With Gusto

New Albums

I'm suddenly into purchasing albums from the crappy record store. I find the cheap, old shit. Today I got: The Band The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, a live recording from 72. I covered the song once, but never heard an original recording of the song. The album's okay. Talking Heads Fear of Music is the other album, and I'm not sure but I think I really like it. There's a song that goes, Heaven is a place, a place where nothing never happens.There's enough effects circa 1979 but not too much production, or that's what it sounds like to me.
Prior to my purchases, I ate sushi with Joy. Salmon tempura is good. So is a big, cheap, low-end sunomono salad. A big yam tempura. Although I didn't burn my face off with wasabi today. I think I got my tolerence.
Suffice to say, there's a certain oh my oh my to live cheesy music from canada --> my brother was shot by a yankee<--, but at the end of the day, when there's a midget outside the window, when the sun shines green onto the neighbors' rooftops, when a float plane tries to land on the street, when twinkies walk by in cars with broken umbrellas, I'd rather put in something that is more reflective of the right now, hello please, yes that means cheesy throw-back effects from when I wasn't born.
I wrote a story for the Monday contest, but I didn't submit it. Typical, actually. In grade school, I'd often do my homework and not hand it in, just because I didn't want to walk up to the teacher. And yesterday I got drunk and left my bike on the bus, and my fucking splash cymbal is somwhere up the island, or across town on a dead end street off the Gorge.