Bad Ideas from the Dentist
Been getting a lot of dental work done lately, in prep for having crappy insurance when we start school, and yesterday I had a wonderful nitrous-induced experience. Normally it doesn't affect me much, but I hadn't really eaten anything for breakfast before I went in and it seemed much stronger than usual. So while the dentist is letting the numbing local anesthetic kick in, I'm listening to their radio station (one of those new "best of the 90s" sort of things) and a song comes on I haven't heard in ages...
It's "Lightning Crashes" by Live. My drug-riddled brain starts wondering why I never bought this album, and how I could possibly live without it. I start reliving the music video of Ed headbanging with that stupid little braid thing, and (in my imagination) he starts running around and doing all this silly stuff.. and I start wondering if I can get Lewis to pick the album up while I'm at the dentist, or if we can stop on the way home, because I can't possibly go another day without this album. Then the dental work starts and I sort of lose it, but half way through I become convinced they're playing "I Alone" and the whole thing starts all over again.
Later, after sobering up, this whole thing seems really hilarious. Apparently nitrous messes you up more than I thought! Wanting to buy Throwing Copper is a far cry from my last nitrous-induced homage to Doug Martsch. Don't do drugs, kids.
It's "Lightning Crashes" by Live. My drug-riddled brain starts wondering why I never bought this album, and how I could possibly live without it. I start reliving the music video of Ed headbanging with that stupid little braid thing, and (in my imagination) he starts running around and doing all this silly stuff.. and I start wondering if I can get Lewis to pick the album up while I'm at the dentist, or if we can stop on the way home, because I can't possibly go another day without this album. Then the dental work starts and I sort of lose it, but half way through I become convinced they're playing "I Alone" and the whole thing starts all over again.
Later, after sobering up, this whole thing seems really hilarious. Apparently nitrous messes you up more than I thought! Wanting to buy Throwing Copper is a far cry from my last nitrous-induced homage to Doug Martsch. Don't do drugs, kids.