Just not my day.
In trying to make it down to Morgantown today I:
1) Got roped into working a nine hour day.
2) Had to pick up my brother from a dinner at Tony and Cleo's.
3) Hit a deer. A fucking deer. What the hell.
4) Lost my cellular phone. Don't bother trying to call it, it's been on silent all day.
I did get an album in for the day though.
34) X - Los Angeles (Slash, 1980)
With its discordant male-female harmonies and turbo-charged Chuck Berry riffs (courtesy of madman guitarist Billy Zoom), X's 1980 debut sounded like nothing else in punk rock at the time. Exene Cervenka and John Doe's poetic lyrics dripped with sex, blood, and urban anxiety, painting a darker picture of contemporary L.A. than Jim Morrison could have ever envisioned.
1) Got roped into working a nine hour day.
2) Had to pick up my brother from a dinner at Tony and Cleo's.
3) Hit a deer. A fucking deer. What the hell.
4) Lost my cellular phone. Don't bother trying to call it, it's been on silent all day.
I did get an album in for the day though.
34) X - Los Angeles (Slash, 1980)
With its discordant male-female harmonies and turbo-charged Chuck Berry riffs (courtesy of madman guitarist Billy Zoom), X's 1980 debut sounded like nothing else in punk rock at the time. Exene Cervenka and John Doe's poetic lyrics dripped with sex, blood, and urban anxiety, painting a darker picture of contemporary L.A. than Jim Morrison could have ever envisioned.