“I got in town a month ago. I’ve seen a lot of girls, since then. If I can meet em I can get em, but yet I haven’t met em, that’s how I’m in the state I’m in.”
I’ll have to check my records, but this may in fact be the first time I’ve posted a blog two nights in a row since I started up this thing over two years ago. (I’m a lazy SOB. Some times. Other times not so much.)
The title of this blog is also eerily similar to last night’s blog post, and is meant as an explanatory note to any of my three or four readers who may have stumbled across it. Here is a brief timeline that will explain everything.
March 1st, 1964: Sam Cooke releases the album Ain’t That Good News, which contains the song Another Saturday Night. (And I ain’t Got Nobody.) It’s a great song.
November 28th 1973: I am born.
Sometime In 1974: Cat Stevens releases a cover of the song, and in fact this is the version I myself am most familiar with. An interesting side note is I don’t usually like covers, but I think because this was the version I heard first and grew up with, it is actually still my favorite version. (No disrespect meant for the late great Sam Cooke. After all he wrote the song, and he was an extremely talented singer/ songwriter. Plus the way he died….Holy shit, the way…he…died. I may have to write a whole blog just about that.)
The 80’s. Professional wrestling is HUGE, especially WWF. I briefly became a big fan, and as a kid it would have been hard not to be. It was all over the television, and back then we only had 3 or 4 channels to choose from. There were also toys, cereals, magazines, and a Saturday morning cartoon program called Hulk Hogan’s Rock n’ Wrestling. One of my favorite bad guys was “Rowdy” Roddy Piper. He wore a kilt and a hot rod shirt, and came to the ring with bagpipe accompaniment. He was a “heel” (or bad guy) and would employ all manner of mean tricks in the ring to win his matches. He was wildly entertaining, and even if you hated the guy, you couldn’t help loving the guy.
May 16th, 2015: I attend the Motor City Comicon. (As usual, I dress up like Hunter S Thompson for this outing.) “Rowdy” Roddy Piper was there, and so were a bunch of people wearing his famous Hot Rod T-Shirt. I considered meeting him, but I didn’t really have a lot of money with me, so I figured, maybe next time. That…was a mistake.
July 31st, 2015: “Rowdy” Roddy Piper dies of cardiac arrest at the tender age of 61. I come across this news in the midst of simultaneously writing a blog, working on a silly paint shop project, reading blogs, consuming booze, listening to music, messing around on Facebook and occasionally taking a break to play Galaga. (I have a short attention span, and therefore must always be multitasking if I want to get anything done. Otherwise I sometimes just end up sitting and staring at nothing. For hours.)
The blog I was writing quickly jumped track from a political rant to a sort of homage to Piper. While I was writing it, the song “Another Saturday Night” (The Cat Stevens version) popped up on my iTunes and gave me a brilliant idea for the title of my blog. Since it was Friday night and not Saturday night, the title didn’t really work that well, but I felt I still deserved congratulations for my hilarious wordplay.
You could have waited one more day Piper. One. More. Day. (Once a heel, always a heel.)
Technically I posted the blog July 31st, but apparently WordPress begins it’s day 4 hours ahead of me, which by my estimation puts it somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, so it came out dated August 1st. In any event as I plan to post this on August 2cnd, that gives me a golden opportunity to embark on a daring challenge to myself. I hereby announce my intentions to post a blog every day for the month of August. Stay tuned to find out how spectacularly I end up failing at this endeavor.