Dawn: You're not fleeing. You're... moving at a brisk pace. Buffy: Quaintly referred to in some cultures as the Big Scaredy Run Away.

'Touched'


Buffista Music 4: Needs More Cowbell!

There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.


Calli - Oct 01, 2009 9:38:31 am PDT #1690 of 6436
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I kind of quasi-advertently tortured a former roommate with Grave Dancer's Union. She hated Soul Asylum, and I knew it. I was in my early 20s and she'd decided to stop speaking to me for six months. One day it's "Let's rent a movie," and the next it's a note saying, "I'm not talking to you anymore." No reason, no warning, no, "You're annoying me by doing X, so stop." No time out for when I had mono and really needed a hand. And no, I hadn't been playing any Soul Asylum.

So one night, about 4 months in, I got thoroughly drunk on a box of white zinfandel, put in my tape of GDU, and cranked it as loud as my crappy sound system would go, figuring if she didn't like it she could damn well tell me to turn it off.

About five and a half times through the album I passed out. She never did ask me to turn it off. At least not while I was conscious.

Two months later I found a new roommate and moved out. As far as I know she's still not speaking to me, but it matters a lot less, 16 years on. And my new roommate later introduced me to Amy Winehouse's music, so I'm calling it an all-around win.


Glamcookie - Oct 02, 2009 12:22:28 am PDT #1691 of 6436
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

I am Hec in re: Soul Asylum and white people dreads. I don't hate on Courtney, though I also love Kat and BiT.


dcp - Oct 04, 2009 10:02:24 am PDT #1692 of 6436
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.

tommyrot - Oct 05, 2009 10:05:44 am PDT #1693 of 6436
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Completely random post: The best ever song about a dying rabbit is "Rabbits Dying" by Throwing Muses.


DavidS - Oct 05, 2009 10:09:04 am PDT #1694 of 6436
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

The best ever song about a dying rabbit is "Rabbits Dying" by Throwing Muses.

Was it killed by a grey heron?


tommyrot - Oct 05, 2009 10:13:21 am PDT #1695 of 6436
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Well, the song doesn't say. But to extrapolate from the one instance I'm familiar with of a grey heron killing and eating a rabbit, I'd say "no," as the heron drowned the rabbit first before eating it. The titular dying rabbit in the Throwing Muses song is not drowning.

edit to make sense about the heron killing the rabbit....


Frankenbuddha - Oct 05, 2009 10:28:12 am PDT #1696 of 6436
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Completely random post: The best ever song about a dying rabbit is "Rabbits Dying" by Throwing Muses.

Follow me home to the lean-to, to the lean-to, to the lean-to.(cowbell)


tommyrot - Oct 05, 2009 10:30:17 am PDT #1697 of 6436
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Yeah, parts of that song are oddly upbeat (musically) and uptempo for a song about a dying rabbit....


tommyrot - Oct 05, 2009 10:33:50 am PDT #1698 of 6436
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Anyway, up next in my Random Playlist o' Five-star Songs is "Sex Beat" by The Gun Club. I will forever associate that song with Hec's reading of it at Quimby's....


DavidS - Oct 05, 2009 10:54:53 am PDT #1699 of 6436
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I will forever associate that song with Hec's reading of it at Quimby's....

Beatnik style! With fingersnaps!