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Okay, this is the result of late night musings and boredom and such…
First of all, if you are not a fan of dark beers, I’d advise against Guinness. I don’t mind it too terribly, but it is quite bitter. I also kinda feel like I have to finish the 6 pack I bought, since it cost me about $8… I haven’t had any more until tonight because only a week ago my wisdom teeth came out. Anyways, I bought a 6 pack of Extra Stout for my birthday… I probably should have started with a 6 pack of just the Draught. Or maybe I should have bought only a few… Regardless, it’s going to be a while until, or even if, I buy another 6 pack of Extra Stout…
Now for something completely different…
If there is one thing I hate, it’s when the radio plays crappy versions of otherwise supreme songs. My first case: Proud Mary. I don’t know if Credence Clearwater Revival was the original group to sing the song or not, but their version is by far one of my absolute favorite songs. It’s the version you here most, but every now and then they play the Ike and Tina Turner version of it. It’s like Ike and Tina decided to take a wonderful song, spit in its face, slap it up side the head, knock it to the ground, cane it with a long knobby stick, club it half to death, kick it in the crotch, kick it in the head, trample on it, piss on it, wipe the dog shit on their shoes off on it, emasculate it, eviscerate it, and chop off its extremities with a butter knife, gouge out its eyes with a spoon, and leave it to die of shock, revive it, and then stab it in the heart with a rusty knife. I kid you not, they took a wonderful, slow, rich song, and then made it fast, loud, devoid of any good singing (but after all, we are talking Ike and Tina Turner here), and made it all gospel choir style. Such heresy should have warranted their immediate expulsion from the music industry and also their arrest. It would have also saved her much abuse from him… Anyways, the point is don’t mess with my songs, don’t think about messing with my songs, don’t sing about thinking about messing with my songs. My other example in this argument was played tonight. First was played Light My Fire by the Doors. They were the originals, and that is by far one of the best songs to ever come out of my parent’s generation. There was a quick break in the music for the oldies station to announce who they were, and then, much to my absolute horror, I heard the beginnings of Jose Feliciano’s version of Light My Fire. You may not know who he is, but if you’ve lived in Texas for any period of time, then I know you are familiar with his Felis Navidad, which is the only version of the song that is played in the Christmas season. Okay, got the song stuck in your head? Now imagine his whinny accented voice singing Light My Fire, but also think of the song slowed WAY down, played with an acoustic guitar, no keyboard, a set of hand drums, and an overall feel of crappy horrible Mexican elevator music. If you are familiar with the Doors version of the song, you know that it is perfect as is and overall kick ass. And the oldies station had the gall, the nerve, and the absolute lack of sense or taste to follow one with the other. At the very least they could have played Feliciano’s first and then played the Doors version… that would be an improvement and would show people just how crappy the former was, but no, that would make too much sense… jack ass DJ’s… Oh well…
My last rant is about the internet at my house. Since Spring Break it’s decided to work some times, and then give you the bird most of the other times. You can usually get in about 5 minutes worth of online time and then it says “Screw you, I’m out”. It’s cable, so it’s not like we’re being kicked off. My dad won’t do a thing because he says it comes back after a while, but it’s really pissing me off. Therefore, if I’m online (that’s a big if, I know) this summer and talking to you and all of the sudden I’m off and don’t come back on for a half hour or more, I truly am not being a jerk… my internet just sucks… so I’ll talk to y’all later… maybe…