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Disney 2010 Day 1 & 2 | The Bleat.

It may sound like hell, but trust me: getting up at 5:17 AM for a day of flying is a-ok if you’ve been in a good place, and you’re heading home for Halloween. It’s almost midnight, and I’ve no idea why I am awake. Really. Since the flight left at 8:45, the Mouse insisted we catch the 6 AM bus to the airport, and that meant getting up at 5:17 so I could be ready to get out of the way of the wife and child, slated for a 5:30 awakening. Slept a little on the first leg; landed in Atlanta, spent two and a half hours waiting for the second flight. Slept a little. It was thin sleep, snapped in two when my head dropped or lolled, but there were dreams, and dreams mean REM, and REM means you’ve mainlined some Z time down to the marrow. I woke for good just as the beverage cart pulled past: coffee, my good man. Watched an episode of a British crime drama (Pascoe and Daziel, Ep 1, if you’re curious) and that took me right to the moment when you have to shut off everything because your solid-state iPad will scramble the plane’s electronics.

Dropped off the family, drove north to get the dog, who was confused. He’s always confused when I pick him up. It takes a while. But I give him the standard whistle – the primary means of communication we have these days – and he got the point, trotted over to the car. He recognized that. Home, with the standard strange feeling you get after a vacation: refamiliarity. When I pulled up in the driveway my wife was just returning from dropping things off for the Haunted Party down the street at the Haunted Triangle (land that was once part of Jasperwood, but severed in the 20s by civil edict) and now Jasper got it. He ran to my wife and sang and talked and arooo’d and everything else. I may be alpha, but she’s his best friend. I am law, but she is Indulgence. It’s always been that way. Someone has to be Law, especially with a dog like Jasper.

Grabbed another 20 minutes of sleep, then off to the Halloween Party. Took the kids around the neighborhood with two other parents. Had some chili that had been simmering since Friday. Came home with frozen toes and helped daughter sort the candy by genre and rank. Went back to the party to chat, then staggered home to . . . resize photos and prepare the Bleat! Excitement unparalleled, that. Now it’s almost 12, and I will head downstairs for the saddest moment of the month: extinguishing the pumpkin. That’s the moment when you stop and savor the silence and give the day its due, remember the shivering pleasures of your own childhood, and realize: November, the great dead weight of November, has rolled ‘round again. Gird ‘em up; here we go.

Ah, but this will be a different November. As we’ll see. For now: I hope you had a great Halloween. The recap of the Florida excursion, a two-entry Bleat event, follows below.

10.28.10 8:54 PM

I am waiting for my entire reservation to be rebooked. Why? Because I did not add the dining plan when I checked in. Now, this option was not presented when I checked in, I think. I recall saying I would take it up with the concierge after supper, because we had been traveling all day, were starving, and wanted to sit outside, consider our options, then wife and child would go to the room.

The room I had already changed. I’m so damned difficult. They put us in a part of the complex that was as far as possible from Downtown Disney, and since we wanted to end our evening with a stroll over to the bright lights and merry – I’m sorry, magical – excitement, I requested, and got, a closer room. Then we had a delicious dinner outside in the warm humid air, and I went to the concierge. Only be to be told they could not -

They just came outside to tell me that nothing could be done. Their hands are tied. The power to rebook has been taken away by the Main Office, and that’s that. Ah well. Probably just as well; I hate that whole points system anyway. Now to go see if I can still buy tickets for the Park, or if that has to be done a year in advance as well.

Well, that was an inauspicious start, but probably just as well. I hate the points system anyway. You get a snack and two drinks and a half-snack and a table service and a sit-down service and a slouch-in-your-chair service and a half-drink and a crouch-over-the-table with a snack and six-drink option, plus dessert. Or something like that. Never been able to figure it out, and you end up eating more than you want just to burn off the points. Here! Have some chips! I don’t want any. You might as well! It’s America! Eat your chips!


As is the tradition, we walked over to Downtown Disney, where a magical time can be had shopping for magical merchandise to remind you of the magic of your magical vacation. Since daughter is out of the phase that requires a plush animal to mark every trip or event, we were spared endless plush deliberation. But I still enjoy seeing them all together, either happy with magical joy or screaming at the approach of Zuul:

We hit Goofy’s kitchen for TEH GREATEST Rice Krispee treat ever (the special touch: a layer of solid frosting!) Control freak that I am, I made it last for three days. Same with the jelly beans. It’s the lesson of moderation – forbid little, but make portion control paramount. Yes, you can have some ice cream. No, you cannot have two or three bars a day. Yes, you can have a waffle. No, you cannot have dessert after lunch.Yes, you can have this, but we’re going to split it. And so on.

