Random Thoughts

"Kingston Town" by the obscure band Lord Creator.
One of the greatest rock-steady songs ever...later covered by UB40.
Not to be confused by the different song with the same title by Harry Belafonte.

http://www.cduniverse.com/search/xx/music/pid/1044812/a/UB40's+Jukebox:+18+Original+Reggae+Hits+Later+Recorded+By+UB40.htm
(this whole disc is irie as fuck by the way)

"Kingston Town" by Lord Creator

The night seems to fade,
But the moonlight lingers on
There are wonders for everyone
The stars shine so bright,
But they're fading after dawn
There is magic in Kingston town

Oh Kingston town,
The place I long to be
If I had the whole world
I would give it away
Just to see, the girls at play

And when I am king,
Surely I would need a queen
And a palace and everything, yeah
And now I am king,
And my queen will come at dawn
She'll be waiting in Kingston town

 

OK, time for an embarrassing story ...

One of my first days down there I'm in the photogs' room with a few photographers. They wanted to have some fun at my expense and said, "Songbird, mon, whenna you go inna newsroom, say BOMBACLAT! and watch everyone crack up!"

I had no clue what that word meant so I agreed. I walk into the newsroom, mid-afternoon, full staff of writers, editors, managing editors, and blurt HEYYYY, BOMBACLAT!

Oh shit!

The newsroom turned silent as a funeral. All eyes on me. The photogs were in the room behind me laughing their asses off. A few people in the newsroom were containing their laughs. For a few minutes I was the 300-pound elephant in the newsroom. They played the same joke on other American newbies, but my BOMBACLAT! was the loudest, apparently. People in the newsroom knew it was going to happen at some point, so they began to chuckle or smile or whatnot, and business as usual resumed. Thank god I had a photo assignment pronto and could get out of the building ASAP. Good times.

 

OK, I give up. Despite my passing familiarity with Jamaican music of the 60s and 70s, I haven't the first fucking idea what bombaclat means.

 

Back before the use of tampons, women used cloths to hold their excrement after their period. So Bomba is referring to their Bum, and Clat is Cloth. Bum Cloth, a rude saying in countries where this term is used.

 

Thanks, Ellis. I'll be sure to avoid casual use of "bumaclat" when I travel to Trinidad this week for the first in my series of articles on how the soccer team is preparing for a return to the World Cup in 2010.

Dem red unifarms dey look like old bumaclat!

 

I agree being with your ex for one night is the best sex the two of you will ever have, however like you said there was a reason it didn't work in the first place. So I say if you know in your heart of hearts you can have one last night with him and not fall again, have at it.

 

I really wish Daria would come back. Or at least come out on DVD.

 

Let's all take a minute to remember how Matt Leinart became a father... don't do it, people!

 

Ex-sex NEVER ends well.

 

If the end result is a good nut, then it does end well; for the guy, anyway. If you're talking after-the-nut ramifications, then you're right.

 

And my ex-boyfriend, who knocked up his estranged, then-soon-to-be-ex-wife, now fully an ex-wife, when he slept with her once.

Oops.

 

Just watched "We Don't Live Here Anymore" with Naomi Watts and Laura Dern and Mark Ruffalo and Peter Krauss. Half a star. Watts is still so very cute. And Ruffalo looks like a combination of me and a former colleague. It was weird watching him and thinking, damn, that looks like me and (former colleague).

It ended just in time for Saddam's hanging.

"Tony, I know it's 27 degrees at 10 p.m. in Baghdad." [/Larry King]