It's story time, kiddies. Go ahead and find a place to sit, there you go. Ok, quiet down now. C'mon. SHUT THE FUCK UP. Great. Let's begin.
It was a wonderfully grey and drizzly day over Tokyo in March of 1999, a perfect day for a group trip to the beach. It was my natural instinct not to participate, being completely uncomfortable with the sight of myself without a shirt on, but seriously, Jennifer Lorn was going, and there was no way in hell I was going to pass up a chance to see her in a bathing suit.
Now, through some accident of fate, I was known as the "hip" one among my peers, largely because I got MTV and, as such, could stay relatively current with what music scene the channel shoveled at me. And if you think American MTV is bad, Japanese MTV cuts out every song that hasn't achieved international over-saturation.
But I didn't like just any music. I was a PUNK! I thought. Because I liked Blink 182. We've all been naive once, right?
Anyhow, the beach trip was uneventful, Jennifer wore a one-piece and was seriously lacking in camel toe, and the water was pretty cold and the entire beach was wet from rain. But on the drive back home, I decided I didn't want to listen to Dude Ranch for the eighth time in a row, so Seth Walker loaned me what is, to this day, my single favorite album of all time: So Long and Thanks For All the Shoes by NOFX. I didn't quite know what I was getting into by looking at the CD; neopolitan? I didn't get it. NOFX sounded like an electronica band, and being (faux)PUNK!, I hated electronica.
So I popped 'er in, and was immediately knocked for a loop by how.... just.... friggin' good it was. So irreverant! So intelligent! Perfect. Blink 182 had nothing on them, and even being a brain-washed highschooler, I could immediately tell the difference between happy-go-lucky penis rock and punk with so much more meaning that just what the lyrics are worth.
Wow, that was pretty corny.
The very next morning, I scraped together 2000 yen and took the Yamanote line to Ikebukuro, wherein lay the HMV at which I bought what may well be the best album evar. To this day, hearing Kids of the K-Hole brings back that cloudy, drizzly day where I realized just how frumpy and average Jennifer Lorn really was.
The End.
Now get the hell out of my living room.
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Roommate: "It smells like dog food in the kitchen and straight up ass in here. What the hell happened?"
Me: "I went to Taco Bell."
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I took a day to better myself today; drove to the beach, lifted some weights, pulled out the bass guitar for the first time in months. Forgot about building up caluses. Spelling unknown. I now have a pea-sized blister on the tip of my right index finger. Using a pen sucks. Typing sucks. Using a mouse sucks. Playing playstation sucks. Picking my nose REALLY sucks. I haven't wiped my ass yet, but I know it's going to be a disaster.
It was a wonderfully grey and drizzly day over Tokyo in March of 1999, a perfect day for a group trip to the beach. It was my natural instinct not to participate, being completely uncomfortable with the sight of myself without a shirt on, but seriously, Jennifer Lorn was going, and there was no way in hell I was going to pass up a chance to see her in a bathing suit.
Now, through some accident of fate, I was known as the "hip" one among my peers, largely because I got MTV and, as such, could stay relatively current with what music scene the channel shoveled at me. And if you think American MTV is bad, Japanese MTV cuts out every song that hasn't achieved international over-saturation.
But I didn't like just any music. I was a PUNK! I thought. Because I liked Blink 182. We've all been naive once, right?
Anyhow, the beach trip was uneventful, Jennifer wore a one-piece and was seriously lacking in camel toe, and the water was pretty cold and the entire beach was wet from rain. But on the drive back home, I decided I didn't want to listen to Dude Ranch for the eighth time in a row, so Seth Walker loaned me what is, to this day, my single favorite album of all time: So Long and Thanks For All the Shoes by NOFX. I didn't quite know what I was getting into by looking at the CD; neopolitan? I didn't get it. NOFX sounded like an electronica band, and being (faux)PUNK!, I hated electronica.
So I popped 'er in, and was immediately knocked for a loop by how.... just.... friggin' good it was. So irreverant! So intelligent! Perfect. Blink 182 had nothing on them, and even being a brain-washed highschooler, I could immediately tell the difference between happy-go-lucky penis rock and punk with so much more meaning that just what the lyrics are worth.
Wow, that was pretty corny.
The very next morning, I scraped together 2000 yen and took the Yamanote line to Ikebukuro, wherein lay the HMV at which I bought what may well be the best album evar. To this day, hearing Kids of the K-Hole brings back that cloudy, drizzly day where I realized just how frumpy and average Jennifer Lorn really was.
The End.
Now get the hell out of my living room.
*************************************
Roommate: "It smells like dog food in the kitchen and straight up ass in here. What the hell happened?"
Me: "I went to Taco Bell."
*************************************
I took a day to better myself today; drove to the beach, lifted some weights, pulled out the bass guitar for the first time in months. Forgot about building up caluses. Spelling unknown. I now have a pea-sized blister on the tip of my right index finger. Using a pen sucks. Typing sucks. Using a mouse sucks. Playing playstation sucks. Picking my nose REALLY sucks. I haven't wiped my ass yet, but I know it's going to be a disaster.
ahh nofx brings back memories