i was listening to the cd maylanie burned for me friday night, wondering why i never got into blonde redhead or modest mouse, not to mention melt banana... honestly it's kind of creepy how well her musical taste compliments mine... if there was ever a situation where both of our music collections were mixed together, it would be the most varied record collection in the continental usa (selfish thinking on my part, i'm sure).
after i got to tt's roadhouse, and after i got through several pints of guinness, a guy came up to our table and asked to bum a cigarette... he asked us if we were in a band and we said no, unaware that there were a lot of bands there that night.
he proceeded to tell us, unassuming and not to impress, that he was the guitarist for blonde redhead, but that he was taking a break and is now a grad student... of course, being in a bar filled with strangers, i instinctively smelled bullshit. why would the italian-born guitarist for blonde redhead say arrivederci to his art to become an asu grad student? and how the hell did i conjure him up? after the blonde redhead guy revealed he was now currently a grad student studying japanese literature, i asked him, "what, like i am a cat?" and he freaked out, exclaiming at me in rapid fire japanese...
i don't speak japanese (i can say good morning, good evening, thank-you, how much is it? and two more beers), so after he calmed down and realized i didn't know what he was saying he switched back to english, "how did you know about that book?" "because i read," i told him. he quickly called over his japanese friends from across the bar who, after being told the story, were equally impressed, their eyes lit up at the exhaustion of my knowledge of obscure 19th-century japanese literature. the blonde redhead guy told my friends that i was very smart, and told them they were very lucky to have a friend who was so knowledgeable and worldly. i was even invited to join the graduate student program, although i politely declined.
later, i got on the web and looked up blonde redhead, and the guy i talked to is either one of the identical twin brothers from blonde redhead, or a long lost triplet that they were never told about. there's no fucking way it was the guy from blonde redhead... of course, he could just be some audiophile who knows of his more-than-passing resemblance and uses it to impress people he meets at bars, but that wouldn't make for such an interesting drinking story, would it?
if i looked like black francis, i wouldn't lie and tell everyone i was him... i'd say i was his less-talented younger brother, who likes to read.
-bobby
after i got to tt's roadhouse, and after i got through several pints of guinness, a guy came up to our table and asked to bum a cigarette... he asked us if we were in a band and we said no, unaware that there were a lot of bands there that night.
he proceeded to tell us, unassuming and not to impress, that he was the guitarist for blonde redhead, but that he was taking a break and is now a grad student... of course, being in a bar filled with strangers, i instinctively smelled bullshit. why would the italian-born guitarist for blonde redhead say arrivederci to his art to become an asu grad student? and how the hell did i conjure him up? after the blonde redhead guy revealed he was now currently a grad student studying japanese literature, i asked him, "what, like i am a cat?" and he freaked out, exclaiming at me in rapid fire japanese...
i don't speak japanese (i can say good morning, good evening, thank-you, how much is it? and two more beers), so after he calmed down and realized i didn't know what he was saying he switched back to english, "how did you know about that book?" "because i read," i told him. he quickly called over his japanese friends from across the bar who, after being told the story, were equally impressed, their eyes lit up at the exhaustion of my knowledge of obscure 19th-century japanese literature. the blonde redhead guy told my friends that i was very smart, and told them they were very lucky to have a friend who was so knowledgeable and worldly. i was even invited to join the graduate student program, although i politely declined.
later, i got on the web and looked up blonde redhead, and the guy i talked to is either one of the identical twin brothers from blonde redhead, or a long lost triplet that they were never told about. there's no fucking way it was the guy from blonde redhead... of course, he could just be some audiophile who knows of his more-than-passing resemblance and uses it to impress people he meets at bars, but that wouldn't make for such an interesting drinking story, would it?
if i looked like black francis, i wouldn't lie and tell everyone i was him... i'd say i was his less-talented younger brother, who likes to read.
-bobby
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themadking:
You want me to send you some cookies? I'm apparently sending them to someone else, too, and would be willing to make a double batch.
inara:
Nope, it was me 