Lasorda Frisbee
by Alamo Cruise, “The Hopeless Loser” 

“Music soothes the heart of the Savage Beast, except Savage Garden. Boy, that pisses them off but good.”

Remember when CDs first came out? They were in those real thin tall cases, like records that had gone on the Slim Fast diet. I told that joke to Tommy Lasorda once and he told me himself he thought it was funny, so you all are kinda required to laugh. Unless you want to disagree with the official Slim Fast spokesman.

For real, those CD cases used to piss me off. I would open the box and expect a real long metal thing you could put in a CD player. Instead there would just be a smaller case with a silver disc inside. That package was so long I always felt completely ripped off that there was only one CD in there. I suppose they didn’t want to put two or more CD in there because they would have had to match everything up with another CD and charge people more. You’re less likely to buy the new Paul Simon CD if it’s packaged with Lemmy from Motorhead’s solo album or something. But it didn’t help me feel like I was getting taken on the whole deal. I paid for the whole length of the box and those guys didn’t bother to use it.

All I can figure is someone at the CD manufacturing company got the total grease job from a guy representing cardboard box manufacturers. He’s all like, “Oh, yeah, they may have their own little plastic cases, but what happens if someone scratches those while they’re getting put up on the shelf at Sam Goody? No sale, kemosabe. You know what’s great at stopping plastic case scuffing? A foot-long flat cardboard box. Yeah, we happen to manufacture those, if you want any.”

The really nice thing about those cases is you could store socks individually if you wanted. It beats having them wrapped up in a ball one inside the other, and makes you feel all fancy having one of your socks in box for Pink Floyd’s The Wall. Of course, then you can’t find any other concept album that fits well enough to store the other sock in, so it’s kind of a double-bladed bong, or however the saying goes. I suppose Quadrophenia wouldn’t be too far off. Watch me get all these nasty letters from uppity rock critics now.

You know what really sucks about CDs? They shaped them like frisbees and then make them where they scratch if you throw them like frisbees. And when they scratch you can’t play them anymore. Great idea, hot shot. My copy of Abbey Road is ruined because you thought it was cool to make them circular. A square disc like a computer would have worked just as well. Nobody had the urge to lob an 8-track to see how far it would go. As far as I’m concerned, I blame you for my ruined copy of Tapestry and you should reimburse me. At least they could have made the CD players have gigantic mouths where you could throw the CD. Like just sit on your couch and when one CD is over it spits it out. You throw another one from across the room and it lands in there and starts playing. You’re like a hero and shit, and it’s totally sweet.

Anyway, I’m planning on buying a CD player. So it would be nice for all this stuff to get fixed before I pick up one.

Intergalactic Train Mouth
That’s the first thing I learned during my history of riding the rails. I spent my college years, 20 through 20 ½, living my life as a hobo. I shared my stories with fellow vagabonds, dined on whatever I could find, and went wherever my whim took me.

HEAD
Some people call it test anxiety, like where you get really worried about how you’re going to do and forget all the stuff you know. But that’s not it. I mean, if I knew the stuff and forgot it, that would be bad enough, but I have no clue what they’re talking about.

Doctor Kiwani
When I was a kid my mom tried to sign me up for everything, from 4-H to the Cub Scouts, but I kept failing the entrance exams. I was in some other youth organization my dad got me into for about a week, but my hand kept cramping up trying to do the sign.

RC Dice
It makes you wonder why they stop making great products. There was this cereal they used to make, it was like Cap’n Crunch but all peanut butter pebbles, and a stick of chocolate was right in the middle of it. It was called Peanut Butter Cap’n Crunch and you had to buy a chocolate bar and stick it in the middle.