On 10-15-97 STEWY wrote to NICHOLAR COAD... 
 
 S > Hi, just a note to say I've been having a few problems logging on to 
 S > your bbs...is it me or you?  Also couldn't find area to leave message 
 S > for sysop...that's why I'm putting it here. 
 
        That's no excuse, but I suppose your sysop will have told 
        you this. You just sent your message all over the world 
        in an echo devoted to the discussion of progrock music, 
        wasting in cumulative total many dollars in long distance 
        telephone charges, many megs of hard drive space and 
        perhaps thousands of people's time. Be careful, small 
        actions can have large repurcussions. Your carelessness 
        has already caused the nation's GNP to drop several 
        percentage points, with a potential snowball effect, 
        possibly leading up to global economic instability that 
        could well result in world war III or even worse, another 
        reunion tour by the Eagles. 
 
        Now, I will eventually forgive you but not until I have 
        punished you thoroughly by explaining some of the lines 
        to "Hotel California" 
 
        On a dark desert highway - numbnutz forgot to turn on his 
        headlights, prolly whacked on blow 
 
        cool wind in my hair - getting old and balding 
 
        warm smell of culitos, rising up in the air - simple 
        physics and linguistics: culitos is Spanish for anuses, 
        obviously someone has farted, and as we know, cool air 
        sinks (down to where it would be in his hair?) and hot 
        gases rise. 
 
        So I called up the Captain - obvious reference to Daryl 
        Dragon, keyboard player for The Captain and Tenille and 
        probably one of the Eagles favourite golfing buddies. 
 
        We haven't had that Spirit here - a reference to what the 
        song is really about, not *hotel* California but *Randy* 
        California, especially with the reference to balding 
        bringing to mind Randy's chrome-domed step-dad, drummer 
        Ed Cassidy. 
 
        You can check out any time you like, but you can never 
        leave - this line was stolen from the advertizing slogan 
        for Roach Motels (a little carboard box with poison) 
        which is even more effective if you flip the box over and 
        read it in Spanish: Pueden entrar pero no pueden salir. 
        Ooooh, gives me nightmares. 
 
        And I finish with my favourite Eagles joke: why did the 
        roadie reverse the polarity on the amp and pull lose the 
        grounding? Cuz he wanted to see Glenn Fry! 
 
        There, suffered enough? 
 
                                Cheers, 
                                Kenneth the moderator 
 
Ok ok, just one more: 
 
q. what did the underage groupie get from the coked out 
gun-toting bogus-mellow "laid back So.Cal." rock star? 
 
a. a peaceful easy feeling. Oh yeah, and crabs. 
 
 
 
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