generation of say that again? hunter thompson on letterman

22 years ago, Hunter Thompson published the book Generation of Swine about the 1988 Presidential Campaign.  This video is from what I think is an interview with David Letterman.  Thompson brings his hat and jacket with him on stage (probably because there was something in them he could get arrested for).

Letterman never asked why his fingers were in a splint.  The only question Thompson answered was about him speaking at a Catholic university in Milwaukee where he asked if you believe George Bush is a guilty politician then invite him up on stage to stomp him to death.  The secret service came after him the next day.  At least I think that’s what he said.

Thompson lives up to the Ernest Hemingway quote, “A writer must write what he says. Not speak it.”

If anyone talented with transcribing Thompson speak is reading this, please let me know.

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ba-ba-ba-ba: dedicated to the one I love

Plinky‘s prompt for the day is to create a playlist for the one I love. You know who you are.

If Not For You by George Harrison

I found this gem while researching George Harrison last year when he received his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Bob Dylan wrote the lyrics, but it was this performance from 1992 that made me favorite it:

The mustache, the purple jacket, and 1992, the year we married. Definitely first choice.

Love Shack by B-52s

This song was around number one when my husband and I were dating. I first heard the B-52s do it on David Letterman, remembering them from the early eighties as the crazy “Rock Lobster” people. The next day at work I raved about it which was fortunate since I worked in a record store. This CD along with the BoDeans, Tom Petty and the Traveling Wilburys were on constant rotation.

This band was the original Lady GaGa. I heard that the reason they named themselves the B-52s was from the ladies’ hair that was fixed to look like bombs.

Happy Together by Turtles

Tim had this grand plan for me the night he proposed. He hid my ring in a piece of cake (he called it “Carat Cake”) and came over to the house. I had the worst cold and I was watching the Clarence Thomas sexual harassment trial. Romantic, I know.

We went out in the cold and drove around telling everyone the good news, though I was coughing and hacking up a storm. In the car, he played this song with the following lyrics:

Me and you and you and me

No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be

The only one for me is you, and you for me

So happy together

And these thoughtful words:

Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba

Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba

In sickness and in health, we’re still happy together.

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