Spooky Babe Of The Day

Happy Halloween people..enjoy this spooktacular babe...Nancy Carroll.

Babes Of The Day

More nice ladies from the world of 12 inch vinyl.

A few more shots from the Big Apple

Pretty cool how close we got to Madonna who was directing some sort of film in the park. The top picture is of my brother and his lady and the bottom show is me and Brady chilling a few hours before the Ween concert. 

Photographs from my trip to New York City last September

Went to NYC with my brother in law Brady and his woman Rhiannon to see my beloved Ween live in Central Park. The show was killer and a good time was had by all. Here are some photographs taken a few hours before the concert as we killed time waiting.     Dig the Twizzlers pictures and Cookie Monster....a very cool time. 

Babes Of The Day

A few delicious ladies of the long player era. All fantastic women and I would like to add that the Date With Riverside is one of my all time favorite album covers...awesome shot. Enjoy the girls.

Mama, You Been On My Mind by Johnny Cash

Here is Johnny Cash at his best...covering a Bob Dylan tune that is simply marvelous. It's a killer tune for all the right reasons. So pull up a chair and have a listen....you'll dig it...I guarantee it.

Babes Of The Day

More sexy album cover ladies.

Summer Is Over

she is just
around the corner,
I can tell

cause...
the
leaves
are
stripping
themselves
from
the branches.

a
stocking here
and
a panty there.

I woke up to find
a bra on
the hood
of my car.

summer is
over
and
all I can say
is
thank
goodness

when the wood
stands naked
my arms will be
full again

I
watch the leaves drop
and my
heart pumps as
another day falls
away.

soon

this
single cigarette
in the ashtray will
be joined with his best
friend.

and finally..
warm flesh
against
mine,
tight and true will
take the place of
the cold void
I've been sleeping
with.

I will jump into her
like a child in a pile
of
autumn leaves

and she will
be
wide open
and ready
for it

Babes Of The Day (Record cover ladies)

Tonight I bring you some random record cover babes. Needless to say all these ladies are unknown which is unfortunate because they are mighty hot. Ah well...enjoy them anyway. These girls are the first in what I hope will be a regular feature here at Talk Me Down so keep on coming back to see what I have for your peepers. By the way..the music is pretty good as well...especially the Les Elgart record.

Promise by Violent Femmes

This was supposed to be the first song on the radio show I posted yesterday but was cut out for some reason..so, I put it up here solo for your listening enjoyment.

Babe Of The Day

Bette Davis..a babe for the ages.

Radio Show Number Three...A podcast for your listening pleasure.

 Howdy and welcome to my third radio show. For some reason the first song didn't record correctly and you can only hear the tail end of it. The rest of the show is wonderful though...chock full of great tunes that will certainly bring a smile to your face. Here is the song list:


promise - violent femmes
you still believe in me - beach boys
-break 1-
what good am i? - bob dylan
don't let me be misunderstood - elvis costello
do you love me now? - the breeders
new sensations - lou reed
-break 2-
soulful wind - nick lowe
man i've become - nick lowe
lover please - vernons girls
days - the kinks
-break 3-
you're the one - buddy holly
1-2 crush on you - the clash
buddy holly - weezer
soul pad - the coasters
java - elsa popping & her pixieland band
-break 4-
go your own way - fleetwood mac
cigarette of a single man - squeeze
how can i be such a fool - frank zappa
dear john - hank williams
-break 5-
thats really super, supergirl - xtc
where were you in 1982? - 101 stings
bound to pack it up - white stripes
   There you go...have a listen..it's a little over an hour so put your feet up and relax. Thanks and see ya later.

Babe Of The Day

Barbara Stanwyck...Yowza!

Shovel (A Short Story)

I wrote this some time back...my first real attempt at a short story. I place it here for the hell of it.
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He called his wife on the phone. There was nothing else to do. He

had

masturbated two times already that day. Not a thing on the television

and besides

it was raining out. Nothing inside, nothing outside.

She picked up and said hello. The second he heard her voice he

regretted

calling. He could have gone out and stood naked in the freezing rain.

He could

have swallowed a fist full of sleeping pills and unplugged the phone.

He could have tried to get

it up one more time and go for three strikes on the ceiling. But he

didn't. He called

his wife and now it was too late to turn back.

"How are you doing Marie?"

A loud and long sigh came from the other end. He heard her suck in

her breath and

he braced himself.