Back to the room. We had a view of one of the lagoons and the fountain. A long day – seven, eight hours of travel with a long layover in Atlanta – but any day that ends here is a good one.


I love this place.

So this morning I got up and went to the Artist’s Palette, as the restaurant is known. The menu never varies. Ever. As you’d expect for a place that serves people once a year, I guess, but you remember these things. And laugh: the Bounty Platter! Yes, sample the rich Bounty of the Artist’s Palette! I’ll have some braised cerulean and some hashed ochres, with a side of linseed oil. The Bounty Platter has one of everything, including the hard little crusty severed Mickey-heads in waffle form. They’re better in the large size. The omelette are delicious, the potatoes magnificently seasoned, and everything fills you up and prepares you for a hard day of walking around – and eating!

We went to Epcot the first day. I love Epcot. Don’t have the same reaction I did the first time, where newness and delight was tinged with a certain sort of sadness – seeing the 70s ideas of THE FUTURE! was nostalgic and bittersweet. The glass pyramid, the monorail, the enormous million-faceted sphere, the tinged concrete, and all the other details that made you feel like you were in a Gene Roddenberry pilot.

Now I enjoy it for what it is, and enjoy its curious conjoining of Science! and international comity. One half techno-theme-park, one half permanent Festival of Nations housed in exquisite sets.

Rides first, including Test Track, which consists of some mundane rumbling around a dark room before then car speeds up towards a wall at an alarming rate of acceleration – then the wall parts and you shoot outside and spin around the track. The free soda from other lands stand, daughter’s favorite; the adhesive properties of the room’s floor are remarkable, and make you wonder how many people are incapable of bringing a cup to their lips without dumping half on the ground. I shocked everyone by going straight to Beverly, the Italian tonic known for its peculiar, somewhat bitter flavor. I love it. I would bet I am not alone; there are many who step inside the gates of Epcot and think “Beverly awaits.” It’s an acquired taste, particularly if you’re used to drinks so sweet they they would induce diabetes in a steel girder, but after a bracing cup of Beverly everything else tastes like liquid candy. Which it is. Sat by the fountain for a while, because I am content to just sit and watch the world pass by on a sunny day, listen to the music, just be there. But. Wife went off to some cooking thing that involved goat cheese, and I took the daughter to Innoventions to play a landfill sim and test my knowledge of storm-resistant construction techniques. We also played “Where’s the Fire,” and led the Findwells to victory. It helps to have done it before, and have only two players; we kept getting bonus rounds.

We rejoined and set off to the International Area of Cultures Sanded Down to Agreeable Archetypes, and were instantly tempted by the food. Chile! Brazil! But you can’t have the first thing you see. No, you must walk 2/3rds of the way around until you realize that what you really want was . . . something from Chile and Brazil, and then you keep going. Along the way, pavilions.

China: we went to the 360 movie, “6,000 Years of Scenery, and Don’t Ask About the Despotism.” It was narrated by a poet in period clothes from the Tungsten Dynasty – I think that’s what he said – and it made me wonder if 500 years from now they’ll have a holographic show that features Carl Sandburg, poet of the Kennedy dynasty, walking around in a hamburg and a pinstripe suit and running shoes and a monocle. Who’d know? The movie showed the great cities, the marvelous scenery, and since it was 360 you could turn around and around and lose yourself in the illusion, a little. There wasn’t any history, except to note that Shanghai and Macau were influenced by the West. The former was the most attractive of the cities, to me. I have absolutely no fellow-feel for Asian aesthetics at all. The art, the architecture, the music – lands on my heart like a rock on an anvil.

But it was impressive, and the hosts delightful, and we enjoyed it. Natalie had some potstickers and pronounced them the best ever in the world, and I had a bite and agreed.

