When I grow up I wanna marry BraveLilToaster and settle down. I'm cool with open relationships and bad television. She could date as many other people as she wanted and watch as much Blossom as her heart would see fit. In the living room we'd have a huge poster of Lux Interior wrapping his mike cord around some poor psychobilly's noggin. I worship at the altar of BraveLilToaster. Nuff said.
Say you'll be mine, BraveLilToaster???
Okay, back to reality. Work was a bottomless cornucopia of human misery today. It amazes me the lengths people will go to get their beer money. My poor little record store is like a giant ATM machine. Is the rest of the world this filthy and undesireable? I pray to many gods that our management will make the wise decision to only offer STORE CREDIT for people's bullshit. Let me say that I would have no problem paying somebody CASH MUHNEY for their Mission Of Burma Signals, Calls, and Marches EP. Not a second thought would go into givin' up the mean green for some Plimsouls LPs. When you've got the same greasy troglodytes trying to get Marlboro money from the same damn copy of INDEPENDENCE DAY on VHS....ya just wanna wango-tango with a chainsaw and let those chips fall where they may,
Oh, but the honkey's got a taste of Dusty's medicine today. I decided to unleash The Peter Brotzmann Tentet's STONEWATER upon the virgin, soiled ears of East Toledo. THE SOUL-LESS HEATHENS OF THE WORLD MUST GATHER TO EAT MY FUCK AND OTHER IMPURE DELIGHTS. The guy complained about the GORIES of all fucking bands. Wanna test my limited patience? Say sumthin' bad about Mick n' company. The get-down swamp boogie aint yer cup o' joe? A little too rough around the edges for you, the worthless Stevie Ray Vaughn windbag??? WELL COME UP AND TAKE YER MEDICINE, FUCKLES. THIS HERE IS A KAMIKAZE GERMAN SAXOPHONIST INTENT ON INVENTING THE WATERLESS POWERWASH. TAKES THE PAINT OFF THE WALLS AND ZAPS THE ROGAINE OUT OF CLASSIC ROCK PIMPLE HEADS NATIONWIDE. COCKA-DOODLE-FUCKIN-DO, BUSTER BROWN.
Anyway, BraveLilToaster...I'm thinking we could get married at Chucky Cheese. We should be juiced to the gills on LSD and Wild Irish Rose. I promise it'll make the society pages of whatever city you live in. Trust me. I'm a barrel of fun that's always rolling down Niagra Falls. But in a positive, non-self destructive way.
soundtrack of the day
Steely Dan "Aja"
Can "Tago Mago"
Pet Shop Boys "Opportunities"
GVSB "Cruise Yourself"
Archie Shepp "Blase"
Bob James "Nautilus"
The Clean "Tally-Ho"
Theoretical Girls "US Millie"
"He Must Work Out"
Say you'll be mine, BraveLilToaster???
Okay, back to reality. Work was a bottomless cornucopia of human misery today. It amazes me the lengths people will go to get their beer money. My poor little record store is like a giant ATM machine. Is the rest of the world this filthy and undesireable? I pray to many gods that our management will make the wise decision to only offer STORE CREDIT for people's bullshit. Let me say that I would have no problem paying somebody CASH MUHNEY for their Mission Of Burma Signals, Calls, and Marches EP. Not a second thought would go into givin' up the mean green for some Plimsouls LPs. When you've got the same greasy troglodytes trying to get Marlboro money from the same damn copy of INDEPENDENCE DAY on VHS....ya just wanna wango-tango with a chainsaw and let those chips fall where they may,
Oh, but the honkey's got a taste of Dusty's medicine today. I decided to unleash The Peter Brotzmann Tentet's STONEWATER upon the virgin, soiled ears of East Toledo. THE SOUL-LESS HEATHENS OF THE WORLD MUST GATHER TO EAT MY FUCK AND OTHER IMPURE DELIGHTS. The guy complained about the GORIES of all fucking bands. Wanna test my limited patience? Say sumthin' bad about Mick n' company. The get-down swamp boogie aint yer cup o' joe? A little too rough around the edges for you, the worthless Stevie Ray Vaughn windbag??? WELL COME UP AND TAKE YER MEDICINE, FUCKLES. THIS HERE IS A KAMIKAZE GERMAN SAXOPHONIST INTENT ON INVENTING THE WATERLESS POWERWASH. TAKES THE PAINT OFF THE WALLS AND ZAPS THE ROGAINE OUT OF CLASSIC ROCK PIMPLE HEADS NATIONWIDE. COCKA-DOODLE-FUCKIN-DO, BUSTER BROWN.
Anyway, BraveLilToaster...I'm thinking we could get married at Chucky Cheese. We should be juiced to the gills on LSD and Wild Irish Rose. I promise it'll make the society pages of whatever city you live in. Trust me. I'm a barrel of fun that's always rolling down Niagra Falls. But in a positive, non-self destructive way.
soundtrack of the day
Steely Dan "Aja"
Can "Tago Mago"
Pet Shop Boys "Opportunities"
GVSB "Cruise Yourself"
Archie Shepp "Blase"
Bob James "Nautilus"
The Clean "Tally-Ho"
Theoretical Girls "US Millie"
"He Must Work Out"
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I've been staying with Damon for a few nights now, so maybe we can all get together and hang out. I'd love to hear your opinion on the fact that "They Live" with Rowdy Roddy Piper never stays inside Allied for more than half an hour before somebody buys it.