I am watching the winless at my new standalone blog called, oddly enough, Winless Watch. For Indiana high school basketball junkies only, unless you need a cure for your insomnia.
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Now playing: The Shins - The Past and Pending
via FoxyTunes
Thursday, December 27, 2007
What I Did Over My Winter Vacation, Pt. I:
Digging out from all of the crap Wife and I have accumulated in our lives, both separately and together, I realize:
God, I don't want to be like these people. And I'm a hoarder at heart. Obsessively? Compulsively? My amateur diagnosis says "yes."
However, I did find one thing that was worth keeping all of these years. In one of the myriad notebooks of lyrics, bad poetry and other written detritus that I still can't bear to part with, I found scribbled on a page - and Captain, give me a shout if you remember this one:
Fresh Moog Sound
What does it mean? Fuck if I know.
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Now playing: Grandaddy - Miner at the Dial-A-View
via FoxyTunes
God, I don't want to be like these people. And I'm a hoarder at heart. Obsessively? Compulsively? My amateur diagnosis says "yes."
However, I did find one thing that was worth keeping all of these years. In one of the myriad notebooks of lyrics, bad poetry and other written detritus that I still can't bear to part with, I found scribbled on a page - and Captain, give me a shout if you remember this one:
Fresh Moog Sound
What does it mean? Fuck if I know.
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Now playing: Grandaddy - Miner at the Dial-A-View
via FoxyTunes
Friday, December 21, 2007
At the suggestion of the Captain, I went to glassbooth.org the other day to see which of the presidential candidates most closely align with my beliefs. Tom Tancredo apparently got wind of my results, said "Oh no - not *that* guy!" and promptly dropped out of the race.
The cuddly Dennis Kucinich, by the way, was dead last among the candidates as far as my views versus his.
Not that any of this matters. I'm so burned out on politics - mostly due to our current commander-in-chief as well as all of those who wish him dead. I wrote a long time ago, in the nascent days of this blog, that I was off the Bush bus, and I still am.
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Now playing: Tori Amos - Tear in Your Hand
via FoxyTunes
The cuddly Dennis Kucinich, by the way, was dead last among the candidates as far as my views versus his.
Not that any of this matters. I'm so burned out on politics - mostly due to our current commander-in-chief as well as all of those who wish him dead. I wrote a long time ago, in the nascent days of this blog, that I was off the Bush bus, and I still am.
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Now playing: Tori Amos - Tear in Your Hand
via FoxyTunes
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Went to a Christmas party the other day for one side of my family. My favorite part of the holidays is wondering how many illegitimate children my cousin Kevin (not his real name) would show up with and taking bets on the over/under of said proposition.
About an hour later, Kevin had left to go father more illegitimate children, and another cousin arrived. We'll call him Rick.
We were standing outside the building that my grandma had rented for the Christmas gathering, and I said matter-of-factly to Rick, "Yeah, you just missed Kevin by about 15 minutes."
Rick rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh, I really missed him."
I laughed. Kevin is sort of a black sheep these days, so I thought Rick's to be a completely natural reaction. I wasn't aware of there being any real drama between Rick and Kevin – we were all pretty close as kids, but people do grow apart and go off to father illegitimate children and whatnot. Happens.
I didn't think anything of it, and I probably would have had the same reaction if I'd missed out on seeing Kevin.
A couple of cigarette breaks later, I recounted the conversation to my dad.
"Yeah, there's some tension there," Dad said. "I don't remember who did what, but a long time ago, one of them was throwing the dick to the other's girlfriend or something like that. I can't remember which one was doing it, though."
Throwing the dick!!!
Damn, I love the holidays.
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Now playing: The Postal Service - Such Great Heights
via FoxyTunes
About an hour later, Kevin had left to go father more illegitimate children, and another cousin arrived. We'll call him Rick.
We were standing outside the building that my grandma had rented for the Christmas gathering, and I said matter-of-factly to Rick, "Yeah, you just missed Kevin by about 15 minutes."
Rick rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh, I really missed him."