"Well you know the guy downstairs is supposed to shovel the

walkway. The motherfucker

pays less rent than I do because he’s supposed to help around this

shithole

apartment. I got home from work to find that not only was the

sidewalk not done but the

son of a bitch never got around to the driveway. I had to park on the

street with all the other

assholes who live on this god forsaken road. So I went to his

apartment to find out why

nothing had been done. You know me Vince, you don’t want to piss me

off! So I go and

bang on his damn door. Blam blam blam blam! His wife answers stinking

of booze. That

lady is fucked up. Do you remember the time she came up to my place

when you were over

fixing the sink? She started screaming at me to keep the banging down

and I was like

"listen

lady, my fucking husband is over here fixing my sink and if you don’t

like the fucking sounds

you can kiss my big fat clogged up sink of a ass!"

Holy shit that was

a riot! Anyway, she opens

the door and I ask her why her fucking husband has not shoveled the

sidewalk and all. I mean he

had 24 hours to get the damned job done. Of course I didn’t say that!

I just said

"hey, is Frank around?

He was supposed to shovel and all."

 And then, you know what she said

to me? You are not going to

believe this. She said that Frank cut his fingers while slicing a

fucking ham and got 66 stitches on his

left hand! I almost shit myself! So of course I asked her how he was

doing. Just to be human you know.

She said he was in the tub

relaxing with a drink. And you know what this means? Don't you? This

means that no one is going to shovel

the fucking snow! I'm going to be parking on that street for weeks!

Jesus Christ. Why me? Of all the places

I could be living, I had to pick a place with a sloppy meat cutter as

the handyman idiot."

"Why don't you call the landlord and let him know the walkway is not

being cleared. I'm sure he would want

to know."

"What do you think I am? A idiot or something! I called him. Of

course I called him. Jesus! I called him the second

I got my boots off. He said that as long as Frank is laid up..that's

what he said! Laid up! What a moron!

As long as Frank is

laid up that maybe I could shovel for a while. He said he would

knock off 30 bucks from the rent. The fucking

gall of that fat bastard! Who the fuck does he think I am? Some

lesbian butch? I told him to

cram it. I said he could stick that rickety old shovel up his over

used asshole. That’s what I said Vince. So help

me, that’s what I said. He couldn't believe it! He went silent. Then I

said,

 "no way Jose"

and slammed the phone

down. I nearly busted the fucking thing! Haha! So, hell, I don't

know what to do. Hey, hold on for a sec."

He heard her put the phone down on the table. He knew that table

well. He bought it about 5 summers ago at the

local Kmart. He carried the damned thing stuck in some cheap box up

those stairs in a horrible heat. Dragged it

into the kitchen and put it together by himself. Alone. A very big

accomplish for a man who needs instructions for

a hammer. This was supposed to be a surprise for Marie. She had been

bitching about the old table ever since she had moved in.

She came home that night. Put her keys on the table and without even

looking at Vince who was sitting in one of

the chairs said:

"Jesus Vincent, where the hell did you dig this

nightmare up? Kmart?"

But still, to this day the

table sat there. In his old apartment. A testament to his failures.

He lit a cigarette and as he placed the match in the

tray he heard her cough into his ear..then curse and then, much to

his dismay began to speak again.

"My God. I finally got out of my dress. I don't know why the hell I

still wear this ugly old thing you got me.

I do know this though, I have to

shave my legs. They are getting mighty hairy. Hey, you still like my

legs Vince? You used to go on and on about

how much you adored my legs. Back in the early days. Before it all

went to shit. Ain’t that right Vince? So, you

still like them? Do you think about them when you try to fall asleep

on that bed of yours? Do you?"

"Yeah, I guess I do. I don't know. Sometimes I guess."

"You guess? You guess? What kind of answer is that? Jesus Vince. You

are and always will be a real twit. You

know that don’t you?"

"Yeah, a twit with a capitol T."

An hour later they hung up, or actually she hung up on him. Pissed

off about something or other. He stripped out of his

sweat soaked shirt and decided to have a beer or two. Topless at the

kitchen table Vince sat with the bottle

of Miller and stared out the window. The rain had turned to a very

light snow. The street lights were just coming

on and soon he would have to get ready for work. What the fuck

happened to me Vince thought. How the hell did

I become a third shift jackoff with a insane so to be ex wife and a

car in danger of being taken away by the bank? It was too much

for him apparently as he stood up and with the bottle in his hand

went to the bedroom where he fingered through a

stack of books on the floor. In fact, the room was surrounded by

books. Like ropes in a boxing ring. All four walls

tattooed three feet high with books of every color and size. In no

order one could see. He grabbed The Stranger and

flipped through the pages. He put it down and turned around. He put

the bottle on the nightstand and walked over to

the corner by the window. He kneeled down and searched. After a while

he picked the book he wanted. Terry Andersons

memoir Den Of Lions. He opened the book at bookmark and

read:

"Prayers in the night hurled fiercely at an absent God;

pleas, promises, bargains  offered , but no answers."