Off to another nation we hadn’t seen before. (You want to space them out so there’s always something new.) Japan. Natalie is a great enthusiast of all things Japanese, thanks to anime, and when we entered the enormous store she almost died. This is what heaven looks like, she said with mock seriousness, but she meant it. Everything was SO CUTE or SO COOL and they had REAL AUTHENTIC JAPANESE CANDY. She had a gift card to spend, and chose her items with great care while . . . well. My wife had wandered outside to hear some music, and when we joined her she waved us over to the PhotoPass spot for a family picture.

“You listened to Starship?” the photographer said.

My wife said she had. The photog looked at me. “You a Starship fan?”

“No sir,” I said.

“Really? Aw dude, c’mon, We Built This City!”

“They didn’t build anything,” I said. “The idea of Grace Slick singing ‘they’re always changing corporation names’ when the band had three names is just the start of my problems, and ‘Marconi does the Mambo’ is the other.”

“Yeah, you’re right, it was Jefferson Airplane, then Jefferson Starship, then just Starship.”

“I hated them all,” I said. “‘White Rabbit’ is the Bolero of rock.”

“Okay well I can see you got opinions!”

Family by now is cringing. Yes, Daddy has opinions.

So we took our pictures and moved along. I had something at the Italian booth – ravoli in a creamy bolognese sauce under a quilt of mozzarella, unbelievable – then I found myself in sudden need of coffee. Hard as hell to get jake in these places, but I know a cart by the English pavilion, so that’s where I went. Stood behind a nice family of Englishmen, who ordered cappuccinos. I wanted to say how disappointed I was: tea, for God’s sake! Crumpets! Bangers! Mash! Conform to the things I saw on TV growing up! But we moved along to the Canadian pavilion, which has an enormous castle (it’s probably only 1 1/2 stories tall, but it looks five stories high) and their own 360 degree show called “We Could Only Get Martin Short for This One.” The queueing area was interesting. (If you don’t spend time studying how they do things here, like setting moods in the queue, you’re wasting your time. You’re a cow on an abattoir chute!) It was dark as a mine-shaft, woody, 19th century. Felt honest and frontier-rough. I loved it, because it tied into the iconography and preconceptions of the Old West, and since that’s America, a bond was formed, and deep in your heart you remembered that Canada and America are brothers, and -

“I swallowed the cellophane wrapper from my rice cake candy,” daughter said.

“Did you mean too?”

She nodded. “It wouldn’t come off. I think you’re supposed to swallow it.”

After a little speech from a clean-cut, proud, but not boastful Canadian fellow, we saw the show. As I said, Martin Short. He’s very self-deprecating. It’s all very self-deprecating. “Hare are some cities that are bigger than you may have thought, and a few smaller ones. Now, snow. Now, trains. Here’s the Bay of Fundy. The tide is really low when it’s out and really high when it’s in. Snow! Flowers, we has them. Look at all our happy ethnic community-members turning to the camera and smiling! Hockey!”

And so on. What I loved about it: the fleeting shots of early 20th century Canadian architectural accomplishments. The magnificent things they built in the New World with pen and ink and strong arms and sharp minds. The way the vocabulary of the old world was brought over here and reinstalled, sober and decent and just. At least that’s the impression you get. Never was that entirely, of course. But better Victorian Regina than the latest Emperor with his soft arse on a silk cushion in the forbidden city. If you ask me.

When we got out it was time for more grazing. Chilean pork, something from Brazil, and the most amazing treat of them all: from New Zealand, a “Lamb Slider” with tomato chutney. Yes, it’s boring to hear what others eat – at least it always bores me to read it – but the idea that you’d spend a day at Epcot and rapturously reel off the things you ate is a testament to this festival. The weather? Perfect. Warm. Sunny. A light breeze. Early sunset, it being the end of October, and then a warm night in the park.

A perfect day. Tomorrow we try it again. More pictures? Yes: it’s Hollywood Studios. See you Tuesday!

By the way: Recession be damned. The place was packed.


48 Responses to Disney 2010 Day 1 & 2

  1. Lileks
    Yes, sample the rich Bounty of the Artist’s Palette!

    Be grateful you didn’t sample Bob Ross’ Palette- Squirrel can be a bit gamey.

    “Really? Aw dude, c’mon, We Built This City!”

    Craig Chaquico was from Sacramento, and his guitar clinics back in the 80s were great. As happy as he was to have a top ten song on the charts, he never used that particular piece in any lessons I attended.

  2. Chris says:

    If it was Beverly you were after, you could have taken MARTA to downtown Atlanta and had some at the World of Coca Cola museum. I’m pretty sure it’s the most “popular” drink they have.

  3. Karasu says:

    If what Natalie had was Botan Rice Candy, then it’s alright. It’s meant to be eaten wrapper and all. ^_^

  4. hpoulter says:

    Sounds like fun (cue the Disney-bashers, though). I haven’t been to DW in a long time.

    Personally, I love a lot of Asian art and design, but different strokes. Most architecture doen’t ring my chimes.

    Agree on Airplane, though. “We Built this City” always got my goat.

  5. Alex says:


    Darned–missed you again, not the first time our Orlando visits have coincided–we were at Universal to see Hogwarts castle–recommended, but super crowded.

    What happened to the Disney timeshare condo you bought?

  6. Bob W. says:

    “I hated them all,” I said. “‘White Rabbit’ is the Bolero of rock.”

    I agree on much of their music, with one exception. Run Away was a good song.

    Not in my personal top ten, but good anyway.

  7. shesnailie says:

    _@_v – they may have built a city on rock ‘n roll but you know they still had to use mob concrete…

  8. Patty D. says:

    How were the crowds there? We’re likely traveling out to Disney during the last week of October next year, and I want to try to get a gauge of things.

  9. Cory says:

    Bolero actually was the inspiration for White Rabbit. It’s obvious in the intro.

  10. Joni says:

    Wow, we just got back from Disneyworld too. I had the lamb slider – loved it! – also the pecan bread pudding, the only F&W Fest offering my children found even vaguely palatable. Oh well, more for me.

  11. rbj says:

    I disagree about November being a great dead weight. It’s got its own holiday in Thanksgiving (and Veterans Day) plus there’s the anticipation of Christmas — without the frantic pace of December.

    January, on the other hand, is just cold and dark, with the promise of a cold and dark February right after. February at least has 2 positives — Spring Training and it’s the shortest month.

  12. Jennifer says:

    Great post.

    I tried Beverly in Atlanta, after tasting a lot of sweet–and whoo! did it make my toes curl. Didn’t care for it much–but concede that it is probably something that grows on you.

    You make me wish to visit Disney again (and I don’t really care for Disney). You make it sound lovely. If you hadn’t mentioned it was packed, I would have thought you had it all to yourselves. I guess the crowds don’t bother you?

  13. Natalie says:

    I’m debating Disney in early December. Disney or the beach. It will be one of the two, but you’re making me want to go to Disney.

  14. James brings up an interesting phenomenon. You talk to a sales person, clerk, photog, whatever. Actually engage them in a two-way conversation beyond “we’ll have three, please.” Drives the kids into paroxysms of embarrassment. I’ve had my teen age boys literally in tears because I asked a waiter with an interesting accent where he was from, what it was like there, etc. He was very pleased and proud to answer, but the kids didn’t see that. They just wanted to disappear — or make me disappear.

  15. Patrick McClure says:

    James, I couldn’t disagree more about the dining plan. My wife and I, and our two youngest, were at DW fom the 18 to the 23, w/ 4 day park entries (did each park). Stayed at a Disney hotel for the first time (All Star Music, after all we aren’t all rich internet moguls). Had a great time and did the dining plan. You don’t have to keep track. Each time you use one of the allowances your receipt tells you how many you have left. Plus, it was less expensive than if we had eaten at the same places and paid by cash or credit card. Finally, it works as it’s own method of portion control, and as portion control for kids. (You have one snack each day, and after it is gone, no more.) Had a great time. While DW’s main point is seperating the customer from his/her/its money, they do it so pleasantly that you have a good time. It did seem as if every other family we saw or met was from the UK. Made me wonder if the Queen was left alone at home to hold down the fort.

  16. Al Federber says:

    I asked myself: Would I rather go to a Disney park, go on a cruise, or lock myself in a broom closet? Broom closet won.

  17. Patrick McClure says:

    All who agree that the best vacation for Al would be to lock himself in a broom closet say Aye.

  18. TByrd says:

    I went to DisneyWORLD for the first time Xmas 2009. LOVED IT. Being a native Californicator I’d only been to DisneyLAND & the California theme park thing. The 4 Disney parks in Orlando are gorgeous compared to the 2 parks in California. I liked the Nepali ride in the Animal Kingdom the best. Think yeti.

