Dawn ,'Beneath You'
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.
I bought my second pair of Fluevogs today, and came *thisclose* to telling the store clerks about Jon and Hec's discussion about their shoes' importance in living the rock and roll lifestyle.
Today's mp3blogging finds -- Ben Gibbard covering Kirsty MacColl's "They Don't Know About Us," and a Seattle band called The Lashes, who clearly have listened to a LOT of the Replacements.
Today's mp3blogging finds -- Ben Gibbard covering Kirsty MacColl's "They Don't Know About Us,"
Is that Kirsty MacColl? I think I have a collection at home that has it sung by Tracy Ullman. If it's the same song, and I'm not on the bad cough medicine.
BTW, Pina Colada Song? Bugs hell out of me. Since when was discovering that both oneself and one's partner were actively seeking new partners through the personals a bonding experience?
"They Don't Know About Us"
Is that the song Tracy Ullman covered?
BTW, Pina Colada Song? Bugs hell out of me. Since when was discovering that both oneself and one's partner were actively seeking new partners through the personals a bonding experience?MST-3K did a nice riff on this.
Also, how could they not know that they both liked pina coladas and making love at midnight?
I love that stupid Pina Colada song. It's like Funyuns -- I have no justification for *why* I like it; I just do.
My biggest mondegreen came when I was eleven and thought that they both liked bean enchiladas, as I had never seen or heard of any such thing as a pina colada and "bean enchilada" had the right number of syllables and the right vowels, and also seemed like a tasty treat someone might like.
It may possibly have struck me as odd that the people in the song were actually spending money to announce their enchilada fondness in the personals, but I was already convinced that grownups were insane anyhow, so this hardly seemed like much of a sticking point.
Oh! In Chicago, I went to the Virgin Megasupercolossalginormous store, and managed to buy only 3 CDs: Jamie Cullum's "Twentysomething," Coltrane's "A Love Supreme" (the remastered 1971 recording, which is just -- GAH), and a Tito Puente CD that's just a random compilation clearly marketed to people who want a fun CD ("Instant Party"), but I wanted it.
The Jamie Cullum CD came bundled with a Virgin sample CD, with songs from current releases, and which I don't have with me, so I can't tell you what's on it.
and came *thisclose* to telling the store clerks about Jon and Hec's discussion about their shoes' importance in living the rock and roll lifestyle.
Fluevog should hire me as a spokesperson. IJS.
What does Jamie Cullum sound like? I hate the title of his album, but he looks kinda cute in the VH-1 advertisements with him, and I am Just That Shallow.
The current (Aug 23) issue of The New Yorker has a huge article on Björk.
Also an article by Oliver Sacks on abnormal perceptions of time.