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Saturday, October 3, 2026
Night of the Living Brain-Dead #4
American families are facing the highest health care premiums ever, and double-digit rate hikes. Yet here's RFK Jr. talking about chemtrails at an event hosted by a group whose purpose is to spread conspiracy theories about vaccines—theories that are getting kids killed.
— Senator Patty Murray (@murray.senate.gov) September 18, 2026 at 9:45 AM
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Night of the Living Brain-Dead #3
Tommy Tuberville: Many airline pilots, flight attendants, and air traffic controllers are part of the furry community. It's terrifying.
— FactPost (@factpostnews.bsky.social) September 23, 2026 at 1:30 PM
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Night of the Living Brain-Dead #2
Dr Oz: "There are 5 times more people in parts of Obamacare in Florida than live in the state. It's impossible More than a third of people on Obamacare have never used the insurance policy once. If you were gonna pay your hard-earned money to buy insurance, would you ever use it? The answer is yes"
— Aaron Rupar (@atrupar.com) September 22, 2026 at 9:16 PM
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Night of the Living Brain-Dead #1
I usually attribute Trump's bizarre ramblings to either his psychopathic lying or his psychotic delusions, or some combination of the two. But this is just him being an economically illiterate moron.
— George Conway ⚖️🇺🇸 (@gtconway.bsky.social) September 17, 2026 at 11:43 PMu.s. e
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Friday, October 2, 2026
Friday Night Jukebox, Vol. DCX--The Drifters: On Broadway
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, on a blanket with my baby, that's where I'll be...(two weeks, FFS!) late again....
My introduction to this week's tune was actually a cover version from 1978 by jazz guitar virtuoso George Benson. Benson's funky ass version would win him a well-deserved Grammy and actually chart higher than this week's band's version. Over time I became familiar with this week's version and decided to go with the original as my featured post. In what will come as a great shock to my loyal readers (all three of them), I was further entranced by the latter version when I picked up a copy of the band's greatest hits at our local library sale....
The Drifters have almost as many incarnations as God but can basically be broken down into the Clyde McPhatter version (50's), the Ben E. King version (late 50's, early 60's). and the New Drifters (ever since). Over sixty different artists have performed as part of the Drifters. As one might suppose with so many different artists there have been nearly as many lawsuits over who owns what as there are people here in Detroit. The band has a somewhat sad legacy--they were often managed by less than honest people and were one of the worst paid bands ever. Clyde McPhatter had an especially sad life, harboring much bitterness over his treatment which led to alcoholism and an early death at the age of forty. On a happier note, the Drifters have been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, with selected members from all three versions. For their (sort of) career, the Drifters released ten albums (only two of which charted), nine compilations, and seventy-one singles (with one #1 and three more top ten). The Drifters are still technically performing, though none of the original members are anywhere near planet Earth anymore.
"On Broadway" was recorded by the New Drifters version of the Drifters and was released in 1963 on their rather seasidely entitled Under the Boardwalk. The song would reach #9 on the Billboard Hot 100, while the album was the highest charting of their career and peaked at #40.
Fun Fact: Not that anyone but me gives a shit, but "On Broadway" is the only song I can play on guitar both by note and by chords. Well, golly gee whillikers....
Written by the legendary songwriting duo of Jerry Lieber and Mike Stoller, "On Broadway" spins the tale of a young man with a guitar and a lot of dreams waking up to the fact that the road to stardom isn't all it's cracked up to be. Led by a plaintive lead vocal by Rudy Lewis (who would tragically die less than a year later from a drug overdose), the song features a touch of strings, a touch of trumpets, and a slithering guitar solo from a very young Phil Spector. The rest of the Drifters give a master lesson in the rhythm of harmonies with their chanting of 'on Broadway" throughout the song. In the end, the man with the guitar and the dreams is unwavering that he'll be a star--and that's enough to be another star in the Friday Night Jukebox galaxy....
Lyric Sheet: "But, oh, they're dead wrong, I know they are/'Cause I can play this here guitar/And I won't quit 'til I'm a star on Broadway (on Broadway)..."
Enjoy:
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