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The Rogue Stitch

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From center stage looking out:

Guy joins a rock band. Guy writes love songs, plays his guitar left handed. He crosses the Atlantic, helps launch an invasion, rewrites the book on Rock & Roll. Band gets all trippy, comes up with some wacky shite. Goo goo g'joob. People think the guy's dead. Band breaks up over an Asian chick with delusions of artistic grandeur. Guy finds a PETA princess and a pair of wings. He loses that princess but finds a one-legged replacement. Queen dubs the Guy a knight of the British Empire. Guy writes new reminiscent album bringing the story full circle.

Yes, you have a reason to be happy, Paul, with that life.



Still rockin' at your age. At least you don't look like Skeletor Jagger:



So what I'm getting at is that I just downloaded Chaos and Creation in the Backyard. Not bad, not bad at all. Hell, I like it. In fact, I'll go as far to say that Paul once again sounds like a Beatle. If only the group had made this album 35 years ago. Basically, it's missing some of John's layered creativity. And that je ne sais quoi of the other two.

Hey, howabout a conspiracy theory here. This time it's the wrath of the Yakuza.

1. Paul hates Yoko.
2. Paul blames her for the breakup.
3. Yoko hires the J.mob to take down the gaijin devil.
4. Paul gets arrested in Japan, after someone plants a half pound of grass on him at the airport.



I mean, Paul wouldn't smoke the ganj, would he? And there is a certain resemblance that points to a Nippon connection:





Frightening, right?












Back to the new album.

I like what Rolling Stone said: Chaos seduces the listener into a playful world of musical ideas that shimmer and disappear. The sound bears a complex relationship to the album's theme, an autumnal assessment of the things that fade and the things that last. What fades are the enervating distractions of daily life, every ego-charged detail that seems critical at the moment but that causes us to lose "sight of life day by day."

Ok, back to Japan. Crazy place; you need an interactive user's guide to the loo. This is ridiculous.


Notice the "squat down" instruction just in case some decided to get in.

Alright, that's all for now. Mata ai masho.
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