(Copyright © 2001 Al Aronowitz)



Subject: have u ever noticed?
Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2000 22:44:37 +0100
From: "Palo Kazimir" <>

Hi, I've already posted this onto several disc. boards, but anyways, maybe U could be of some help.

Well, in the song Yellow Submarine, there are these funny sailors voices as u know (officially credited as John and Paul) shouting all this nonsense, but among them you can hear one guy saying something like "Moshtemi vileezhat". This comes in at 1:34; it's a nasal, fast-speaking voice, pretty distinct from the other voices in that part of the song (those I WOULD credit to J or P).  But, and Im not kiddin you, this weird voice actually says "U can lick my [ass]", only that he says it in the Slovak language. The sound in Slovak transcribes to "Mozte mi vylizat", which really means what I said: "U can lick my [ass]".

Ive always wondered who the hell that could be. It simply cant be anyone of the Beatles, as they dont speak Slovak:). Perhaps a studio engineer having immigrated from Czechoslovakia and voicing his true opinion on the political regime he had managed to escape? If thatís the case, what a lucky guy, coz this is really funny and lots of people in my country have had a good laugh about this, especially back then in communism. Plus itís a real honour as he may have been the only foreigner to actually appear in a Beatles recording, except for Yoko I guess:-|

So, I know this is an odd issue, but any idea about who that voice belongs to?

PS If u cant help me, please feel free to forward this question to anyone knowledgeable. But please do not accuse me (as a couple of people on the net already did) of any sort of "hearing things", beatle-mysticism, ignorance of the Beatles' recording techniques, ignorance of the basic beatles facts, pro-western propaganda, etc, etc...:-) Thank U,


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Subject: An Observation
Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2001 00:55:09 EST

This evening driving home from work I stop at an intersection not far from home to wait for a freight train to pass so I can continue on my way. An occurrence that I usually find frustrating, as I can't wait to arrive home to see my wife,Patty ,and have a nice dinner.

Next to me on my right pulls up a White, battered ,1991,Mustang convertible. Behind the wheel sits a young woman in her early to mid twenties. As we exchange glances and a quick smile I notice she is happily keeping time to the music coming out of the speakers in the Mustang.

Boppin' to the Beat.

I can barely hear the tune as I have my own radio tuned to the local NPR affiliate,but the bass line is unmistakable.

Duh duh  duh duh  duh duh  duh duh  da ! da !

I turn down my radio to be certain, and yes, it's Brown Sugar . The Rolling Stones hit from the 1971 album Sticky Fingers. Surely one of my favorite Stones albums with the songs that hold some indelible memories for me. In that period, amongst other popular groups and singers, The Stones were it for me.

As I continue my sideward observation, my audio voyeurism, a thought strikes me.

Here it is in the year 2001. Someone in her twenties is getting off to a song popular 30 years ago. A song that was popular 10 years prior to her birth. In the year 1971 I was 24 years old. I would have no more been listening to the popular music of 1941 than I would have cut my shoulder length hair.

Sure, I listened to "old music". I loved the blues of Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf ,etc. I listened to Cisco Houston and Woody and the other folk greats of the 30s 40s and 50s. but to many people of my generation that was still considered popular music of our time.  

The music that was popular on the radio, the dance music of the late 30s and  early 40s was Swing. It was Jazz. It was the music of Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald , Benny Goodman and a parade of others too numerous ,and for me, as yet undiscovered to mention.

I had to wait until the late I was getting into my 40s to begin to appreciate this music.

The reasons for this aren't important. Let's just chalk it up to "deafness".

But at least now as I'm 53 years old I can sit behind the wheel of my 13 year old Cadillac, next to the twenty something girl in her 10 year old Mustang and bop to Louis and Ella dueting on "Let's Call The Whole Thing Off".

I'm glad I had to wait for that train to pass.


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Subject: Weird Xmas Eve...
Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 16:31:21 EST

Hahahaha, that is so funny! I have to study a Miles Davis piece for my Music A-Level over in the UK, so I might just show that to my teacher, see what he says! Thanks for having such a cool article on the site,


Jonny Roberts

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Subject: Garcia?
Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2001 14:01:20 EST

hey, Man, I really enjoy reading all your exploits with those hip people in the 60's. So, thanks for writing all of it. Things seemed liked they moved a lot faster in those days. As I'm 22, I find myself in the din of the year 2001. Not nearly as combustial as the times you've described. There is a lack of energy in my generation. And the energy that is there is focused in a more vengeful way and that is not particularly good.

Anyways, I remember reading a while ago an article you wrote that dealt with Jerry Garcia. Where could one find that if it was written by you. Sometimes this computer finds things and it gets hard to get back. If you could point me in the right direction. Thanks, and thanks again for all the wonderful writings. Be well.


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Subject: Time for a laugh. Hunter Thompson is willing
Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2000 02:13:51 -0600
From: jo grant <>
To: <>  

State of disgrace

By Hunter S. Thompson

The incredible dumbness of Sportswriters is a subject I thought I'd exhausted a long time ago -- but let's hit it one more time, just for the fun of it. ... I have described them as "a rude & brainless subculture of fascist drunks" and "more disgusting by nature than maggots oozing out of the carcass of a dead animal. ..."  

