miss chicky v.2

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Viva La Punkarella

On January 4, 1954 Elvis Presley paid $4.00 to record two songs, "Casual Love Affair" and "I'll Never Stand In Your Way" at a recording studio owned by Sun Records. On the same day he also met Sam Phillips. That was to be a good day for me because my mother was a young teenager about to fall in love with Elvis and that would be a major influence years later in developing my love for rock and roll music. Of course I love Elvis too, but my musical tastes have changed, changed back, varied dramatically, been tempermental, and are still developing thanks especially to music sharing on the internet which I consider the next best thing after Elvis to ever happen to music. I buy a lot more music now than ever before. So I want to thank Elvis for going out there and bringing rock and roll music above ground for the majority of us. But a lot of the best music always has and will be underground just waiting for us to dig it up.

Music consumes many hours of my time and energy but I choose to spend a lot of time listening, talking, and reading about it. A lot of people limit themselves and just don't take the time to explore different niches of music which might explain why we don't all like the same kind of music. Perhaps it also explains the sameness of what we hear on the radio while MTV spoon feeds us the rest.

...and her daily dose of music.

JOHNNY B. GOODE / ROAD RUNNER (Berry/Richman - additional lyrics by Johnny Rotten)

Paul(?): We'll play Johnny B. Goode; he'll sing Through My Eyes. Other voice: (???) Paul(?): Tell John. Tell him. Johnny: What? Paul(?): Tell him. (???) Other Voice: They wanna play Johnny B. Goode while you sing Through my eyes. Johnny: God! Awright, then. Paul(?): Ready? Go! Johnny: If you could see... oh God, fuck off... Ayanlouisiannayaya New Orleans Awasabadababyanalittle key Ayainanananananana Johnny B. Goode Agogogogogogo Johnny B. Goode Agogo, go Johnny, gogogogogo I don't know the words! Gogogogogogogogogogogyogyuh Ayayayayastrah yayastrahyayaya Ayayayayastrah andabanayaya I wannawannabay, yayayaya Let's gogo, ago Johnny gogogogo Agogo, go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo Go, Johnny, go, go Go! Johnny B. Goode Ayayayayayayayayayayayagwuah Oh, fuck, it's awful! Hate songs like that! The pits! Eeeeeeyayayayay eeeee! Eeyeah! Brrrrrah! Brrrrrayayayayay! Uah! 'ey, I know, oi, oi, Steve -- Roadrunner! Roadrunner! Roadrun...! Should we do roadrunner? 'ey, that's fuckin' awful -- stop it. Stop it; it's fuckin' awful! Aaah! Torture. Duh ug duh duh duh duh mah eyah I donno the words! I donno'ow it starts; I've forgotten it! Hold on; stop the segment. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Check out what how it starts. What's the first line? Paul: One, two, three, four, five, six! Johnny: Alright, can you start at the beginning, then? Paul: Roadrunner, roadrunner, (???) Johnny: I can't hear you, Paul. Paul: Roadrunner, roadrunner, go... Johnny: Going faster miles an hour Euhlalalalala Awith the radio on Aroadrunner, roadrunner Aeuhmuh faster miles an hour Oh, God, I don't know it... I drove past the Stop 'n' Shop And I wah by the Stop 'n' Shop An' I flarala wahbah Stop Shop Have the radio on Have touch with the modern world I fell in love with the modern world Fell in love with (???) Have the radio on Roadrunner, roadrunner Agoin' faster miles an hour Felt in touch with with modern world In love with the modern world Alright, here we go now Goin' twenty-eight watta power It's all cold here in the dark Fifty thousand watts of power Agoin' faster miles an hour Awith the radio on Roadrunner, roadrunner Oh, God, I don't know it It's fuckin' ridiculous Wish I had the words... Roadrunner, roadrunner Agoin' faster miles an hour I felt in touch with the modern world I fell in love with the modern world Rockin' modern lover, modern sound, ana mosaround Modern rockin' runner around, mosaround rockin' modern runner in touch An' a radio on I got radio on A roadrunner, roadrunner Oh yeah er ah ee ah eh uh Do we know any other fuckin' Beatles songs? 'Ey? Brrrrrrr! 'Ey? Do we know an... 'Ey? Do we know any other fucking songs that we can do? Do we know any other songs that we can do? I can't think of any.

