THE BEACH
I am in Chesapeake right now, and being in Chesapeake makes me feel like a highschool senior, so this morning, while waiting to go to THE BEACH, I queued up some choice trax to play at high volume whilst cooking breakfast. Jammalamma hardy to 96 tears, ? and the mysterians, which sounds pretty great but would sound even better if Albert Ayler was on the track, honkin' squeelin' away, then Marquee Moon by Television which I hadn't heard since I sold the record all the way back in 2005, when I needed money for a security deposit on my first apartment. Ah, I remember that day as if I was yesterday, the juxtapo of my visiting friends driving to carytown and going to the french film festival while I had to walk in the rain to sell dvds and cds and the like for rent money. Ah, how much pride I took in feeling like the working class, a john fogerty wet dream, a flannel fantasy! reality set in months later an' dawn broke poverty to be no game, stress no asset. Followed that up with Seventh Son by Johnny Rivers which doesn't have a deep history with me, but is something I'd certainly heard on the radio in the past and found on what passes for a computer in my richmond abode. piece of shit that my computer is, loyal has it been, and twee, despite several crashes odd files survive on it to be uncovered and found to my great thrill. Makes lousy tracks seem fantastic it does, and though Seventh Son is no slouch, it was not my first pick for my breakfast making, as I'd meant to choose an obscure Donovan tune. Donovan's someone I've been able to stomach on-again-off-again for the last few years, my tastes veering from hatred to disgust to acceptance to fandom(still love Dont Look Back when Dylan chews up his ballsack- never thought I'd love so much to see someone almost cry) but who can blame me for likin' a little bass'n'harpsicord before a day at the beach?
Two years ago, I think, I was at the beach with Brian and Tim when I saw these two little kids getting lotioned up by their mother, struggling and fidgety as they wanted to get in the water as soon as possible. When the mother was done appyling lotion to their backs, she let them go, and so they ran, toward the water, screaming, "THE BEEEEEAAAACHHHH!!!"
Two years ago, I think, I was at the beach with Brian and Tim when I saw these two little kids getting lotioned up by their mother, struggling and fidgety as they wanted to get in the water as soon as possible. When the mother was done appyling lotion to their backs, she let them go, and so they ran, toward the water, screaming, "THE BEEEEEAAAACHHHH!!!"