It's funny how something that has not been present in your life since early childhood makes a guest appearance two times in one night...
...I was going through all these free records I got on Sunday and put a Neil Diamond record on the turntable and was amazed to find I could sing at least a few lines from every song. Totally being taken aback by this I started jabbering to my roommate about how my mom used to always listen to him when I was a little kid (I had a weird coffee/beer/anxienty buzz going so I went off for a while). Then "Cracklin' Rosie" came up and shit hit the fan.
Well it doesn't stop there. No sir, Ol' Neil came up again at the Earlimart show when, sure enough, the opening act used Sweet Caroline as their closing song.
I think the dude behind me had a similar experience, or one too many beers (I'll go with the latter), when he proceeded to stretch my eardrums a guage a two with some gutteral WHAAAAHOOOO's
Oh wouldn't mama be proud if she saw all the Mr. Diamond exposure her son was getting.
Cracklin' Rosie, make me a smile
God if it lasts for an hour, that's all right
We got all night
To set the world right
Find us a dream that don't asks no questions, yeah
your damn right Neil! Damn freakin' right...
EDITED TO SAY: Planned obsolesence strikes again!!! Can someone please make a blender that can handle more than making mixed drinks at the folks block party, Jimmy Buffet moving the already dead suburbanites.
I was trying to make a batch of hummus when I smell plasic...melting plastic. Oh well, carry on I can at least get though this batch. God knows I'm not gonna let all that garlic and tahini go bad. Then I hear weird noises and see smoke. Most people call it quites there. But noooo, the sounds are too perfect that at I think I should at least grab my roommates recorder and try to cover the intro to DM's People are People. Well eventually we come upon bright lights and me reaching for the plug to get the thing away from a power supply that may render the whole housing unit useless. The piece is now smoking on the front door. Lesson to all: Don't shop at Wal-Mart and figure that if a household appliance cant handle garbonzo beans it definitly won't handle Depeche Mode...
...I was going through all these free records I got on Sunday and put a Neil Diamond record on the turntable and was amazed to find I could sing at least a few lines from every song. Totally being taken aback by this I started jabbering to my roommate about how my mom used to always listen to him when I was a little kid (I had a weird coffee/beer/anxienty buzz going so I went off for a while). Then "Cracklin' Rosie" came up and shit hit the fan.
Well it doesn't stop there. No sir, Ol' Neil came up again at the Earlimart show when, sure enough, the opening act used Sweet Caroline as their closing song.
I think the dude behind me had a similar experience, or one too many beers (I'll go with the latter), when he proceeded to stretch my eardrums a guage a two with some gutteral WHAAAAHOOOO's
Oh wouldn't mama be proud if she saw all the Mr. Diamond exposure her son was getting.
Cracklin' Rosie, make me a smile
God if it lasts for an hour, that's all right
We got all night
To set the world right
Find us a dream that don't asks no questions, yeah
your damn right Neil! Damn freakin' right...
EDITED TO SAY: Planned obsolesence strikes again!!! Can someone please make a blender that can handle more than making mixed drinks at the folks block party, Jimmy Buffet moving the already dead suburbanites.
I was trying to make a batch of hummus when I smell plasic...melting plastic. Oh well, carry on I can at least get though this batch. God knows I'm not gonna let all that garlic and tahini go bad. Then I hear weird noises and see smoke. Most people call it quites there. But noooo, the sounds are too perfect that at I think I should at least grab my roommates recorder and try to cover the intro to DM's People are People. Well eventually we come upon bright lights and me reaching for the plug to get the thing away from a power supply that may render the whole housing unit useless. The piece is now smoking on the front door. Lesson to all: Don't shop at Wal-Mart and figure that if a household appliance cant handle garbonzo beans it definitly won't handle Depeche Mode...
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Chargers was a nice guess from seeing the calendar at a distance.
The Rams used to be the Los Angeles Rams, ya know.
I'd like to tell you some stories sometime.
About shoes and ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings.
Come sit on my balcony. I will roll beautiful cigarettes and you can pour me a drink (or three). There are so many stars beneath the clouds. They shine pink with city lights. My street is waiting for your footfall.
And so I drink to stay warm, and to kill selected memories
'Cause I just can’t think anymore about that, or about her tonight
I give myself three days to feel better
Or else I swear I'm driving off a fucking cliff
'Cause if I can’t make myself feel better
How can I expect anyone else to give a shit?