I have a sudden insane need to listen to August Everywhere by Blinker the Star and I can't find it. I can't find it. Well, I know where it is, it is in one of the dozens upon dozens boxes of CDs and records that are stashed in the "storage" bedroom, hopefully not crushing one another after two years of being stacked on top of one another. I never put it into iTunes and I need to hear it now now now and iTMS doesn't sell it and I desperately need to hear it. I have two copies of it even! (A promo and a finished copy!) You know what I do have is a 7" of ... something, with a sparkly cover, which I bought for like $1 when Let It Be was going out of business last year, but I don't think that's even a single off the album and the only way I could listen to it right now is if I, like, played it with a fingernail. (Which totally works, by the way! I used to do that with my "Do They Know It's Christmas?" 45! But I don't want to do that with THAT.)
I have it on a MiniDisc, so maybe I need to dig the MD equipment up and out to hear it. But I need to hear it. I desperately need to hear it. Can anyone hook me up? James, you're Canadian, c'mon, you must have it around someplace. I need to hear it. I need to hear it.
(N.B., this is after two nice pint-sized [not pint-sized as in small but pint-sized as in a pint] screwdrivers made with Shakers Rose and Chambord. LOVE IT. I live.) (Ohmigod I said it!)
If you love Steely Dan and Luke Wilson the way I love Steely Dan and Luke Wilson, this may be the greatest thing you've ever read.
August Everywhere. Do you have it? Please give me it.
P-RUNWAY! I love P-Runway. These girls are so boring though, except the lantern-jawed Margit Carstensen who needs to stop showing me her ribcage (although can I have that black lace overlay dress she wore for the runway please) and then that dewy-skinned pixie lady who just looks so cute all the time it makes me sick. So many bitchy dudes! Yay! P.S. I hate all the dresses tonight. Is that one made out of truffles? Gross. P-RUNWAY!
If Ashanti says "hasta la vista (snap)" on my TV one more time I will throw it out the window. (No I won't. I know it will happen again.)
Ohhhh broseph, look at that. It is Christmas in July. It is USA Basketball practice time! So I rush home today, right, to find pictures of a certain professional athlete in his Team USA gear (I have my priorities) and what do I find? A blog, son!
I will admit after the first graf I kind of went Zzzzzz but I perked up instantly at "after 10 minutes, it was like 'Man,'" which is exactly the kind of musical storytelling magic I was anticipating.
I just pray that whoever the hater is at NBA.com will stop using that ancient jug-eared Caesar bangs picture already, because a part of me dies every time I look at it. Stop the madness.
I'm not doing a very good job of keeping this place up, am I? I'll tell some stories.
I have a new job, a good job, a job that pays, a job that satisfies my artistic needs. That means I am in smoothed-out mode for the most part and basically not caring about much of anything, which is I guess like being on drugs without having to take drugs. Whoo.
I went to see an ophthalmologist today and my eyes are like a zillion times worse than they were two years ago. Well maybe not a zillion times, but I got an interesting reaction when they put up my current prescription for my left eye and asked me to read the eye chart and I could only read the three-letter line. And even then I was mostly guessing.
Chris: "Don't you get headaches?" Oh, yeah.
Oh YEAH. And my brother had his big 40th birthday party and made bacon cheeseburgers on Krispy Kremes. You know what they're called.
They were shockingly not disgusting and actually quite delicious.
I mean, look at that. LOOK AT IT. How can something that pretty be so bad for you?
Honestly.
One day at my new job I get a message on my voice mail. I pick it up and it is one of those robot voice pager things. The voice said:
I left you a check on the dining room table. Great show last night.
Intriguing! I wish robots would leave me checks on dining room tables. I saved the phone number for grins. I'll have to actually try and look it up someday, when I'm not lazy and coasting.
A few days later I get on the bus to go home and the seat that looks most appealing to me turns out to have a half-empty bottle of diet Coke lying on it. I sit down and drop it in the seat in front of me.
Some guy gets on later and sits in the outside seat of that row, so as not to disturb the half-empty bottle of diet Coke on the inside seat. OK. That guy gets off the bus. A woman sitting in the row ahead of that one on the other side of the aisle gets up and swear to God pounces on the half-empty bottle of diet Coke, brings it back to her seat and proceeds to drink it.
Good show.
Great show!