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the new adventures of grumpy bear

Who would have thought that February weather here would be so agreeable? The sun comes and goes, but it is demonstrably present; and after a winter in the Sierras the low fifties feel positively tropical. And the houses and shops are still pretty, and my apartment is still nice, and my bay windows and cable modem and antique bathroom fixtures were waiting faithfully, and the cat remembers her way around, and lots of my neighbors have moved out in the meantime so I can play Frank Black's "Nadine" just as loud as I want and who's to stop me?

As a point of reference, I request all readers pull out The Clash’s London Calling and turn on “Brand New Cadillac,” the mad finish of which is not unlike the closing of “Nadine." Listen to the energy in Joe Strummer’s voice when he screams, “Jesus Christ! Where’d yuh ged thah Cadillaaaah!” and you can get a sense of what Frank sounds like as he screams, “Ner go Nadine! Nadine! Neen! Neen! Ning!” No car or woman can drive a man to this point. Only the love of rock, my friends. And that’s why this shit rules.

 

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