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Miss Chicky and The Resolutions

Why do we find it better to start personal resolutions on a "first" day like first of the week, first of the month, or first of the year? What can you do on a Monday that you cannot do on a Thursday? Me? I'm a terrible procrastinator and I adore making a plan. I'm great at researching and meticulous in my planning, but I struggle with the the actual kickoff of the plan and eventually lack the long term discipline. Oh I get more savvy at it all the time because I changed my strategy. I no longer try to make change in big huge doses. I dissect each part and tackle it individually. I got clued in a couple years ago when I stopped using sugar because it was the cause of my daily headaches which in turn had created an Advil addiction(more on Advil to come). So I killed one addiction and got rid of another as a bonus and no more headaches. Then I continued to apply the strategy ... me good. Why choose New Year's Day to begin resolutions? It doesn't make a lot of sense because January 1st is still part of that "Thanksgiving to New Years" holiday season. So does that mean our resolutions roll over to start on the second day of the year? But wait January 2nd falls on a Thursday this year and we all know the end of the week is a terrible time to start fresh. Most of us won't plan on taking anything too seriously until Monday, January 6th. Two days could equal five pounds for me and I have a cruise boat to catch next week so I plan to end my 12 day holiday break this Saturday. Why only be given 12 days to sneak grape jelly on a bagel and some hot chocolate in New York? So the danger of breaking any of the 21 day habit changes started in 2002 would be less dramatic. Miss Chicky will be two years old at the end of this month. I'm not sure how old that is in real years. She has gone through a lot of changes since her immaculate conception. She learned how to crawl, walk, talk, and carry big javascripts over the past two years. There have been times she was obsessively doted upon on a daily basis and other times totally abandoned. She's been a whim, therapist, vent machine, and a coloring book. I think I'll keep her around a while longer. In 2003 Miss Chicky wants to continue sharing what she likes. Daily posting on random things going on here in Atlanta plus thoughts on what I'm currently liking in music, culture, food, beauty, fashion, and my ever narcissistic self. If you care about girly stuff you will probably like it but if not ... well ok ... but don't look away you might miss a surprise or two. Plus alter ego punkarella plans on supplying her daily dose of music in mp3 format while supplies last. Sorry but I'm at a 27.8 plus level and its making me feel philosophical. I'm not usually happy to see a day end. But January 1, 2003 is one day I'm glad is over after surviving 24 hours of severe cramps without the benefit of a single Advil. The dreaded cramps snuck up on me in the wee hours of the morning despite trying to fight them off for a big holiday like New Year's Day. Survival tactics included all night hot baths, lots of sleep at the wrong time of day, and blowdryer heat to the achy body parts. Cramps are evil. No matter how much I wanted to be excited and motivated in my resolutions on the first day of the year it was impossible to deal with anything but the mere presence of the evil cramps. But now it's day two and the cramps have passed. Let us begin. You three people out there reading this...thanks for your patience.

Congratulations to the 2003 Sugar Bowl Champions, Georgia Bulldogs.

A Daily Dose of Music: University of Georgia Redcoat Marching Band "Go Georgia Bulldogs"

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Happy New Year 2003 with The Impotent Sea Snakes

Happy New Year! The very first thing I saw in 2003 was a sexy drag queen who out of drag looked a lot like Iggy Pop. And if you don't think drag queens are sexy I would point you to the lead singer of the Toilet Boys as a backup argument. Despite a slight miscalculation by said drag queen on the countdown to midnight, the New Year went off at Masquerade in Atlanta with the normal balloon drop, paper hats, noisemakers, and various New Year's Eve propaganda ... EXCEPT ... there were three cross dressers, not so sexy, playing ear crushing guitars. Throw in some bondage, latex, electrical taped nipples, gas masks, strap-ons, a flame blower on stilts, more cross dressers, frat boys getting spanked, and yeah, almost naked women dressed up like nurses, schoolgirls, nuns, and dominatrix ... in fact so much sensory overload it would be nearly impossible for anyone to take in all the details. I can only compare it to what a fusion of Kiss and Wendy 0' Williams might have looked like if they had called themselves the Impotent Sea Snakes.

But when it was over I was slightly disappointed. Not only had the rain kept me from wearing my new A. Neel shoes but as I was beginning to regret my decision to start my no alcohol, cigarettes, sugar, layingonmyass, expensiveshoes resolution early, I remembered I was toxic free the first time I saw ISS when they opened for Iggy Pop. That was such a great show with ISS as the opener and Iggy being the second best act I had ever seen only behind the Sex Pistols with a close breather going to Nashville Pussy. I guess a band would have to turn it up a notch or two when opening for Iggy Pop. I was just hoping for something to make me go "oooo" like they did the first time around. But it turned out to be the same act as before except at three quarter speed and no Pink Lipstick!

I think everyone on earth should go see ISS just once before they flame away. But I doubt I'll ever see them again unless they happen to be the openers for Iggy, Nashville Pussy, or even my new local favorite, The Unsatisfied ... then I'll be there. A couple of other bands played but I'm happy to say I have already forgotten them. While waiting outside for a taxi we saw ISS loading their equipment and getting ready to leave. They seemed pretty normal actually. The two bondage girls got in their little Toyota, waved, and drove away in the rain after a good night's work. Remember that the next time you are sitting at a red light next to a little Toyota with two innocent looking Goth girls in it. Check out The Impotent Seasnakes in a town near you soon.

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