LaMarca You

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Daryl Hall and John Oates: Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid

Thrash Tuesday: Accept

Happy 60th Birthday Angus Young

Awesome then

Awesome now

Team Netherworld wishes a very happy birthday to one of our favorite people, the awesome Angus Young. He's still just as kooky as ever, and still a nice guy who never let the whole "rock star" thing go to his head. 

We hope Angus senses the big warm hug we're all sending to him, and it makes him smile!

We're featuring the videos from Fly on the Wall, an album which got panned by humorless prats with a stick up their ass. The very kind of people that Angus is the antithesis to, and that's why we love him!

Tempest

for

Team Netherworld

My own playlist that I made with the songs from the Fly on the Wall video set. I always loved this fun little story line!

Netherworld Cinema: Why Didn't They Ask Evans?

I'm not going to say anything about the plot and thereby risk giving anything away. I'm only going to strongly recommend that you drop whatever you're doing and watch the absolutely delightful 1980 London Weekend Television production of Agatha Christie's Why Didn't They Ask Evans at once. 

This masterpiece provides ample proof that there is no need for over the top blood and gore or exploitative sex scenes to create captivating entertainment; in fact, such things only serve to detract from the tale. When you have a good story, well-acted, that's entertainment at it's finest. This production certainly fills the bill!

~DJ Wicked Wanda~

The Jam: Sound Affects

Monday's Music Moves My Broken Heart: AC/DC: TNT Live 1981

We love you so much, Malcolm Young, forever; and my damn broken heart feels like it's gonna fall out on the floor.

Love Always,

DJ Helena

for the KHEL 666 Krew

This week’s theme our spotlight dancer, Joyce Lansky wants ..

It’s called the Brevity Challenge.  

#1 Write ONE sentence or less on your post.

#2 Post ONE song that is under three minutes.

#3 Visit and post a SHORT comment on EVERY blog that follows the rules.

So the video is more like three and a half minutes and I totally don't care. In fact, just kill me or something. I already feel like my heart's been crushed to a pulp. Fact is, the only reason I'm participating in the blog hop is to make people aware of this horrible disease and that people who have it are still people deserving of kindness and respectful treatment; cause I sure don't feel particularly social right now.

~DJ Hell's Belle~

Foreigner: That Was Yesterday

Romantic Songs Playlist: The 80's

Foreigner: Waiting For A Girl Like You

Robyn Hitchcock: Sometimes I Wish I Was A Pretty Girl

DJ Wanda sometimes wishes she was Dr. Frank N. Furter. She would live a life of wild abandon, creating hunky men for her pleasure in her creepy mad scientist castle and basically not giving a flying flock of seagulls what anyone thought. She also wouldn't have to worry about crap like working a regular job, and if her car broke down, she'd just call in a Satanic Mechanic.

~DJ Wanda~

Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl

So I could uuup myself in the shower

Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl

So I could uuup myself in the shower

Been on my own so long

I can't tell left from wrong

Bloody red bats squelching offal

Foaming mutilations in the kiss of death

Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl

So I could upppp myself in the shower

Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl

So I could uuup myself in the shower

Been on my own all night

I can't tell left from right

Baby come back, give me fever

Cauterize this passion with a blood red kiss

Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl

So I could uppp myself in the shower

Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl

So I could uup/ stab myself in the shower

Sometimes I wish I was a

So I could

Earth Wind & Fire: Turn It Into Something Good

Five UN Friday

Click the Big Five to play along.

I read a poem about unrequited love, and when I saw the Five on Friday prompt, I thought of several songs that have a word beginning with "un" in the title. So today I present Five Un Friday for your listening pleasure. Enjoy!

~DJ Ursula~

Stumper: What is This Song?

Can anyone tell The Variety Guy what song this riff comes from? He believes it's from the New Wave era. I came of age during those years, but I can't pinpoint the tune. If you can, go to his You Tube channel and give him the 411!

~DJ Helena~

Psychedelic Furs: Heaven

Heaven, is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven don't tear you apart
Yeah, Heaven, is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven don't tear you apart

There's too many kings
Wanna hold you down
And a world at the window
Gone underground

There's a hole in the sky
Where the sun don't shine
And a clock on the wall
And it counts my time

And Heaven, is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven don't tear you apart
Yeah, Heaven is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven don't tear you apart

There's a song on the air
With a 'love you' line
And a face in a glass
And it looks like mine

And I'm standing on ice when I say
That I don't hear planes
And I scream at the fools
Wanna jump my train

And Heaven is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven don't tear you apart
Yeah, Heaven is the whole of ours hearts
And Heaven don't tear you apart

Yeah, Heaven
Ah, Heaven
Yeah, Heaven

Cold War Kids: They Don't Write 'Em Like That Any More

If you're not a child of the cold war, you wouldn't understand the real significance. It was more than just a game. It symbolized a fear that many of us lived with all the time.

