I was driving when “Fine China” came on. Saw the name of the artist and instinctively raised my hand to defend myself from the beat, but the greatness of the song just repeatedly smashed me in the face. Got to a stoplight and actually locked my hands behind my head, covering my ears with my elbows to protect myself from the breezy pop attack.
Eventually I'll respond to everyone individually, but since we all know that's gonna take a while I wanted to send out a blanket thank you ... and you know this is important if I'm re-visiting the blog. Had such big plans for this place; we were all so young then, full of life and so excited to type. What happened to us, man?
For the longest time, Mex and I had an idea of taking short bursts of dialogue from "The 40 Year Old Boy" and using them for ... something. Posters? Maybe. Tote bags? Thought about it. Bumper Stickers? Please. You've heard the show; have I ever said one thing that would even FIT on a bumper sticker, let alone conform to public indecency statutes? The last thing you want to hear from a cop when you get pulled over is, "Ma'am, two questions: who are The Screw Brothers, and what exactly is an Apecock 2000?" Now, though - now we think we've got something...
... I said I was going to be doing this more often, and I am. The main thing I need to do is shake the feeling that every entry needs to be a fucking novel. Nothing wrong with a quick-hitter to justify people visiting more often. Case in point, this brief yet powerful entry.
That’s how long it takes to get your website up and running. At least, that’s how long it took for me to get my site online – and by “me”, I mean “everybody but me.” Seriously, take a look around here; do you really see anything of importance I might have provided? Christ, other than these words you’re reading I’ve contributed virtually nothing to this brilliance … well, unless you count “staring slack jawed” as a contribution. If so, then I’ve contributed more than ten men combined.
Today’s soundtrack: Foo Fighters, “In Your Honor��?
Let’s tear it up with the purveyors of one of the best concerts I saw this year. A great show top to bottom, enhanced at the end by the appearance of one Stewart Copeland on drums for the Police classic “Next To You��?.
Todayâs soundtrack: âAlmost Famousâ?
Cameron Croweâ¦what to do, what to do. Having sat through âElizabethtownâ?, youâd think Iâd want to punch him in that wavy-haired head of his, but youâd be wrong. âAlmost Famousâ? buys the man all the good will he needs to avoid my wrath for eternity.