With a love so rare and true

My husband and I were having an intense and profound conversation about the consequences of substituting the word SHMOO for the words "blue", "new", and "you" in song titles...or really, you could try it with any word that has the oo sound.

My Aim is Shmoo
Peggy Shmoo
Behind Shmoo Eyes
Folsom Prison Shmoo
Shmoo Moon
Tangled Up in Shmoo
Runaround Shmoo

You know, like that.  Try it.  It's fun.

*I invite you to do an internet image search for The Shmoo, in case you don't remember what Shmoo is.

Found some oldies but goodies

From my stub hoard.

October 21, 1991.  The now-defunct Liberty Lunch from my Austin days.  Good night!  I am so thankful to have met the kind of people in my youth that set me on the proper audio path; Away from the mainstream, brainrotting crud.  Especially my friend Pete, who was all on about some band called Nirvana in a magical, faraway place called Seattle, and then my college boyfriend Eric, who was a complete freak for all things SubPop.

Monday, Nirvana.  Friday, Bob Dylan.  Excellent week.

Then.


Liberty Lunch in 2007 (Google image)

NOW (picture from Google maps- it's currently a shopping center with a watch store and ladies clothes.  Blech.  Tearing down cultural landmarks is a stab in the heart.