I Am Kelly's Liver

Awrighty now, as part of the official Nazz Nomad Rocktober celler-bration, the missus and I are gonna see MISS KELLY CLARKSON too-nite! Why? Because she fucking rules, that's why! Did ya evuh aktually HEAR HER SING?????? Like a combination of nightingales and angels. For real.

Yeah, long time readers of this here blog know that I ain't b.s.-ing when I laud the majesty of Ms. Clarkson. I don't care if she won American Midol or Best In Show or what-ever, she's got the pipes. And the songs too. I can admit that I have gone on stage at Punk Metal gigs and sung (sang?) Since You Been Gone. And loved it. Because I am fucking punk rock!

Oh yeah, Missus Nomad is going to be very very very happily attending this show with me and imbibing for three or four hours beforehand. Which will only pay benefits in the "good hubby" department for me. And what's the big deal about marital relations with a little puke on the breath anyway!

My buddy took his wife to see Pink last night and it wasn't because he wanted to hear 18,000 teenagers singing whatever the hell Pink sings. It's because one little nite of taking one for the team tends to equal about ten nights where the wifey looks the other way, dig?

I think I missed my calling. I should be a marriage therapist!

Here (Doesn't) Come A Regular

Just noticed that I have been sober for over a month. That's not by design, it's just that I haven't had any time to tie one on. Fatherhood used to be so easy before the kiddies got hep to Dad's red eyes. Darn those "rat on your folks" lessons they get in school. Mrs. Nomad and I haven't even gotten to see this yet. Been going to alot of baseball games lately. And you can't get drunk at baseball games, since beers are 9 bucks each. And it's bad beer too.
So, it's been the relatively straight and narrow, since Nazz jr and Nazzette jr NEVER GO TO BED! I even had a dream last nite that I was at some Heavy Metal fest and I got busted for getting wasted. When you can't even get high in your dreams, that's just messed up.

Well, here's Planet Unicorn. Why? I don't know. He's on third base.



Toonage:
Kelly Clarkson - Sober
Crucial Youth - I'm Straight
Minor Threat - Straight Edge
The Stranglers - Straighten Out
George Thorogood - If You Don't Start Drinkin' (I'm Gonna Leave)

Feliĉan naskiĝtagon

Today is the meat in the sandwich day between the slices of bread of Mrs. Nomad and Br'er Nomad's birthdays. How's that for a bizarre alliteration. Especially since they would be such different types of bread. One would be an Artisanal Crusty Sourdough (in only good ways of course) while their counter-part most definitely is of the sensible Whole Wheat varietal. In other words, 2 quite dissimilar personalities. I have never been of the view that opposites attract, so that should be a clue as to which side of the shoppe I was baked in.

So, in tribute to the two people who have had to share either a bed (by choice) or a room (by birth) with me for most of my life, I dedicate the following tunes to them. And you might be surprised as to which songs are preferred by which of em.

Toonage:

Abba - Fernando

Foo Fighters - The Pretender

Foo Fighters - All My Life/My Hero/Times Like These/Best Of You/Everlong (Live Earth 6-07)

Bruce Springsteen - 41 Shots (live)

Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway (live VH1)

Altered Images - Happy Birthday

Ramones - Happy Birthday, Mr. Burns (from the Simpsons)

The Siren Calls

"At sea once more we had to pass the Sirens,

whose sweet singing lures sailors to their doom.

I had stopped up the ears of my crew with wax,

and I alone listened while lashed to the mast,

powerless to steer toward shipwreck.

Rock n roll is full of women with voices that would certainly lure Odysseus and his men to their doom. Here are some of my favorites from over the years. These voices ooze pure sex. I defy any man out there to listen to these without getting that weird tingley kinda feelin'.

Toonage:

Romeo Void - Never Say Never

Detroit Cobras - What's Going On

Bellrays - Zero PM

Neko Case - Rated X

The Carrie Nations - Look On Up At The Bottom

Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway

Aimee Mann - I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas