Tomorrow I leave for three days at one of the most beautiful spots on Earth, a place that can only be reached by plane or boat, a place without internet or cell phones. I'll miss my Lovely Bride, all my bloggy friends, and of course my precious children most of all.
It will be sad and lonely, sequestered there in a quiet spot, away from the screaming and complaining that mark my home life, but I shall persevere, if for no other reason than to return and spend the weekend determining whether the new SpiralFrog free music downloading service is any good. In the meantime, I shall enjoy my journey, bolstered by the following tuneful delights.
1. It's All In My Mind - Teenage Fanclub
2. Saturday In the Park - Chicago (bite me, I like it)
3. That's Just What You Are - Aimee Mann
4. Take Your Mama - Scissor Sisters (go figure)
5. The Bleeding Heart Show - The New Pornographers
6. Bang a Gong (Get It On) - T. Rex (the radio of my youth, now playing on my iPod walker)
7. Suzanne - Leonard Cohen (I don't even like this song but I can't bring myself to delete it)
8. South Side - Moby (yeah, yeah, I know)
9. What I Like About You - The Romantics
10. Jack Straw - Grateful Dead (someday I'll write about my favorite Dead concerts now that the statute of limitations has expired)
I'm a dork. See you all Friday.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Later
Posted by Snag at 8:44 PM
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
17 comments:
Dork?
Let's be honest here...
I am not sure the best business model for downloading music is to eliminate 90% of the MP3 player market.
Nice mix, Snag. Enjoy your trip. Here's hoping you're able to get at least one line in the water.
I fear I shall have to embark on a quest, a mission, as it were, to eliminate What I Like About You from existence in any form.
When it was released, it was a fine, if workmanlike, piece of power pop by a forgettable one hit wonder lineup. But then it was appropriated by Budweiser, which led to it becoming an anthem of sorts for every mindless frat party, preppie proto-Republican, and inert jock that walked this earth. leading, of course, to hearing it every five seconds or so during a certain period in the latter Eighties.
Not to mention the cover 'bands'! Every mildly retarded cobag that could muster three chords added it to their repertoire in order to impress the kinds of girls that AG derides every day of her life; shallow, 'I'm with the band' bimbettes who were/are destined to develop a two pack a day habit, spawn four or five groundlings, and live in a house with a plastic material on either/or/both inside and outside of the walls.
So; first of all, the cover banneds. Which will dovetail nicely with my other semi-homicidal impulses (I say semi because as I detailed in one of my posts, cover bands are not really alive in the sense we understand it). After that, I will need a hardcore code geek to help me write an array of worms, viruses, and general hacks that will be able to ferret out digital occurences of this abominable tripe throughout our electronic world, replacing them with "Roll The Bodies Over" by Stump.
After that, comes the physical copies. This may require world domination, or at least writing my name on the moon.
But I like you Snag. So I thought I'd give fair warning.
i'm not clear on one part: do you like the song, the band or the biting?
Not to mention the cover 'bands'! Every mildly retarded cobag that could muster three chords added it to their repertoire in order to impress the kinds of girls that AG derides every day of her life; shallow, 'I'm with the band' bimbettes who were/are destined to develop a two pack a day habit, spawn four or five groundlings, and live in a house with a plastic material on either/or/both inside and outside of the walls.
First of all, they are not girls. They are young women or ladies, etc.
Second of all, the use of retarded is offensive
Third, AG doesn't de-ride them. AG calls twinkies in all genders, sizes and colors. Possibly even shore birds.
You are so trying to push the envelope. Yet, you come up on the banning side short. The only thing you've become is Chuckles. A man who is totally obsessed with AG.
I apologize for the word retarded. Can I use 'brain-damaged' in this context? How about 'Congenital idiot'?
I totally defend the use of girls here though. The kinds of behavior I'm describing is of 'young ladies' who have not yet become ladies, and actually may never; permanently stuck in a state of semi-adolescence, even when they're thirty-three and still wearing those spandex pants over an additional forty pounds. You can usually recognize them by the trailer park hair, high n hard up from the forehead, the female companion to the mullet.
Twinkies is fine, although it doesn't quite convey the kind of distaste we're going for here. Try again....
I almost start to believe that AG is concealing a private love of THAT SONG....
one of the most beautiful spots on Earth, a place that can only be reached by plane or boat, a place without internet or cell phones.
sounds divine!
Snag, I hear the secrets that you keep, when you're walking in your sleep.
I also hate when BP holds back his musical opinions.
40lbs and spandex?
You are damn lucky that Pinko isn't here, mister!
Thems is fighting words.
You know what Billy:
Go suck an egg!!!
Girls is totally appropriate in this context because he is referring to those of the female persuasion that have yet to become women, ergo. Irrational Girlfriend is just cruising by on her valium and vodka tonic, blithely hitting everyone with her Brush of Labels. The girl can't help it, really.
You think I'm opinionated?
This was tame and polite compared to what Neddie Jingo says about the Eagles over at his joint.
AG slanders: Yet, you come up on the banning side short.
So, i've banned my shorts.
Hey, It's fun trashing Snag's place while he's gone. Let's invite AnnieAngel over!
"So, i've banned my shorts"
I thought that was Brando in Vegas...
Isn't Snag due back soon?
We better clean up here. I'll pick up empties, Jennifer start vacuuming the furniture, Brando: Get the refrigerator OFF THE ROOF, and AG can mop up the blood and entrails (which I suspect she has done before)....
I fucking hate the eagles.
I hear the secrets that BP keeps when he's murdering the Romantics in their sleeps!
Post a Comment