"Hey Dusty, what are you listening to?"
"Whuh?. In my head or on the stereo?"
"What's playing on the stereo?"
"Could be Captain Beefheart. I really don't have a fucking clue. Try back in about one hour."
"Are you serious?"
"All the time"
"It's just a simple question."
"Maybe you should be asking the bigger questions. Getting closer to that bigger picture."
"You know, they said you were a fucking nutcase but it seems like your just an asshole"
"Hold on now, what if I was just speaking a different language or something. Maybe by me saying GO FUCK YOURSELF AND TASTE A BLADE COVERED IN AIDS...I was actually saying YES IT'S CAPTAIN BEEFHEART AND I LOVE YOUR TRENDY PANTS. Who are you to first misunderstand and then overreact?"
"Just shut the fuck up. Seriously. This job isn't worth putting up with a fat-ass Jesus looking fuckhole."
"Hey man don't run off....COME BACK!!! I promise to not be myself around you!!! C'mon, I don't Linkin Park are a bunch of babies without a rattle. They're just missing a lactating titty to suckle! That's all!!!
"FUCK OFF!!!! KEEP MY FUCKING PAYCHECK, YOU TUB OF SHIT!!"
"Hey, no problem....Black Dice've got a new 12'' out...Pabst is on sale too....I LOVE YOU MAN"
Not an actual conversation I had but one that I feel I need to sometimes. For the most part I stay pretty civil and polite with people. Occasionally, I'm downright wholesome and supportive. I just get downright critical of GROUPS or IDIOSYNCRASIES (Cheech, is that spelled correctly?) that it boils up and I lash out. Like people who were too much Aereopostale and have those fucking giant hemp necklaces. The fucking necklaces are uses to rescue people stranded on mountains and shit. Or people that drive those silly ass Volkswagen Beetles and listen to Belle & Sebastien. I sit there thinking about how their fucking dad is an investment banker and how cool it is to do what you want all of the time. Or people with those giant Dodge Ram trucks with those decals of Osama Bin Laden between some rifle sights. Naturally, it says PAYBACKS ARE A BITCH below it. These are the kind of people that go see FAST & THE FURIOUS in the theater. These ass puppets always have an awesomely gorgeous girl under their arm. Or people that ONLY listen to the White Stripes and leave eveything else alone. Aren't you curious about anything on their old label? How about some of the shit that Jack-o name drops in interviews? You don't want any of that? Just the new Evanescence and the new Coldplay?? For cryin' out loud!!!
It's probably just because I wish I was fileable and easily accessible. I envy whatever they got that I don't have. I wish my dad was an investment banker and would buy my a Beetle and tickets to go see PJ Harvey. I wish I was studying political science at Harvard and had a free Apple computer. My mind tells me I want the sitcom life. Where the only problem is what to wear for the Halloween dance and wheter or not dad will let you drive the Lexus to prom.
Basically, all that I despise I just really want to be a part of. How fucking sick is that?
soundtrack of the day
Roxy Music "Roxy Music"
"Whuh?. In my head or on the stereo?"
"What's playing on the stereo?"
"Could be Captain Beefheart. I really don't have a fucking clue. Try back in about one hour."
"Are you serious?"
"All the time"
"It's just a simple question."
"Maybe you should be asking the bigger questions. Getting closer to that bigger picture."
"You know, they said you were a fucking nutcase but it seems like your just an asshole"
"Hold on now, what if I was just speaking a different language or something. Maybe by me saying GO FUCK YOURSELF AND TASTE A BLADE COVERED IN AIDS...I was actually saying YES IT'S CAPTAIN BEEFHEART AND I LOVE YOUR TRENDY PANTS. Who are you to first misunderstand and then overreact?"
"Just shut the fuck up. Seriously. This job isn't worth putting up with a fat-ass Jesus looking fuckhole."
"Hey man don't run off....COME BACK!!! I promise to not be myself around you!!! C'mon, I don't Linkin Park are a bunch of babies without a rattle. They're just missing a lactating titty to suckle! That's all!!!
"FUCK OFF!!!! KEEP MY FUCKING PAYCHECK, YOU TUB OF SHIT!!"
"Hey, no problem....Black Dice've got a new 12'' out...Pabst is on sale too....I LOVE YOU MAN"
Not an actual conversation I had but one that I feel I need to sometimes. For the most part I stay pretty civil and polite with people. Occasionally, I'm downright wholesome and supportive. I just get downright critical of GROUPS or IDIOSYNCRASIES (Cheech, is that spelled correctly?) that it boils up and I lash out. Like people who were too much Aereopostale and have those fucking giant hemp necklaces. The fucking necklaces are uses to rescue people stranded on mountains and shit. Or people that drive those silly ass Volkswagen Beetles and listen to Belle & Sebastien. I sit there thinking about how their fucking dad is an investment banker and how cool it is to do what you want all of the time. Or people with those giant Dodge Ram trucks with those decals of Osama Bin Laden between some rifle sights. Naturally, it says PAYBACKS ARE A BITCH below it. These are the kind of people that go see FAST & THE FURIOUS in the theater. These ass puppets always have an awesomely gorgeous girl under their arm. Or people that ONLY listen to the White Stripes and leave eveything else alone. Aren't you curious about anything on their old label? How about some of the shit that Jack-o name drops in interviews? You don't want any of that? Just the new Evanescence and the new Coldplay?? For cryin' out loud!!!
It's probably just because I wish I was fileable and easily accessible. I envy whatever they got that I don't have. I wish my dad was an investment banker and would buy my a Beetle and tickets to go see PJ Harvey. I wish I was studying political science at Harvard and had a free Apple computer. My mind tells me I want the sitcom life. Where the only problem is what to wear for the Halloween dance and wheter or not dad will let you drive the Lexus to prom.
Basically, all that I despise I just really want to be a part of. How fucking sick is that?
soundtrack of the day
Roxy Music "Roxy Music"
I think there are some words missing above... and if you filled them in, then all I'd need is a total explanation of what the fug is going on.
I need to spend some time with this Warlocks CD for when they come here, and I need the new Dandys and Ween too.
Regarding what Quebec songs I've heard so far from live downloads, I have to say-- I've not enjoyed "If You Could Save Yourself"... some Ween fans love it, though. Then again, there was a time when I didn't like "Joppa Road."
"Chocolate Town" is a great song... someone on Amazon called it country-pop, that isn't far off... "Zoloft" is okay. I think of it in the same vein as "Albino Sunburn Girl," a fuggin long zonk-out-type track.
Damn, I still need to burn you my studio Ween stuff.
I'm contemplating buying some Sigmund the Sea Monster on DVD. I'd like to buy the whole series but it's like $80. I don't really remember it very clearly (I was three years old) but it has Rip Taylor.
[Edited on Aug 25, 2003]
that was pretty darn entertaining