New music April:
Now is about that time of the year that every has their damned birthday. So in celebration, I come outta the woodwork to claim my stakes in the woderful world of music.
So then, today we started off with some The Go! Team to shake out the detrius ruins of reality that the mai tai's magic invoked the night prior. And today was a special day requiring nothing more than a bit of some cold shower water to epiphanize that what has been bugging me about Ladyfuzz is that they kinda sound like Shonen Knife. But I'm not too sure I trust myself on that one. And I'm not too sure I like that. Off to work and 4 hours and 8 tables later some friends roll up to the restaurant front and say: hey we're off to the brewery for beer and smoking cigarettes on the power plant lawn across the street. And seeing as I'm only in town for a few more days before heading home, I say sure.
I'm sure it was the rollicking blend of the car engine and the Howling Bells screaming from the radio that induced the trance effect. I say this only because as I stare out the rear window at the maddening pace of the other cars, it was then that something just kinda went zing! and it was hard to breathe...but not in a bad way, kinda in a good way like when you've been making out for too long and the thought of fucking makes you weak in the knees, and you get to the point where you gotta slow yourself down and so you sit up on your knees from the couch and close your eyes and breathe deeply and slowly. And your head spinning, you look back down to the godly goodness of the magnificent creature beneath you. She is radient and shiny and magical compared the jeaned legs that frame her torso. And all you can think of is the word 'visceral' as you lean back in to resume the licking/biting/kissing of of the before-action.
And that's just it, huh? Here we are staring at the approaching cars behind us with the Tanya Donelly-esque singing filling your head, and you think, you think...god, I've never felt this close to Jack Smith before. And you think that somewhere out there, there he is, naught more than a puff of spirit floating around glorifying all things trashy, voltile and beautiful.
And you smiling your crooked smile and softly sing aloud the lyrics to the song all the while guzzling the fifth of wild turkey you had stashed in your apron, patiently wait wait waiting for this moment where the speed of sound slows down and the lazy afternoon sun crystalizes...no! precipitates all around you in a sugarcoatedglorysplendor.
And you think...that! That was a cool fucking moment. And that is why Howling Bells helped to win today's favorite moment.
Now is about that time of the year that every has their damned birthday. So in celebration, I come outta the woodwork to claim my stakes in the woderful world of music.
So then, today we started off with some The Go! Team to shake out the detrius ruins of reality that the mai tai's magic invoked the night prior. And today was a special day requiring nothing more than a bit of some cold shower water to epiphanize that what has been bugging me about Ladyfuzz is that they kinda sound like Shonen Knife. But I'm not too sure I trust myself on that one. And I'm not too sure I like that. Off to work and 4 hours and 8 tables later some friends roll up to the restaurant front and say: hey we're off to the brewery for beer and smoking cigarettes on the power plant lawn across the street. And seeing as I'm only in town for a few more days before heading home, I say sure.
I'm sure it was the rollicking blend of the car engine and the Howling Bells screaming from the radio that induced the trance effect. I say this only because as I stare out the rear window at the maddening pace of the other cars, it was then that something just kinda went zing! and it was hard to breathe...but not in a bad way, kinda in a good way like when you've been making out for too long and the thought of fucking makes you weak in the knees, and you get to the point where you gotta slow yourself down and so you sit up on your knees from the couch and close your eyes and breathe deeply and slowly. And your head spinning, you look back down to the godly goodness of the magnificent creature beneath you. She is radient and shiny and magical compared the jeaned legs that frame her torso. And all you can think of is the word 'visceral' as you lean back in to resume the licking/biting/kissing of of the before-action.
And that's just it, huh? Here we are staring at the approaching cars behind us with the Tanya Donelly-esque singing filling your head, and you think, you think...god, I've never felt this close to Jack Smith before. And you think that somewhere out there, there he is, naught more than a puff of spirit floating around glorifying all things trashy, voltile and beautiful.
And you smiling your crooked smile and softly sing aloud the lyrics to the song all the while guzzling the fifth of wild turkey you had stashed in your apron, patiently wait wait waiting for this moment where the speed of sound slows down and the lazy afternoon sun crystalizes...no! precipitates all around you in a sugarcoatedglorysplendor.
And you think...that! That was a cool fucking moment. And that is why Howling Bells helped to win today's favorite moment.