bono_212
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Get better soon, Martha, and I'll also pray for you, even if it will upset the Gaffed one.
August 2015 can fuck off and go straight to Hell.
Spoilered because it's not a bid for sympathy, just a vent of sorts.
I started the month with a very painful lower abdominal issue that has somewhat sorted itself out, but will probably require surgery before the year is over. I had to sleep sitting up for several nights, and I missed seeing Marriages in San Diego. Then Tuesday night I ate something really bad, lost consciousness standing in the bathroom, and woke up to the sound of my head hitting the bathroom wall. I hyperventilated so bad my hands formed into claws and my sweetheart called the paramedics. IWB, do they all wear wings and halos? These guys did. They were so nice and so kind. It was my first ambulance ride. At the ER, I managed to puke up my entire lunch and dinner, so I felt a little better after that. My 2 AM CT scan of my head was clear, so I was home by 3:45 AM. Fucking hell, what a fucked up month.
Music.
No halos or wings here,
Somehow I knew this response was coming.
I would hope you people know me by now.
Bunch of my friends saw Billy Joel at Wrigley tonight. I said fuck that and watched a Magnetic Fields documentary.
I also discovered today that the Beach Boys beat us to Shuttlecock by over 30 years:
Match Point of Our Love
It's been a long, long while
Since we've been strung out on love
And there's no mask of a smile
That can hide what we're thinkin' of
From your heart I hear
Only distant echoes of empty love
I guess this must be the matchpoint of our love
Early in the game when you broke me
Just like a serve (matchpoint matchpoint)
We shoulda walked off the court
But we both didn't have the nerve (matchpoint matchpoint)
So we volleyed a while with small talk
And a smile and as push comes to shove
I'd say this must be the matchpoint of our love
No one ever held me the way you did
No one could ever love me the way you did
How could love slip away from me?
In life's lonely game love too often
Can let you down (matchpoint matchpoint)
And tho' no one's to blame
Love is stil the only game in town (matchpoint matchpoint)
When it's love's last play you can only say by the stars above That this
must be the match point of our love
Da da da, da da da da da da (matchpoint matcpoint)
Da da da da da, da da da da da da (matchpoint matchpoint)
Da da da da da, da da da da da da (matchpoint matchpoint)
Da da da da da, da da da da da da (matchpoint matchpoint)
(Oooooooooo)
(Oooooooooo)
(Oooooooooo)
In case you don't believe this is real:
Beach Boys - Matchpoint Of Our Love Lyrics | MetroLyrics
I managed to get through two Beach Boys albums today in less than 50 minutes. After Pet Sounds, they really stopped giving a fuck about value and just put out whatever.
Friends is a very overlooked album BTW. Very few outright bad tracks and it has a very unique sound. Extremely relaxing and vaguely psychedelic.
I'll have to disagree here, there are a couple exceptions. Surf's Up is very good, Holland is legitimately great, and I think the additions of Blondie Chaplin and Ricky Fataar really gave them a new sound that's worth checking out.
She Don't Use Jelly
worst Syd Barrett pastiche ever
She Don't Use Jelly...I get that the guy is supposed to be all acid-fried and such, but the latter especially is like the worst Syd Barrett pastiche ever.
Well yeah, that's because it sounds nothing like Syd Barrett.
I enjoy the last few Flaming Lips records quite a bit, but some of their earlier stuff is just atrocious. Yeah Yeah Yeah Song, She Don't Use Jelly...I get that the guy is supposed to be all acid-fried and such, but the latter especially is like the worst Syd Barrett pastiche ever.
Yep, it's great. Will give it another listen later today.New Foals album is really enjoyable.