This time you’ve gone too far … The Progfather releases Us on September 29, 1992 …
… waiting for the van to come.
The Beatles mix “I Am The Walrus” at Abby Road ~ September 29, 1969 …
Get on your knees time to pray, boy — Alice in Chains release on September 29, 1992.
The album was recorded during the 1992 LA Riots. Jerry Cantrell said the riots did indeed affect the album to certain extent …
I was actually in a store buying some beer when some guy came in and started looting the place … also got stuck in traffic and saw people pulling other people out of their cars and beating the crap out of them. That was some pretty scary shit to have to go through, and it definitely affected the overall feel of the album.”
Make America Good Again
Whether or not the pair had a romantic interaction or didn’t, the situation is not really of our concern because their shared time together prompted two sweet songs instead.
~ Jack Whatley
“I’ve been wondering why this entire country seems to be under a cloud of constant misery. Why we all seem to be Russians waiting in line for toilet paper, meat, Lysol. Hoarding yeast and sourdough starter “in case we can’t get bread”, Buying stamps so that one of our most beloved institutions might survive. Why we all look like we are in bad need of a haircut, or a facial or a reason to dress up again and go somewhere. Anywhere.
There is no art in this White House. There is no literature or poetry in this White House. No music. No Kennedy Center award celebrations. There are no pets in this White House. No loyal man’s best friend. No Socks the family cat. No kids science fairs. No times when this president takes off his blue suit-red tie uniform and becomes human, except when he puts on his white shirt- khaki pants uniform and hides from Americans to play golf.
There are no images of the first family enjoying themselves together in a moment of relaxation. No Obama’s on the beach in Hawaii moments, or Bushes fishing in Kennebunkport, no Reagans on horseback, no Kennedys playing touch football on the Cape. I was thinking the other day of the summer when George H couldn’t catch a fish and all the grandkids made signs and counted the fish-less days. And somehow, even if you didn’t even like GHB, you got caught up in the joy of a family that loved each other and had fun.
Where did that country go? Where did all of the fun and joy and expressions of love and happiness go? We used to be a country that did the ice bucket challenge and raised millions for charity. We used to have a president that calmed and soothed the nation instead dividing it. And a First Lady that planted a garden instead of ripping one out.
We are rudderless and joyless. We have lost the cultural aspects of society that make America great. We have lost our mojo. Our fun, our happiness. The cheering on of others. The shared experiences of humanity that makes it all worth it. The challenges AND the triumphs that we shared and celebrated. The unique can-do spirit Americanshave always been known for.
We are lost. We have lost so much In so short a time.
~ Elaine Griffin Baker
… a fine, fine leader who will pull us through the darkest time in our country’s history.
Born on September 28, 1938. Former member of The Drifters but made his mark as a solo R&B artist with one of the most recognizable songs in the world.