  19. Never been to DW or Florida. Wife is going this month for business. Fortunately her business is amusements parks and will see Harry Potter thingie and at least one Disney park.

    Al it is a free and liberal country, please come out of the closet.

  20. swschrad says:


    and lock me in the basement.

    but that doesn’t mean other folks can’t go take their megacrowd ultraplush experience on the beleagured back of poor Bank of America. you really have to feel sorry for BoA, buying all those loserbanks a couple years ago.

    doesn’t look like I’m getting out past AnnaMoose any time soon, what with age and the wife not wanting to sleep with a rock in one pit of the back and a root in the other. in a tent. in the flies. and in the rain.

    but we get along just fine, and hopefully back to Hawaii in a couple years. off the 4-star trail.

  21. GardenStater says:


  22. Spud says:

    @Alex: As I understand it, folks who buy a timeshare in Disney buy time and not the condo/place at a particular time. Depending on how much money you initially spend you can trade in for any other place on Disney property at the same level of “fanciness”.

    I also begrudgingly liked the dining plan (lotta $$), as it can feed a crowd cheaper than if you’re on your own. Getting food from outside of Disney while you’re staying on property can be a hassle. Not many of the rooms/condos have full kitchens, let alone a fridge bigger than ones you find in dorm rooms.

    On Disney’s cable TV they have several different Disney channels, where some of them loop the same information about the park over and over. There’s no telling how high the ratings would be if they could feature the Lileks family, like one of those reality shows, on one of the Disney channels. A camera would capture their stroll around the parks, with James giving the voice-over and “director” commentary. Count how many times (G)Nat sighs and rolls her eyes!

  23. Droptma Styx says:

    Went to Universal a month after Harry Potter opened and there were lines to get in the freakin’ SHOPS! Universal just posted their best quarter EVER, thanks to Rowling’s brats. Central Florida thanks the recession-untouched people of the world for spending their loot with us.

    Best times to visit Orlando theme parks and miss the big crowds are the 2 weeks following a school break: so think late September, late January and late May. Trust me: wife worked at WDW for 11 years.

    I loved the early Jefferson Airplane. Say what you want about the lyrics, with Jorma Kaukonen on lead guitar and Jack Casady on bass, Grace could make farting noises into the mike and it would be great. In fact, I think I heard a live version of Somebody To Love that sounded just like that.

  24. JamesS says:

    To each family their own, vacation-wise, I say. From the time our kids were born we always did a week’s stay in a beach house down on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Way down by the village of Hatteras (which is actually quite a bit farther down the island than Cape Hatteras) there is no beach honky-tonk of boardwalks, putt-putt golf, etc. — just miles of sparsely-populated beach with beautiful warm aquamarine water and waves just perfect for boogie boarding/body surfing.

    The one time we took the kids to Orlando (Universal — I’ve never liked Disney) we stayed over at Clearwater, where the kids got their first taste of the Gulf. Their opinion: waves weren’t big enough. Had fun at the park, though.

    I can’t imagine taking a vacation where I have to — you know — actually do things. My idea of a vacation is to sit back, watch the waves and sip a few adult beverages. YMMV.

  25. In retrospect, Knee Deep In The Hoopla is a fine album title.

    Too bad about the actual album it adorned….

  26. fizzbin says:

    Al, Al, Al, we’re all your pals. You don’t have to go into the broom closet…it’s not like it’s Nov 3rd (heh).

  27. hpoulter says:

    I suggest the crawlspace.

  28. Trish in Tucson says:


  29. John Powell says:

    Jefferson Airplane was better live than any of their albums show, because of Jack Casady on bass. But I have to agree about “White Rabbit” and especially the awful “We built this City.” Crap.

  30. GardenStater says:

    All morning long, I had “We Built This City” running through my head.

    Thanks for the earworm, James.

  31. browniejr says:

    @hpoulter: perhaps a “spider hole” a la Saddam Hussein might be a better choice…

  32. Stan Smith says:

    You must have visited the French pavilion at some time or other…if not, you must go. Fun film of the countryside with a minimalist narration over music from Debussy, Saint-Saens, etc. Lovely.

    Made me want to run out of the theater at the end waving a handful of money shouting, “Where’s the travel agent???”

    Epcot. My favorite place ever.

