MAYBE WHEN I'M OLDER
I did my taxes last night, and I'm going on vacation tomorrow, so gaze in awe and wonder as I pull a list out of my ass.
TOP 10 FAVORITE VELVET UNDERGROUND SONGS
10. She's My Best Friend
9. White Light/White Heat
8. Sweet Jane
7. What Goes On
6. Lady Godiva's Operation
5. Rock and Roll
4. Sunday Morning
3. Head Held High
2. Sister Ray
1. Candy Says
See you again on April 9th.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
IN PLAIN VIEW
I.
David Sheridan lived in the Home for Wayward Boys.
Well, that’s not what it was really called. County social services owned a large green patch in the center of my hometown, on the crest of a slight hill. In some ivy-accented brick buildings, they housed teenage boys from broken homes.
Around about my junior year of high school, the county decided to integrate these kids into the local school system.
By the time David Sheridan showed up, I was a regular habitue of the school detention center. Hell, my best friend and I lent it what came to be its long-term name: The Rubber Room.
I was what passed for a local suburban badass. I carried around a copy of Beyond Good and Evil, not so much because I was interested in Nietzsche, but because I knew it would be unsettling. The Rubber Room teacher, with the smell of wine stuck to his clothes, would plead gently with me to read Studs Terkel instead...
II.
Yesterday, my wife introduced me to someone who grew up in the same hometown. We did some quick calculations and concluded that our ages and years of residency did not sync up. I asked him where he had lived.
“Do you know the bowling alley?”
“Of course,” I said. I had bowled there a bunch of times, but had actually spent more time dropping quarters into their video games.
“I lived kind of across the street. Remember there used to be a vacant field right across the street? Man, I think they’ve built that up.”
“Yeah, they have— a bunch of houses.” I probably drove by there not more than six months ago.
“Me and my friends used to play in that field all the time,” he said. His young daughter spun around in her chair and knocked her knees on the table.
III.
One night, probably about three months after he came to our school, David Sheridan and his closest friend were together in that field across from the bowling alley.
That night, David Sheridan’s friend brought down upon his head a large cinder block.
And David Sheridan was dead.
I.
David Sheridan lived in the Home for Wayward Boys.
Well, that’s not what it was really called. County social services owned a large green patch in the center of my hometown, on the crest of a slight hill. In some ivy-accented brick buildings, they housed teenage boys from broken homes.
Around about my junior year of high school, the county decided to integrate these kids into the local school system.
By the time David Sheridan showed up, I was a regular habitue of the school detention center. Hell, my best friend and I lent it what came to be its long-term name: The Rubber Room.
I was what passed for a local suburban badass. I carried around a copy of Beyond Good and Evil, not so much because I was interested in Nietzsche, but because I knew it would be unsettling. The Rubber Room teacher, with the smell of wine stuck to his clothes, would plead gently with me to read Studs Terkel instead...
II.
Yesterday, my wife introduced me to someone who grew up in the same hometown. We did some quick calculations and concluded that our ages and years of residency did not sync up. I asked him where he had lived.
“Do you know the bowling alley?”
“Of course,” I said. I had bowled there a bunch of times, but had actually spent more time dropping quarters into their video games.
“I lived kind of across the street. Remember there used to be a vacant field right across the street? Man, I think they’ve built that up.”
“Yeah, they have— a bunch of houses.” I probably drove by there not more than six months ago.
“Me and my friends used to play in that field all the time,” he said. His young daughter spun around in her chair and knocked her knees on the table.
III.
One night, probably about three months after he came to our school, David Sheridan and his closest friend were together in that field across from the bowling alley.
That night, David Sheridan’s friend brought down upon his head a large cinder block.
And David Sheridan was dead.
Friday, March 23, 2007
A NEW SONG
Wrote this last night in bed. Except for the Sweet Adeline part, which was written in a barbershop back in aught-three...
Pittsburgh Got Its Aitch
I’m a fat town elder,
I went to school with your father.
I got this cough in the mill
And you will too.
I met my love one summer
Over a piano.
She played Sweet Adeline,
With ringlets of hair
In her eyes.
Sweet Adeline,
My Adeline,
At night, dear heart,
For you I pine.
In all my dreams,
Your fair face beams.
You're the flower of my heart,
Sweet Adeline...
Wrote this last night in bed. Except for the Sweet Adeline part, which was written in a barbershop back in aught-three...
Pittsburgh Got Its Aitch
I’m a fat town elder,
I went to school with your father.
I got this cough in the mill
And you will too.
I met my love one summer
Over a piano.
She played Sweet Adeline,
With ringlets of hair
In her eyes.
Sweet Adeline,
My Adeline,
At night, dear heart,
For you I pine.
In all my dreams,
Your fair face beams.
