Ennui on the Mountain
Tonight I was going through some things, thinking of what I might get rid of before moving, when I came upon what is arguably the best gift I've received in the last two years: a collection of vintage Hall & Oates live performances on the German television show MusikLaden. Comprised of classic H&O footage (circa 1976-77), I've further driven my obsession of going back in time and being a member of their band by viewing such heartfelt and intense performances of 'Sara Smile' and 'Rich Girl'.
I also realize that some of the happiest moments I've had in a long time was playing in Private Guy & the No-Can Dudes. That experience was the first time I met Chris Welz, when he was still playing in that other band whose unfortunate name I won't mention. We were definitely scouting him out at the Hall & Oates Zespy rent party and scalped him shortly afterward for Erotic City and the Foreignicators. I plan to make Bloomington uncomfortable with two musical ensembles: my slightly askew vision of psychedelic terror and some goddamn blue-eyed soul!
We have the worst cat ever living with us. She sucks.
What is it with black ladies sort of hitting on me/making raunchy innsinuendo (Zespy created that word and it's awesome)? Dating back to my time at the library in Ft. Waste and even up to today at the lame place I work, I've had 30-40 year-old black ladies saying shit that is sort of flattering, but really a bit disturbing. My response is either one of a completely innocent corn-fed white boy from Indiana, or when Oprah tries to act like she's black and says shit like 'I know, girl!' Either way it's more than a little embarrassing. Pecola, Sharice, et al: stop it!! I've only got so many servings of porkchop and they're at a premium these days!
I also realize that some of the happiest moments I've had in a long time was playing in Private Guy & the No-Can Dudes. That experience was the first time I met Chris Welz, when he was still playing in that other band whose unfortunate name I won't mention. We were definitely scouting him out at the Hall & Oates Zespy rent party and scalped him shortly afterward for Erotic City and the Foreignicators. I plan to make Bloomington uncomfortable with two musical ensembles: my slightly askew vision of psychedelic terror and some goddamn blue-eyed soul!
We have the worst cat ever living with us. She sucks.
What is it with black ladies sort of hitting on me/making raunchy innsinuendo (Zespy created that word and it's awesome)? Dating back to my time at the library in Ft. Waste and even up to today at the lame place I work, I've had 30-40 year-old black ladies saying shit that is sort of flattering, but really a bit disturbing. My response is either one of a completely innocent corn-fed white boy from Indiana, or when Oprah tries to act like she's black and says shit like 'I know, girl!' Either way it's more than a little embarrassing. Pecola, Sharice, et al: stop it!! I've only got so many servings of porkchop and they're at a premium these days!