How You Doin’ Blondie?


Lonely Are The Brave

I was in my car today when I heard the opening chords for the Eagles’ “Desperado” playing on the radio. It’s always been one of my favorite songs, primarily because I so closely identify with the sentiment (even more so, lately).

So I turned up the volume and started to sing along, and by the time I got to the last verse, my eyes were watery and I felt a little bit sick to my stomach (a symptom indicitive of sadness, for me).

Then I looked in my review mirror and saw this chiseled guy with a crew cut, behind the wheel of an F-350, also singing along to a song that he obviously felt perfectly illustrated the complexities of his interpersonal relationships.

And that’s when I realized I must’ve looked pretty fucking gay at the stoplight, staring forlornly off into the distance, mournfully crooning, “Your prison is walking through this world all alone. Oh, Desperado…”

Pre-tty fuc-king gay.

 

They obviously do it better.



Game Over
May 20, 2008, 2:36 pm
Filed under: John Wayne, Life, Music, News, Politics | Tags: , , , ,

 While I was getting a pedicure today, I picked up a recent issue of “The New Yorker” and started thumbing through it. Just by chance, I happened upon a little 5 inch blurb sandwiched between two advertisements, written about the poster boy for Social Consciousness, David “The Game” Banner. Although I’m sure “Rhodes Scholar” was your first guess, Banner is, in fact, a rapper. The article was about Banner’s newest song, “911 is a Joke (Cop Killa),” whose primary focus is the New York shooting of Sean Bell. Apparently, the three detectives that were brought to trial on various charges related to the case were acquitted. Of the acquittal, “The Game” was quoted as saying this:

“I think one of the problems with America is that we’ve adapted Bush’s cowboy mentality to everything. With the Sean Bell situation New York is basically saying, ‘Fuck niggers.'”

Sigh.

No, Mr. Banner, what New York is saying is, “Fuck large, rowdy groups of people in night clubs of ill-repute who are involving themselves in altercations and threatening the use of firepower.” 

If that’s a cowboy mentality, yippee-ki-yay, mother fucker.



It’s Primary Charm Is The Chorus…

…which goes, “Blondie blondie blondie blondie blondie blondie blondie…”



Never Had So Much Fun In Yo Life
May 16, 2008, 11:07 pm
Filed under: Humor, Life, Music, sex | Tags: , , ,

I have come to the realization that, deep down on the inside, I like rap music.

At least 3 of the 10 available memory buttons on my car radio are programmed to hip-hop stations.

I can accurately sing the lyrics (in the correct tempo) to multiple rap songs, usually without the aid or accompaniment of the song itself.

My favorite rapper is T.I. who began his illustrious career as “Tip” but due to his heavy Southern drawl,  “Tip” was often misheard as “Chip”. He began pronouncing each letter individually, and became known as “T.I.P.”, which was later shortened to “T.I.” T.I.’s newest song is actually a collaborative effort between Young Jeezy, Usher, and himself, remixing Usher’s recent hit “Make Love In This Club.” I experienced difficulty attempting to upload the music file to WordPress, so I found the song on YouTube and posted it instead. The man you hear sing first is T.I.  (and in the video, T.I. is the one on the far left with the chain around his neck). Sigh, what a wordsmith.

 

 

I am not so far gone, however, that I actually purchase any albums that would in anyway contribute to the financial gain of any of these “trap stars” [trap star: verb/young man or woman who is successful in the urban trade of illicit goods]. I figure, if I don’t actually buy the music, I’m not actually supporting their greedy, misogynistic endeavors, right?

 



Protected: I Did My Best, It Wasn’t Much
April 21, 2008, 3:12 pm
Filed under: Life, love, Pain, relationships, Sadness, sex | Tags: , , , ,

This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:

Enter your password to view comments.


Everybody Here

If I’m reading Michael Stipe correctly, I think the idea is that everybody has a burden they feel they have to carry, the trick is getting the fuck over it.

“No one remembers and nobody cares”

Preach it, brother Stipe

 



Question: Tell me what you think about this

After it’s all said and done, I’ve used them as much as they’ve used me.



Life Choices in A Minor…Take It Away, Elton

When I started out on my own, I never experienced that pivotal “fork in the road” moment that so many people talk about. Never really had to make any big do-or-die commitment. There was just an exception here, an aquiescence there, and now here I am. Tricky bastard, indifference.

Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would have liked to have known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did

Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Oh the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude

Goodbye Norma Jean
From the young man in the 22nd row
Who sees you as something as more than sexual
More than just our Marilyn Monroe
 

 

 



We All Live In A Yellow Submarine

I suspect that unemployment played a significant role in the creation of this music video…BUT, be that as it may;

the music is genuis. Take a bow Paul & John.



Oh, How I Wish He Was Here
December 9, 2007, 1:55 pm
Filed under: Life, love, Music, relationships, thoughts | Tags: , , , , , , , ,

So, so you think you can tell, Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain?

Can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade, your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange, a walk on part in a war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.

Running over the same old ground.

What have we found?

The same old fears.

Wish you were here.



Whew, the crash is going to be specTACular
October 23, 2007, 2:23 pm
Filed under: Life, love, Music | Tags: , , , , , , ,

I met Lene once, in Ibiza, and I was surprised to learn that not only is she familiar with the Frege-Hilbert Controversy, she can coherently outline the flaws in Hilbert’s axiomatic theories. I wish we’d kept in touch.



The Uppers Must Be Working
October 23, 2007, 2:15 pm
Filed under: love, Music | Tags: , , , , ,