You're the flower of my heart,
Sweet Adeline...
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
DOES YOUR CHEWING GUM LOSE ITS FLAVOR...
And now another question, this one from reader Tom in Voweltopia, NY: What candy do you associate with the 1910 Fruitgum Co., of Simon Says fame?
Sweet high-fructose Jebus, Tom in NY. Your little ontological trickery just about made my head explode.
Have you no respect for the sanctity of Fridays?
And now another question, this one from reader Tom in Voweltopia, NY: What candy do you associate with the 1910 Fruitgum Co., of Simon Says fame?
Sweet high-fructose Jebus, Tom in NY. Your little ontological trickery just about made my head explode.
Have you no respect for the sanctity of Fridays?
Thursday, March 15, 2007
SWEET EMOTION
Loyal reader Cranston from Biloxi, MS asks: Hey sliced tongue, what candies do you associate with some of my favorite classic-rock bands?
Well, first off, thanks for reading, Cranston.
Now here’s a quick sampling:
Jethro Tull = Mary Jane
Led Zeppelin = Mounds
Pink Floyd = Almond Joy
The Who = Marathon Bar
Aerosmith = 100 Grand Bar, né $100,000 Bar
The Beatles = Milky Way
The Rolling Stones = Snickers
The Kinks = Three Musketeers
Keep those requests coming!
Loyal reader Cranston from Biloxi, MS asks: Hey sliced tongue, what candies do you associate with some of my favorite classic-rock bands?
Well, first off, thanks for reading, Cranston.
Now here’s a quick sampling:
Jethro Tull = Mary Jane
Led Zeppelin = Mounds
Pink Floyd = Almond Joy
The Who = Marathon Bar
Aerosmith = 100 Grand Bar, né $100,000 Bar
The Beatles = Milky Way
The Rolling Stones = Snickers
The Kinks = Three Musketeers
Keep those requests coming!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
IN DREAMS
Every 35 weeks or so I get a bug to own The Medicine Show by Dream Syndicate.
And every 35 weeks or so I’m reminded that it remains out of print. I found a copy on eBay with a BIN price of $120. To which I say “Ha.”
Ha.
It doesn’t appear to be available from any legitimate download sites either. I do have some 35-week-old MP3s that betray their vinyl origins by hissing and cracking and popping.
I know it’s not the greatest album. Steve Wynn’s bullshit redlines occasionally, and it’s sludgy where the first album was sharp.
But still, it has enough good moments to deserve life as a CD or DL.
Get on it Rhino and/or eMusic...
Every 35 weeks or so I get a bug to own The Medicine Show by Dream Syndicate.
And every 35 weeks or so I’m reminded that it remains out of print. I found a copy on eBay with a BIN price of $120. To which I say “Ha.”
Ha.
It doesn’t appear to be available from any legitimate download sites either. I do have some 35-week-old MP3s that betray their vinyl origins by hissing and cracking and popping.
I know it’s not the greatest album. Steve Wynn’s bullshit redlines occasionally, and it’s sludgy where the first album was sharp.
But still, it has enough good moments to deserve life as a CD or DL.
Get on it Rhino and/or eMusic...
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
EAT THE DISHES, BITCHES
Upon further reflection, it’s become clear to me that I have a very particular form of synesthesia.
Specifically, there is a cross-sensory union in my mind between rock bands and candy.
So, even more than recognizing that eating licorice and listening to Gang of Four was a moment of acute sensual pleasure, I will go so far as to posit the following:
Gang of Four = licorice
Here are some further rock/candy equations:
Chuck Berry = Rock candy
R.E.M. = Blow Pops
The High Llamas = Nik-L Nips
Stereolab = Lik-M-Aid Fun Dip
Pearl Jam = Peanut Brittle
Television = Peppermint Patty
James Brown = Butterfinger
Bruce Springsteen = Bubble Yum Original
Sufjan Stevens = Aero Bar
Beck = Crispy M&Ms
Bjork = Twix
Art Brut = Razzles
Sonic Youth = Charleston Chew
Upon further reflection, it’s become clear to me that I have a very particular form of synesthesia.
Specifically, there is a cross-sensory union in my mind between rock bands and candy.
So, even more than recognizing that eating licorice and listening to Gang of Four was a moment of acute sensual pleasure, I will go so far as to posit the following:
Gang of Four = licorice
Here are some further rock/candy equations:
Chuck Berry = Rock candy
R.E.M. = Blow Pops
The High Llamas = Nik-L Nips
Stereolab = Lik-M-Aid Fun Dip
Pearl Jam = Peanut Brittle
Television = Peppermint Patty
James Brown = Butterfinger
Bruce Springsteen = Bubble Yum Original
Sufjan Stevens = Aero Bar
Beck = Crispy M&Ms
Bjork = Twix
Art Brut = Razzles
Sonic Youth = Charleston Chew
Monday, March 12, 2007
WHITE NOISE IN A WHITE ROOM
I discovered quite by accident yesterday that the perfect thing to do while listening to Gang of Four’s Entertainment is eat licorice.