I laughed. Kevin is sort of a black sheep these days, so I thought Rick's to be a completely natural reaction. I wasn't aware of there being any real drama between Rick and Kevin – we were all pretty close as kids, but people do grow apart and go off to father illegitimate children and whatnot. Happens.
I didn't think anything of it, and I probably would have had the same reaction if I'd missed out on seeing Kevin.
A couple of cigarette breaks later, I recounted the conversation to my dad.
"Yeah, there's some tension there," Dad said. "I don't remember who did what, but a long time ago, one of them was throwing the dick to the other's girlfriend or something like that. I can't remember which one was doing it, though."
Throwing the dick!!!
Damn, I love the holidays.
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Now playing: The Postal Service - Such Great Heights
via FoxyTunes
In the span of 10 minutes the other day on the radio, I heard Led Zeppelin's "All My Love," and Dire Straits' "Money for Nothing" – a nice back-to-back, for sure. The Zep song came out in '79, a little while before I started really paying attention to music, but "Money for Nothing" was a staple of my youth, and it pains me to hear it on THE Classic Rock Station™.
I hadn't heard the song for years, and it'd been even longer since I'd heard the uncut album version of it (the version played yesterday on THE Classic Rock Station™). After it was over, I pondered for a minute all of the ways that the song – a paean to rock 'n roll excess - wouldn't make it at radio today:
1. The intro. Yeah, I know that the radio-friendly version shed about a minute off the buildup to the Knopfler riff. But you still can't dance to it. Believe me, I tried, back in the day.
2. The riff. Say what you will about the remainder of the Dire Straits catalogue, but that riff rocks too hard. It rocks too hard!
3. Would kids today understand the significance of "I want my MTV"? No!
4. Sting.
5. Radio chopped the "that little faggot" verse in 1986, but it was restored in all its glory on THE Classic Rock Station™ the other day. Can you imagine, if the song came out today, the firestorm that would ensue?
Anyway, it's a song that's held up well for the last 20 years. Even if I'm not ready for it to be played on THE Classic Rock Station™.
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Now playing: The Pernice Brothers - Somerville
via FoxyTunes
I hadn't heard the song for years, and it'd been even longer since I'd heard the uncut album version of it (the version played yesterday on THE Classic Rock Station™). After it was over, I pondered for a minute all of the ways that the song – a paean to rock 'n roll excess - wouldn't make it at radio today:
1. The intro. Yeah, I know that the radio-friendly version shed about a minute off the buildup to the Knopfler riff. But you still can't dance to it. Believe me, I tried, back in the day.
2. The riff. Say what you will about the remainder of the Dire Straits catalogue, but that riff rocks too hard. It rocks too hard!
3. Would kids today understand the significance of "I want my MTV"? No!
4. Sting.
5. Radio chopped the "that little faggot" verse in 1986, but it was restored in all its glory on THE Classic Rock Station™ the other day. Can you imagine, if the song came out today, the firestorm that would ensue?
Anyway, it's a song that's held up well for the last 20 years. Even if I'm not ready for it to be played on THE Classic Rock Station™.
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Now playing: The Pernice Brothers - Somerville
via FoxyTunes
Sunday, December 02, 2007
More favorite GbV/Bob lyrics.
Service time is lonely
Live it up before you pass away
I feel life passing on by us
*****
Disregard injury
And race madly
Out of the universe by sundown
And I will stay to help you prepare for
What it was you said
I could not afford to miss
*****
Make yourself happy to know
It's going to be a scream
*****
Time's wasting and you're not gonna live forever
And if you do
I'll come back and marry you
No use changing now
You couldn't anyhow and ever
It's not the way that I fear that I feel
It's the way you act
It's the way you look when you're near me
It's not so hard to conceal to conceal
It's the things you say
It's the things you do go right through me
*****
And now no great philosophy prevails
May the cold wind always ripple through your sails
Good luck sailor
*****
It's been a long ugly winter
I need a sunbath
*****
Take a break from this year's bungle
Same country, different jungle
*****
I am quail and quasar
I've picked you up on radar
I do my job each day
Empties crushed and fired away
And there is nothing worse than
An undetermined person
Can I abuse you, please,
In my subspace biographies
*****
Yeah we did it
We brought you in this ready
Takes a quick one to find the light
High speed child in motion
And you can't come along for the ride
Yeah we made it
With a pitchfork and machete
Wow, that's amazing, can I try?
