Ass Ponys, Sound, TEDX, and a "Paula" Shoutout from RWC in Closing

Ass Ponys

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Ass Ponys
Origin	Cincinnati, Ohio, USA
Genres	Alternative country, Country rock
Years active	1988–2005
Labels	A&M Checkered Past Okra Safe House Shake It
Members	Chuck Cleaver Randy Cheek Dave Morrison John Erhardt
Past members	Bill Alletzhauser Dan Kleingers

Ass Ponys was an indie rock band based in Cincinnati, Ohio. The band combines rock and country into an off-kilter blend of Americana music. They have gone on national tours with bands such as Pavement, Throwing Muses, and Possum Dixon. Among other periodicals, they have been featured in Rolling Stone Magazine, CMJ, and The Cincinnati Post.
The Ass Ponys went on hiatus in 2005, after releasing the compilation album The Okra Years^[1] - 4 years after their last original material was published in Lohio. More importantly, it appears that core band members are focused on new projects, so new Ass Ponys output seems unlikely any time soon^{[citation needed]}. Vocalist Chuck Cleaver is focusing his attention on a new band, Wussy. Bill Alletzhauser currently fronts the band The Hiders.^[2] Randy Cheek plays with The Libertines US, The Fairmount Girls and The Ready Stance.

Discography

Albums

• 1990 - Mr. Superlove (Okra Records)
• 1993 - Grim (Safe House)
• 1994 - Electric Rock Music (A&M)
• 1996 - The Known Universe (A&M)
• 2000 - Some Stupid with a Flare Gun (Checkered Past)
• 2001 - Lohio (Checkered Past)
• 2006 - The Okra Years (Shake It)

 

Fine, I'll Do It Myself

Boehner crying, not a good look

Allowing our government to be led, yes led, by people in a state of total ego melt down (perhaps it's the merlot) is irresponsible on all of our parts.   Why?  Because, as my second grade teacher once said to me,  we are L-A-Z-Y.  

In all my liberal leaning, easy chair sitting, get the popcorn popping, never-ever commited to anything, thinking and living locally years, I've never worked on a political campaign of any kind.

(Unless you count the time Trisha Delisha ran for the Cincinnati Public School Board while still in high school.) I vote but I don't tote.

This year, I will volunteer to work on a political campaign. The winner of this auspicious moment of selflessness will be whoever runs against Kasich in the next gubernatorial race in Ohio.

No, I do not know when that is, which means it's not for a while. I avoid the bigger picture in an effort to maintain what ever amount of ignorance I still have left. Like my lova boy Randy Sweet always says, "bliss is wasted on the ignorant."

So there you have it and you didn't even ask.

Three Days

When once he demanded
she go away
for three days long
with no pay
tomorrow, hence,
she does return
to face her demons
who wish her ill
Should you see her
up on the hill
wish her grace, and hope,
and most of all, good will

The Soundtrack of Life

A Week in Rhymn

Saturday, Saturday, to thee I sing
Oh how I love you, you crazy thing
Elusive and manic, so luscious you be
I want to commit you, and not let you leave

Friday, Friday, half work half cream
A segue from toil to living the dream
Mindful of time, and in love with my pillow
I try not to squander my two day furlough

Thursday, Thursday, so sublime
A three day weekend would be divine
The boys of summer are both out of school
One precious vacation day is left in my pool
But now that I know the truth, and it's all very Zen
I know for sure how my time I should spend
So I'm taking off Friday, before they are men
avoiding the question: where the hell have you been?

Wednesday, Wednesday, now I see the light
my hopes are big, my future bright
The weekend is coming, it's almost in sight
I've conquered the hump, and own Wednesday night

Tuesday, Tuesday, so damn generic
like trying to distinguish a mink from a ferret
No highs, no lows, no four leaf clovers
may as well coma-tize till Tuesday is over

Sunday, Sunday, full of grace
days of heaven, slow of pace
it's all been good, it's all been great
to evening's hues, her magic dissipates
vacating the scene with so much haste
that the winds of Monday chap my face

Martin Luther King Day, 2013

Today, in the United States, we inaugurated Barrack Hussien Obama for the second time.

"Sonya has a bald spot"

YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS VIDEO.  The artists name is Sonya Renee, and if you haven't heard of her, allow me to facilitate.  She is a writer, poet, actress, and singer.  This is one of her performance pieces.

Having said that, all the white people in the audience annoyed me.  It's like at professional sports events, where, shall we say,  the players don't look anything like the audience.  It always reminds me of gladiators in colosseums in some far flung era gone by, or not.

Then, I thought, "but art is different".  It's important that people catch a glimpse, no matter how brief, of what it really means to not be a white male in America.  It's lately become clear to me how the plight of women crosses over all racial barriers.  Anyway,  I sincerely admire those white guys in the audience.  Bet their wives made them go.

At the same time, it reminded me of my own mother, and how frustrated she used to get with my long hair.  Then along came "The Pixie" cut, and that pretty much took care of that.

 I can't impress on you enough what a magnificent performance this is.  Thanks to Snap Judgement who always has the best stuff.

So there you have it.