Interview is over. I don't think it went well. Grrrrrr, arrrrrgh.
'Underneath'
Buffista Music II: Wrath of Chaka Khan
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.
Interview is over. I don't think it went well. Grrrrrr, arrrrrgh.
I'm sorry. The important thing though is that you're still the prettiest and you have a fab haircut.
I love you, David, because you believe me and didn't say "I'm sure it went great!" because it didn't. But oh well. I'm gonna watch some TV now and take the rest of the day off. Wooo.
I love you, David, because you believe me and didn't say "I'm sure it went great!" because it didn't. But oh well. I'm gonna watch some TV now and take the rest of the day off. Wooo.
I love you too, Rio! But it's a selfish love because you're so pretty and fun. Feel free to drink and smoke your worries away.
I'm done drinking for the day. I had two glasses of wine, and it's not even dinnertime yet!
I'm gonna watch old Buffys now I think to console myself. Also "Starting Over."
Wow. That's quite a package.
Why, thank you. Oh, the Village Green reissue. Yeah, that's impressive, too. (Sorry, I'm 12 all of the sudden.)
Sorry about your interview, Rio.
I'm gonna watch old Buffys now I think to console myself. Also "Starting Over."
You should watch "What's My Line" - did you see that our wedding cake had the monkey pants quote on it? Which, in retrospect is about as geeky as wearing Klingon ears during your ceremony, but was really kind of a tossed off whim that cheered me up when the pastry chef was so gung-ho about doing it.
did you see that our wedding cake had the monkey pants quote on it?
Of course! I love that! So so sweet. You guys are the cutest couple ever. Well you're even with Willow and Oz anyways.
The monkey pants quote made everyone at the wedding giggle like gleeful small children. It was a thing of beauty.
The cover of this week's New Yorker has an illustration of Ray Charles on the $10 bill. I think that's the best idea ever.
Jon! Congratulations!!
And, since Jon is too modest by proxy to mention it, I'm sure, I have to say that Clem Snide's cover of "I'll Be Your Mirror" is my definition of the word "plaintive" right now, and I mean that in a GOOD way.
Sasha Frere-Jones's current NYer column is about the songs of summer, so far this year. Ch-ch-check it out. My big summer beat, as you might guess from the sentence just before this one, is the new Beasties CD, especially "An Open Letter to NYC." Dude, any song that namechecks everything from Hollis to the Blimpies on Montague Street (ah, my lost youth) would be OK by me, but this love letter to the five boroughs from a bunch of native sons hits my happy about six ways from Sunday.
And speaking of happy, the Reindeer Section's "You Are My Joy" just came up on iTunes, and this song's like a ray of sunshine as well. '
ETA: One more -- Deathray Davies's "She Can Play Me Like A Drum Machine." Definite chairdance material.