No, dangerous weather is approaching
and we wouldn't want you to slide
*****
Why can't you find time in your schedule to pick up?
*****
Believe in me as I see you!
*****
Got a brand new car with hideaway lights
and a blue racing stripe
Cost a little extra but it's worth it to me
When it burns through the exhaust pipe
I'd like to take you on a quick spin sometime
Show you what its got
I can't believe you chose to work in the line
I'm so glad that I'm not
*****
I hear you crying
You're only
A lifetime away
I feel you dying
Relying
On what the people say
*****
My life is dirt but you seem to make it cleaner
Reduce my felony to a misdemeanor
When I feel sick you're an antibiotic
Organize my world that was pointless and chaotic
*****
In the early days
He was bursting with confidence
I saw the light
The shiny dream
Over the years
He began to submerge
The nervous wreck
We know him to be
The nervous, twisted wreck
So watch out for Joker Bob
I wish he were just a distant relative
But he's razor close, like blue-green gelatin
Icy cold, acid in his heart
And with this we shall draw the electrifying conclusion
They strapped him in
Still chewing his bubblegum
They did the Jesus-shock
As the reporters watched
Finally, his ticker stopped
And they buried him with a smile on his puss
And that's the electrifying conclusion
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Now playing: Robert Pollard - Psychic Pilot Clocks Out
via FoxyTunes
Live it up before you pass away
I feel life passing on by us
*****
Disregard injury
And race madly
Out of the universe by sundown
And I will stay to help you prepare for
What it was you said
I could not afford to miss
*****
Make yourself happy to know
It's going to be a scream
*****
Time's wasting and you're not gonna live forever
And if you do
I'll come back and marry you
No use changing now
You couldn't anyhow and ever
It's not the way that I fear that I feel
It's the way you act
It's the way you look when you're near me
It's not so hard to conceal to conceal
It's the things you say
It's the things you do go right through me
*****
And now no great philosophy prevails
May the cold wind always ripple through your sails
Good luck sailor
*****
It's been a long ugly winter
I need a sunbath
*****
Take a break from this year's bungle
Same country, different jungle
*****
I am quail and quasar
I've picked you up on radar
I do my job each day
Empties crushed and fired away
And there is nothing worse than
An undetermined person
Can I abuse you, please,
In my subspace biographies
*****
Yeah we did it
We brought you in this ready
Takes a quick one to find the light
High speed child in motion
And you can't come along for the ride
Yeah we made it
With a pitchfork and machete
Wow, that's amazing, can I try?
No, dangerous weather is approaching
and we wouldn't want you to slide
*****
Why can't you find time in your schedule to pick up?
*****
Believe in me as I see you!
*****
Got a brand new car with hideaway lights
and a blue racing stripe
Cost a little extra but it's worth it to me
When it burns through the exhaust pipe
I'd like to take you on a quick spin sometime
Show you what its got
I can't believe you chose to work in the line
I'm so glad that I'm not
*****
I hear you crying
You're only
A lifetime away
I feel you dying
Relying
On what the people say
*****
My life is dirt but you seem to make it cleaner
Reduce my felony to a misdemeanor
When I feel sick you're an antibiotic
Organize my world that was pointless and chaotic
*****
In the early days
He was bursting with confidence
I saw the light
The shiny dream
Over the years
He began to submerge
The nervous wreck
We know him to be
The nervous, twisted wreck
So watch out for Joker Bob
I wish he were just a distant relative
But he's razor close, like blue-green gelatin
Icy cold, acid in his heart
And with this we shall draw the electrifying conclusion
They strapped him in
Still chewing his bubblegum
They did the Jesus-shock
As the reporters watched
Finally, his ticker stopped
And they buried him with a smile on his puss
And that's the electrifying conclusion
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Now playing: Robert Pollard - Psychic Pilot Clocks Out
via FoxyTunes
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