What am I thankful for?

I'm being sincere.

Originally posted by jeffml:
What a tool!

Originally posted by Brian_Wallace:
1. Now, or at least soon there will be a entire generation of young people who have never heard of The Beatles, John Lennon, any "classic rock" and the entire Rolling Stone magazine generation of cultural imperialism will die a swift but very PAINFUL death.

2. Soon all the baby boomers with either be dead or incapacitated by hip replacements, knee replacements and/or the medical insurance not covering Viagra.

3. I was able to pick up the deluxe, limited-edition version of "Infinity on High" at Circuit City for $9.99 and just ordered the 180 gram audiophile vinyl special edition of "The Black Parade" that comes in a slip-case box, with 2 - 15 page books and 2 triple gatefold sleeves.

It makes the perfect gift.

Brian

I'm thankful I'm not having Thanksgiving with you crazies!

I;m also thankful for this forum because it's alot of fun!

say whaat?

"Rushmore" and "The Big Labowskie" as the worst movie ever

i will mentally file that away with lisa de mornaes from the post calling chris elliot 'funny in some other universe' and her disparaging remarks about chevy chase.
ie- i don't get them.

i'm thankful that painters used to put ufo's in paintings of the virgin mary.

Originally posted by Brain Walrus:
There is nothing 'new' anymore. So there will never be anything 'new and exciting' around the corner….it's all been done before so bands today are nothing original, they're just tribute bands of bands in the past.

I meant 90's+, not just the 90's btw…

You're right. In three years, no one will know who Pearl Jam, Radiohead, the Smashing Pumpkins, Nine Inch Nails, Green Day, or the Beastie Boys are
In three years maybe, in 33…not a fucking chance….my case in point, you didn't even list Nirvana who were supposed to be the saviours, and they slipped your mind.

I'm sorry, but there are A LOT of people out there putting together new stuff right now. Yeah, they may be influenced by a lot of artists collectively, but they're still bringing a new sound to the table.

and ALSO, OMG, TONS of kids today listen to the Beatles. still.

Huh?

Originally posted by walkonby:
i'm thankful that painters used to put ufo's in paintings of the virgin mary.

Originally posted by kosmo:
So by putting an expiration date on music, you deny future generations from hearing great music not only whats considered "classic" but lesser know and just as worthy. i.e. Nuggets, Cult bands like Big Star, Love, Velvet Underground, etc. What about 60s Soul and R&B, 80s synth pop. Why is it so wrong for someone to hear the original version of something like "Kick Out The Jams"

The musical landscape would be awful dire, if musicians could listen to music from a defined period of time. As it there are already way to many young bands eager to make it "big" by emulating whats marketable.

this post helps explain why Kosmo makes the best mix CDs I've ever heard. :)

I'm thankful to be alive. To see the sky. To hear the sounds.To smell the flowers. To be blessed with good friends and family. I could go on and on. Hope you all had a great holiiday.
I will close with this:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

I'm thankful that I've got a hot wife.

..that I have a daughter I'm immensely proud of

…that I have a son who's the coolest 4 year old you'll ever meet.

….that I wasn't born in Liverpool

…..that it's time to go home!