I went to about ten different stores yesterday looking for a goddamned kazoo. Nobody had any for sale. Long and Mcquaid were out of stock. All the sales staff were more concerned with inventory than giving any straight forward answers. A classic example of poor service on Saturdays. Saturdays should be premium service. . . although I was kinda fucking around the drums sales-man. I was also on the lookout for a new pair of brushes and ended up purchasing a pair with yellow tips.
Show last night was fun. We threw the party in honour of Sally Jesse Raphael's seventy-first birthday. Hurrah! The songs went over well, although I couldn't relate to anybody in the audiance. And three people thought it a good idea to occupy the bathroom for the entire party. (not cool) And a somebody knocked my limonata and vodka and didn't apologize. (not cool). Free Jagr though, and a lot of dancing by other people and the band handled my songs. The best part of the show was an accidental version of Misirlou where I hit guitar strings with my hot-rods while the guitarist fretted the notes.
"I find it interesting" is the worst way to start a sentence. Let it be known (as it already is).
Weeks fly by when I work full-time. It's crazy. Days are also repetitive, and in a crude way it brings out the capitalist in me. Selling. I tire of cleaning. Making sandwiches is alright. . . thinking of ways to amp up the system. Also have a solid combination of foods for a lox sandwich that I plan to release in the summer.
It cost me seventy-five dollars to renew my driver's license. It cost me one-hundred dollars to fill up on gas. It cost me three dollars for road cookies. It cost me twenty dollars to ride the high-way. It cost me one-hundred-and-sixty dollars to speed in a place where nobody was. . .
Really digging Rae Spoon's "Living a Country Song."
Looked up a tab for one of my favourite songs. The tabist wrote the song out in E -- way off the mark.
Suptertramp has to be one of the most technical pop bands out there. They're also weird, like Phish without the jamming.
Digging "Living a Country Song" by Rae Spoon.
I'm not getting along with the Kitty of late. The other night when she broke the planter I threw the plant at the cat. She ended up covered in dirt and scurried around the house for the next few hours. Last night she hissed at me when I pushed her off the bed for incessent licking. The sound of her licking was like a leaky faucet combined with a ticking clock -- a fabulous noise to fall asleep to.
J. didn't seem to approve of my discipline. She felt for the Kitty, but disciplinary action needs being a dick-head. I'm deliberating about whether or not I should buy a forty-nine cent water-gun. I know the Kitty didn't act like this when we first got her.
I was up for fourteen hours before I left the house. Is this bragging? I went out with J. to buy shit-tickets for the kitty, so I guess "shit-gravel" would be a more accurate term. Ended up with S. Pellegrino and organic Ambrosia apples.
No cat food. House is terrifyingly dirty. Trash pulled out of trash can and scattered all over the washroom. Laundry pulled out of the closet and stacked against the wall. Not enough eggs left to make breakfast. The cat was so hungry last night she pushed a plant off the shelf. Dirt everywhere. Planter busted. Came home drunk last night after a few hours of rehearsing country music and found J. and C. in the kitchen being cuddly, holding hands and what-not. (immediate thought: where's THIS going to go?) C. escaped when I went to find her a foamy to sleep on. This morning I had to poney-up my salmon to the kitty so she would fuck off for at least eight seconds. I feel like Elliott Gould in "The Long Goodbye." You're alright with me. Hahaha. And I'm feeling good.
I'm going to do nothing this morning.
The house will take an hour to whip into shape. I'm going to stave off the hunger. I used to breakfast first thing every morning. Now I don't. And as far as last night goes, a sober mind explains most of it.
How many people fear aliens/alien abductions?
I don't, but it's not exactly something I expect when I'm just walking around. But I work in a deli, and chop a lot of meat. Our gratitude to stuff like cow is all in the taste. But say you arrive in a new community filled with idiots millions of years behind on your technology. Do you drive your vessel around in the ocean or do you capitalize on resource? What would an American do to an Indian? Dane Cook said that America would be doomed if giant Indians landed on Earth.
In a current state of paranoia as I think my neighbour hinted that he could see me masturbating. I don't he appreciated the free show. I'm not one-hundred per cent here, but I oughta take some preventative measures. He said that our gutters were overflowing and needed to contact the landlord. How could he know?
Everybody knows how the weather is right now, and that's how my head felt this morning. Good old fashioned drinking, right in front of the goddamned television. On the shitty side of last night, I needed to pass out before Rick Moranis performed a tune off "the Agoraphobic Cowboy."
I managed to get J. into the kitchen before she demanded to be returned to the couch. So I tucked her up real nice with the blanket I've had since birth, and passed out in bed. Only J. comes in to bed at like, four-thirty in the morning demanding to know the reasons why I left her on the couch. hahaha. I was too hungover to really understand anything at the moment and I think we all just fell asleep.
This early afternoon I bumped into J. at the Pizza Place. I actually snagged the last two vegetarian slices seconds before she came in. I snagged her lunch, and she was on break, while I had the day off.
Well. Nina Simone. Even when I'm not in the mood to listen to her music, when it's on, I couldn't imagine listening to anything else.
When will a horn section that isn't ska come back? Well. . . come to think of it, they're around.
Quit! Quitters Quit!
THE RULES: List five songs that you are currently loving. It doesn’t matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they’re any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the songs in your blog, then ‘tag’ five other bloggers/friends to see what they’re listening to.
1. "Pretty Good," John Prine
2. "Beyonder," Blackalicious
3. "Untitled," DJ Shadow
4. "Son of Sam," Eliott Smith
5. "Gimme Some Truth," John Lennon
I tag everybody and nobody at the same different time.