I was sucking on an herb menthol Lackerol on my way home from the bookstore, and I popped in the disc. It was warmish out, so I had the windows rolled halfway down.
I was working the little saucer of licorice from corner to corner in my mouth, and that part of Ether came on where it just goes “THRUM THRUM THRUM” and eventually gets cacophonous enough to sterilize bugs, and I just had a big old grin on my face...
Perfect.
I discovered quite by accident yesterday that the perfect thing to do while listening to Gang of Four’s Entertainment is eat licorice.
I was sucking on an herb menthol Lackerol on my way home from the bookstore, and I popped in the disc. It was warmish out, so I had the windows rolled halfway down.
I was working the little saucer of licorice from corner to corner in my mouth, and that part of Ether came on where it just goes “THRUM THRUM THRUM” and eventually gets cacophonous enough to sterilize bugs, and I just had a big old grin on my face...
Perfect.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
NOISE CANCELLATION
And speaking of buds: Deerhoof, you all owe me a new pair.
I started playing Friend Opportunity the other day at a not-obscene volume, and The Perfect Me just jumped right out of the iPod.
The thing tore through my standard-issue earbuds, which started buzzing and popping on the concha of my pinnae.
I’ll be waiting for you to hook me up, D.
And speaking of buds: Deerhoof, you all owe me a new pair.
I started playing Friend Opportunity the other day at a not-obscene volume, and The Perfect Me just jumped right out of the iPod.
The thing tore through my standard-issue earbuds, which started buzzing and popping on the concha of my pinnae.
I’ll be waiting for you to hook me up, D.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
PODFELLOW
But that’s not to say that headphones have not led to the occasional great discovery.
Just the other night, after a good 25 years of steeping, it became clear to me that I had the lyrics to What Goes On all wrong.
So it’s not
“What would a poor woman do,
Walking it up, and walking it down”
It is, rather
“One minute born, one minute doomed,
One minute up, one minute down”
Thanks buds!
But that’s not to say that headphones have not led to the occasional great discovery.
Just the other night, after a good 25 years of steeping, it became clear to me that I had the lyrics to What Goes On all wrong.
So it’s not
“What would a poor woman do,
Walking it up, and walking it down”
It is, rather
“One minute born, one minute doomed,
One minute up, one minute down”
Thanks buds!
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
SIMPLE HEADPHONE MIND
In the days before the iPod I did not often listen to music through headphones.
I kind of liked the sloppy olio that music made when it mixed with ambient noise.
Long ago I walked around with a boombox, revelling in the way that the opening guitars in Have You Seen Your Mother echoed across the rim of the local sump late at night.
Or how the Sex Pistols version of No Fun bounced off the exterior walls of my high school, Johnny Rotten’s “fuckology” competing with the third-period bell.
Or, perched on the steps of the Haagen-Dazs takeout, how White Riot seemed to accelerate the cars puttering down Old Country Rd.
Alchemy, plain and simple...
In the days before the iPod I did not often listen to music through headphones.
I kind of liked the sloppy olio that music made when it mixed with ambient noise.
Long ago I walked around with a boombox, revelling in the way that the opening guitars in Have You Seen Your Mother echoed across the rim of the local sump late at night.
Or how the Sex Pistols version of No Fun bounced off the exterior walls of my high school, Johnny Rotten’s “fuckology” competing with the third-period bell.
Or, perched on the steps of the Haagen-Dazs takeout, how White Riot seemed to accelerate the cars puttering down Old Country Rd.
Alchemy, plain and simple...
Monday, March 05, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
LIQUID CRYSTAL DISPLAY
Watch the Tapes by LCD Soundsystem is the greatest song ever.
Greatest. Song. Ever.
Like, in the entire history of recorded sound.
All you good people who have selected music as your art form of choice should just go out and buy a nice 20 lb bucket of gray-green plastilina. You know, redirect your energies and all.
Because the pinnacle has been pinnacled. The apex has been apexed. The acme has been acmed.
And I’ll probably be sick of it by the time the CD comes out in a couple of weeks...
Watch the Tapes by LCD Soundsystem is the greatest song ever.
Greatest. Song. Ever.
Like, in the entire history of recorded sound.
All you good people who have selected music as your art form of choice should just go out and buy a nice 20 lb bucket of gray-green plastilina. You know, redirect your energies and all.
Because the pinnacle has been pinnacled. The apex has been apexed. The acme has been acmed.
And I’ll probably be sick of it by the time the CD comes out in a couple of weeks...
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