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I'm listening to Eminem's new CD, Encore for the third time. It's supposed to be released tomorrow, but the guy at Tom's Tracks opened the box and sold me a limited edition copy before he even entered it into the inventory.
May the Gods bless Tom's Tracks with years of prosperity.
Ah, here it is again. "Mosh". This is the song that every blood cell in my body is singing as they rush through my pissed-off Liberal body. To hear a lo-fi version of it, click here. Along with Pirates and Emperors, it's filling a vacuum of music. It's taking me some time to gather all the modern protest songs that I can, but I also bought Volume 1 and 2 of Rock Against Bush.
When I can stop alternately dancing, nodding my head, growling, and laughing hysterically . . . or in other words, when I can stop listening to this Eminem album . . . I'll take a listen to what most of the modern rock bands think of that W guy.
Gods, I'm looking forward to not having to share a hemisphere with that War Criminal.
I think I'll bring a pair of earplugs and a sock to stuff in my mouth to game on Saturday. So if anybody mentions, well, anything to do with politics or any of those words I listed earlier, I can just go La La La La La, I can't hear you so I can't scream at you.
Yes, I rather do look forward to having a level-headed political discussion with beccatiger someday, but I'm so far from level-headed right now that bowls of food would just slide right off . . . I can't write. I'm too absorbed in these beautiful new words.
Lots of Roundabout need to be written, but I'll do that in the many hours I'll have before Coyote wakes up tomorrow. Yah, we'll be painting, I'll call peoples around noon or whenever the boi gets up.
May the Gods bless Tom's Tracks with years of prosperity.
Ah, here it is again. "Mosh". This is the song that every blood cell in my body is singing as they rush through my pissed-off Liberal body. To hear a lo-fi version of it, click here. Along with Pirates and Emperors, it's filling a vacuum of music. It's taking me some time to gather all the modern protest songs that I can, but I also bought Volume 1 and 2 of Rock Against Bush.
When I can stop alternately dancing, nodding my head, growling, and laughing hysterically . . . or in other words, when I can stop listening to this Eminem album . . . I'll take a listen to what most of the modern rock bands think of that W guy.
Gods, I'm looking forward to not having to share a hemisphere with that War Criminal.
I think I'll bring a pair of earplugs and a sock to stuff in my mouth to game on Saturday. So if anybody mentions, well, anything to do with politics or any of those words I listed earlier, I can just go La La La La La, I can't hear you so I can't scream at you.
Yes, I rather do look forward to having a level-headed political discussion with beccatiger someday, but I'm so far from level-headed right now that bowls of food would just slide right off . . . I can't write. I'm too absorbed in these beautiful new words.
Lots of Roundabout need to be written, but I'll do that in the many hours I'll have before Coyote wakes up tomorrow. Yah, we'll be painting, I'll call peoples around noon or whenever the boi gets up.