

Baby Please Don't Go

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
I'm strung out here
And you know I love you so,
Baby please don't go
Well, your man done stoned
Yeah, your man done stoned
Hmm, your man's done gone
Yeah your man done gone
Took all that oxycodone
Baby please don't go
Salt-petre dough
Salt-petre dough
Salt-petre dough
But your man's out here
He's gonna walk the log
Honey please don't go
Mama, please don't go
Baby please don't go
Mama please don't go
See I'm bleeding so
I'm gonna die alone
Sugar please don't go
Them SLs have flown
All SLs have flown
Yeah SLs have flown
And them weeds have grown
Loving that methodone
Honey please don't go
They've made my tombstone
Yeah, they made my tombstone
Yeah that's my tombstone
Them weeds've overgrown
And I burn alone
Honey please don't go