Cold War Kids: They Don't Write 'Em Like That Any More

OR

Rambling Incoherent Bullshit Self-Absorbed Navel Gazing Self Reflection Interspersed With Cool Music and Cultural References From A Bygone Era That I Never Really Reconciled With The Events Of So It Continues To Haunt Me

by

The Cheesemeister

AKA

The Real Cie

AKA 

Creator and Head Buttmunch In Charge (and I use the term loosely) of Team Netherworld

The Breakup Song is the inspiration tune for the Midweek Blues Buster prompt. It also happens to be the song I was listening to as I approached home base last night and it inspired me to do some navel gazing—er—self-reflecting.
This post will only be very lightly edited, and will probably become rambling and go off the rails, because that’s how I tend to roll. See this post about “bipolar disorder” and “brain like the web of spiders on drugs” for more detail about why this happens if you care to learn more about the way my brain works, and why I’ll never be able to be one of your cute little published authors who “made the grade.”
 I will include the tunes as I listen to them, for your listening pleasure as well as mine, because, hey, I’m a generous soul. You can just listen to the music if you want, or you can read my rambling thoughts too.
 Once again, I don’t get to share my work with the Midweek Blues Buster people because, like is so often the case with me, I’m not following the rules. The prompt is for the creation of flash fiction. This isn’t fiction, no matter how improbable it may seem to others, or no matter how much I might wish it was at times. This is my real life and my real, actual, messed-up thoughts.

The mix that I’m sharing here includes the poppier side of the music of my seemingly self-absorbed g-g-g-generation. I was a metalhead, albeit a nerdy one. I’m still a metalhead, albeit an aging one. However, my musical tastes have always been eclectic. I enjoy pop as well as the hard stuff. I also listen to a lot of mellow, ambient tunes. 

As I’ve said before, I like everything from African folk music to Zydeco. Backtracking to The Breakup Song. I’ve never really been able to break up with the demons from the past, even though I changed the locks and took away their keys. I don’t press charges when they stalk me. They generally don’t rip huge wounds in my psyche the way they used to. They just nibble at my already iffy mind day in and day out, and I fear that one day they may consume it, and I’ll wind up a blithering mess not recognizing the fact that I’m sitting in my own piss and shit. 

 I’ve taken care of people in this sort of condition since 1988. True, it’s prions (myself, I think that Alzheimer’s disease is a prion disease) and dementia caused by strokes, and being medicated into a twilight state to offset the horrific agony caused by certain cancers, and other forms of dementia that cause people to become deteriorated to such a degree that they don’t realize they’ve soiled themselves; not having a troubled past or a major but somewhat manageable mental illness or three. 

Still, sometimes I want to run out of this setting screaming. I (and everyone else who works with this population) hopes we die, not before we get old but before we become like this. Seriously, sometimes death is better. I’m not trying to be morbid, although I’m certainly capable of that. I’m being truthful. Name me one person who wants to live unaware of their own bodily functions and unable to care for themselves in any way. Yeah, I thought so. 

This is the Twilight Zone for reals, Bitches

This leads me back to thoughts about getting older. All of my relatives from my grandparents’ generation are dead. My own father died three and a half years ago after a long period of physical and finally cognitive decline. My mother turned 74 on Sunday. I am on my way to becoming the older generation. What the fuck wisdom do I have to impart when I’m still not a finished product by any means? This is my parting wish as I prepare to step into the Twilight Zone. 

Xenophobia does not mean fear of these critters. It means hatred and distrust of foreigners.

Could we please not have another cold war? Could we please stop with the damn xenophobia and desire to appear to be the coolest kid on campus whether we actually are or not? Can’t we all just fucking get along? I hope against hope.

~The Cheese~

Cross-Posted to:

The Cheese Whines

KHEL 666

Paper in Fire

John Mellencamp and his bodacious 80's Do perform a most excellent number for today's Theme Thursday prompt, Paper.

~DJ Viktoria~

Oingo Boingo: Skin

This week's Theme Thursday prompt is "Skin."
You're welcome!

~DJ Illsa~

Customizing Headlights for Your Muscle Car

An *ahem* ENLIGHTENING video for those of you who are adept at customizing your classic muscle car.

(Ducks rotten fruit being thrown at head.)

I always wanted to own a muscle car. I thought they were so cool. My practical father (R.I.P.) would have none of it, though. I had a nice, non-descript second-hand Audi, which Dad got for $500 from a handyman friend of his. I have to admit, that car was well built. I kept it for another 8 years after graduating high school, at which point it got traded in for a mini van, as by then I had three kids.

I still think back on those daydreams of youth. I wanted to take auto shop so I could work on my dream muscle car, but in those days, girls didn't take auto shop. (I graduated high school in 1982.) My father actually taught me a few basic things, like changing the oil, checking the fluid levels, filling the tires, and changing a tire. But auto shop was not a "thing" for girls.

Maybe once my brother and I are retired, we'll buy ourselves a couple of muscle cars and let the younger generation laugh at us and accuse us of having a mid-life crisis as we have fun working on them.

~DJ Aurora~

Winds of Change

The prompt for this week's Theme Thursday is "Winds." Enjoy!

~DJ Sally~