But they keep coming back for more, like pimps & real-estate agents, & on days like this I run out of patience. ... I have explained many times that I am, by Profession, a Gambler -- not some jock-sniffing nerd or a hired human squawk-box with the brain of a one-cell animal. No. That would be your average career sportswriter -- and, more specifically, a full-time Baseball writer.

OK, how's that for Rudeness? I can Play in this league. I don't like it -- but when my own editors at ESPN start asking me to get outraged about the Huge Salaries being paid these days to Baseball Pitchers -- instead of the truly Insane high-stakes Gambling that is going on right now in our national Political Arena -- I know how Thomas Jefferson felt when he said, "I fear for the fate of my country when I reflect that God is Just."   As for Pitchers, they are as useless as tits on a boar-hog & should all be put to sleep. Baseball's only hope for survival is the elimination of the "pitcher" position completely. (see "Hey, Rube" on Nov 6, 2000.)  

The cure for White House Disease is not so simple. It is like a combination of Blueballs & malaria, an interminable Fever that is always Incurable & often Fatal. The symptoms are blindness, freezing, sweating, weeping & delusions of suffering beyond Death.

Hell, a Presidential Candidate could barely buy Pittsburgh for $170 Million.

... Let's face it: : The only true Blood-Sport in this country is high-end , Politics. You can dabble in Sports or the Stock Markets, but when you start lusting after the White House, The Joke is Over. These are the real Gamblers, & there is nothing they won't do to win.  

Nothing involving jock straps or sports bras will ever come close to it for drama, violence, savagery & over-weaning lust for the spoils of victory. ... The Presidency of the United States is the richest & most powerful prize in the history of the World. The difference between winning the Super Bowl & winning the White House is the difference between a Goldfish & a vault full of Gold bars.

The very heart of the American electoral system now seems to be cracking. ... This is like a Super Bowl that goes into 99 scoreless overtimes, or a night when the sun never sets. Even Congress is preparing for Trench Warfare: The GOP leadership is now daring Clinton to try to pass a Spending 7Bill before the year ends. That would paralyze the Nation & prevent all payments for anything by the Federal Government. It is reminiscent of Political events that occurred just before the start of the Civil War. ... Beware. There might be no Super Bowl this year.

It is no accident that this vicious mess has come to a head in Florida. I know the state well. Florida has been very good to me in many wild & beautiful ways that still make my whole body hum when I think about them. ... I know Tallahassee & I know Palm Beach. I have run amok in Naples & suffered terrible boat crashes in the waters off Miami & the treacherous channels of Key West. ... I have run aground at midnight on sandbars far out in the ocean; I have lost control of my boat in many posh marinas & been rescued at sea by the Coast Guard so often that they came to recognize my voice on the short-wave radio. I have known great happiness in Florida & I still have a certain love for it.

  But I also know it to be the most corrupt & profoundly degenerate state in the Union. So many of its elected officials are so openly For Sale that politics in Florida is more like an auction than a democratic process. Its Congressmen have been jailed for Felony Fraud & its Senators have routinely committed more heinous crimes than Richard Nixon was ever accused of. ... More murders & rapes go unreported in Florida each year than in Corsica & Sicily combined. The state has no Income Tax & essentially no Law. Its cities are ruled by Depraved sots & its Universities are snake-pits of cheating & random sex in Public. The libraries are filled with Beer-Drunkards looking for Skull sessions & beautiful girls who are proud & Eager to oblige them. Oral sex is more common on the streets of Miami in the daylight hours than anywhere else in America.

Rude people will now & then ask me why I think I know so much about Politics. I tell them it's because I'm Smart. ... But that is a lie: The real reason is because I'm an incurable Gambling addict.

The gambling habit is no different from any other acquired addiction (Crack, Nicotine, Flogging, Lying, etc.) -- in that there are always two (2) very different types of addicts, the User & the Binger. The binge gambler is doomed from the start & so is a binge Flogger, like the infamous Marquis de Sade.

It was not the Vice, but the Binge, that destroyed him. If de Sade had learned Moderation -- if he could have kept his brutal Floggings down to one or two a week, even three -- the cops might have left him alone. But no, the Marquis wouldn't listen, so his legacy was to go down as the most Vicious Pervert in history.  

At least people are still interested in de Sade's crazed excesses. ... Al Gore will not be so lucky. He was Wrong from the Start & will forever be known as "the Loser" of the doomed 2000 Election. Bush is an Unhappy winner. He will be beaten like a rat in a waste-basket & he will age 14 years in the next Four.  

The Bush family has already Corrupted the Presidency & the U.S. Supreme Court. Millions of Americans will never again be Confident that their vote will be counted in any election. All we need now is the squalid Spectacle of Jeb Bush on TV, saying "I am Not a Crook."


 ---- Dr. Hunter S. Thompson's books include Hell's Angels, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail '72, The Proud Highway, Better Than Sex  and The Rum Diary. His new book, Fear and Loathing in America, has just been released. A regular contributor to various national and international publications, Thompson now lives in a fortified compound near Aspen, Colo.  ##

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