He picked up a shirt laying on the bed. He put it on.

Eating a bologna sandwich alone at work Vince sat reading the

paper. More bad news. Unemployment up.

Riots in Germany. Bombs in the Mideast. The president is still a

moron and worst of all the paper yanked

Doonesbury from the funny pages after a controversial

strip. Garfield is not funny, it’s downright depressing he thought to

himself. What is this world coming to?

He gathered up his paper plate

and coffee mug. Walked over to the garbage can and threw them in.

Shit was rumbling. His stomach felt ill

so he headed off to the men’s room. On his way he ran into Marcella.

She just lifted herself up from the

water fountain and spotted him charging down the hall like a moose.

"Vince! Hey hey you Moose. How is ya?"

He slowed down. Stopped actually and greeted her in return.

"Marcella. Fine. I am fine. Did you hear about Doonesbury? The paper

axed it man."

"I know. I read about it this afternoon when I woke up. It’s an

outrage! It was always the first thing I read

when I got the dumb old paper. Hey, you in a hurry? Got time to grab

a smoke outside? I'm dying

for a cigarette."

His bowels churned. Bologna and depression do not mix. His belly was

bursting, screaming for relief.

"For you my friend, of course. I could use a dose of Turkish gold

myself. I just ate."

Marcella smiled and pulled at his arm. "Ok then, Mr. Moose, let’s go

smoke."

Outside they stood on the truck delivery station. Pallets laid

around them in the snow among the

discarded cigarette butts. Just a sliver of moon hiding behind the

clouds made it a dark evening. Or morning.

It was around 3AM and it had stopped snowing. They stood there

silently smoking. Vince looked up to the sky. He wanted to see stars

but

it was impossible. It was too cloudy.

"I wish we could see the stars but it’s too cloudy."

Marcella exhaled a puff of smoke and laughed "What is it with you and

the stars? Every time we come out here

you always talk about the stars. Just why is that Vinnie?"

Vince flicked his camel into the air. It landed with a suicide

grace. He watched it as it slowly went out in the snow.

"I don't know. I think I just like things that are far away."

"Interesting Mr. Mooseman. What about me? I’m right next to you. I bet

you don't like me eh?"

She smiled and

poked her elbow into his side. She laughed.

"Well out with the answer

Moosey!"

He stood there silent. He reached into his pocket for another

smoke. Lunch break was

almost over but there was time for at least one more. He would have

to wait two more hours before he could use

the bathroom though.

"Marcella, may I ask you a question?"

"Sure...why not! It’s Friday and I'm in a good mood! But you’re not

ducking my question are you?"

"I’m glad you're in a good mood Marcella."

He lit the cigarette and put away his lighter. His fingers were

getting cold and he wished he had brought his

gloves from the car. His head tilted up as his lips opened.

"Marcella, do you shovel your own driveway?"

She laughed.

"No no. My son does. He's good at it to. Every time it

snows he's on the job! What a silly question

Mr. Moose. Why do you ask?"

He took a drag from his smoke and flicked the half done thing onto

the ground. He turned away and began walking

back to the building.

No reason he said. Just simply curious.

He opened the door and felt the heat hit him. He had a minute left

to punch in. He walked to the clock. There really

was no time to do anything else.

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Tender Situation *Live Acoustic at Rudgers Dorm* by WEEN

I've been playing this tune pretty often here around the house and I thought I'd share it with you all. This is a live acoustic version from Rugers University...good stuff by the brothers Ween. So..have a listen to this great Ween track..sing along if you'd like...here are the lyrics:

Take this ache as the final break
A tender situation, create a good illusion
Feel the grip of your salvation
Yeah dude this is really a tender situation
Get off the pot man shake and bake
Taste the waste boy taste the waste
What is your place in my glorification
Yeah this is really a tender situation
Get off the pot man shake and bake
Taste the waste boy taste the waste
Pump it up or stray from that old station
Yeah dude this is really a tender situation

Babe Of The Day

Louise Brooks...voted babe of the month!

Let Me Kiss Ya by Nick Lowe

I've been on a mighty big Nick Lowe kick lately and here is one that I've been playing often...you'll be sure to dig it..I'm positive.

Babe Of The Day

Cyd Charisse

Babe Of The Day

Anna Sten

Strawberry Fileds NYC September 17, 2010

Here is a photo of myself taken at the John Lennon section of Central Park...Strawberry Fields.

Babe Of The Day

Hedy Lamarr