  33. I liked the Jefferson Airplane, particularly on their early albums, such as ‘Surrealistic Pillow.’ I gave up on them when they became Jefferson Starship. By the time they morphed into ‘Starship,’ they were indistinguishable the other late-70s/early 80s big-hair, high-voiced schlockmeisters–Rush, Journey, Foghat, Kansas, Bryan Adams, ad nauseum.

  34. swschrad says:

    meanwhile, this sports shocker… Randy Moss waived by the Vikings.

    funny, the sun is still shining, my clock is still ticking… .

  35. Josh says:

    Dang…family and I were at Epcot on the SAME DAY! Weeeeeeeeirrrrrd, right?

    I likely wouldn’t have noticed you anyway. The sun, the heat and the PTSD following the Princess breakfast with my 4-year old daughter left me slackjawed most of the day.

  36. todd says:

    Consider yourself very fortunate to afford this vacation.

  37. rivlax says:

    Have to say I liked the Airplane and still do. That first album, “Jefferson Airplane Takes Off,” which was pre-Gracie Slick, is still worth listening to, and “Surrealistic Pillow” is the best album by a SF psychedelic band that was put out at the time. Always felt they were far, far superior musically than the Dead or the godawful Big Brother and the Holding Company. And Slick was so much better a singer than Joplin. Just sayin’.

  38. JerseyAmy says:

    Glad I stopped by the Bleat today – I don’t get to do that much lately. But now I’m all excited for our December trip to the Walt Disney World. It’ll be my kid’s first trip, and though he won’t remember it, I will. He loves Mickey and his friends, Pooh and his friends, and all the Toy Story guys, so he should be in his glory (or possibly terrified of them).

  39. Al Federber says:

    Disney is to fun as Manwich is to food.

  40. swschrad says:

    @Al Federber: sloppy?

    it’s a different taste. genuine Louisiana shrimp po-boys, or extra spicy Popeye’s (wait 15+ mins), or lutefisk are not for everybody.

    I can deal with Manwich, but not with oysters in any form whatsoever. I buy Kleenex for that stuff. I don’t buy that stuff.

    I’m not likely a cruise ship guy, but I do well on an inshore survey boat. my wife can’t handle the skyride without a scope patch.

    congratulations on being you, as the saying goes, nobody else wanted it :-D

    … or was that about me? …

  41. Charlie Young says:

    Al:Bleatniks::Stick:hornet’s nest

  42. I’m back from a vacation of my own today, and as for Al and the crawl space, perhaps John Wayne Gacy just might (posthumously) have some space for him in his crawl space.

  43. ExGeeEye says:

    1. Aye.

    2. Especially since I’m beginning to wonder about Al’s desire to go back in the closet. Must have lost a heel on his rhinestone pumps, or was refused a marriage license in Vermont for being TOO ghey.

    3. I’ve been to DW thrice: 1972, 1996, and 2006. Looking forward to going again in 2016, when the youngest in the clan turns seven.

  44. Greifer says:

    Have you taken Natalie to Obento-Ya? It’s in SE, Como and 15th. It’s the best and most authentic Japanese restaurant in the cities.

    Just order her the soda pop that comes in the glass bottle with the marble as the closing mechanism.

  45. ChuckC says:

    In defense of We Built This City: Yes, the tune is derivative. Yes, the lyrics are non-sensical at best and hypocritical at worst. However at one in-the-morning when the last customer has left the building and you’re finishing bussing the tables and can go home, that song does sound good being blasted on the jukebox.

    And, contrary to Blender magazine, that song is not the #1 worst song ever.

  46. chrisbcritter says:

    I’ve only wanted to see DW and Epcot for one thing: the Rio del Tiempo ride in the Mexican pavilion, because in 1981 my Aztec dancer friends worked on it as costumers, scenery/prop builders and performers in the filmed vignettes (one very young girl among the performers is Tonantzin Carmelo, now a pretty successful actress). The captain of the dancers, Florencio Yescas, also played Moctezuma in one segment. Disney paid him 25K for the job but he put the money in a Mexican bank just before the peso was revalued and he lost much of it.

    A few years ago the display was replaced with The Three Caballeros, so I guess I won’t be going now.

  47. GSC says:

    Agree on Starship, but Jefferson Airplane was great until the drugs took over. A lot of the Airplane songs have aged better than might have been expected.

  48. So, we all agree: Airplane=Awesome, Starship=Awful.

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