And here we come to the last song in the 30 day challenge, where we are asked to share a song that reminds us of ourselves. Of all the challenges, this was the easiest song by far to choose. I’ve always said that this was my theme song, and will certainly play over the opening credits of the TV series based on my life, were someone to undertake such a thing. Most people who know me1 can attest to this. I loved the song when I first heard it, when it was a hit for Men at Work in 1983. But I really love the acoustic versions that Colin Hay performs these days, and there’s a number of really good performances of it floating around, including this one. If you’ve ever wanted a peak inside my brain, this song will give you one. Here’s Colin Hay, with “Overkill”. and certainly anyone who’s dated me ↩ A few months ago, we had a member of the group I hang out with on Facebook leave the group because he wanted to avoid spoilers1 for Breaking Bad and The Walking Dead. Since the latter show just ended its half-season and is going on hiatus, he rejoined the group and announced he had returned. I replied “Welcome back!” and then, as I reflexively do whenever I say those two words, appended “Your dreams were your ticket out.” It’s just a thing I do. Somehow, the juxtaposition of the theme from Welcome Back, Kotter and Breaking Bad stayed in my head, and a few minutes later I posted this: For your consideration: A 1970s era remake of “Breaking Bad” starring Gabe Kaplan and Ron Palillo. One commenter noted that Ron Palillo sadly passed away not too long ago; I was aware of that, but somehow it was much funnier to me that our Jesse substitute was Horshack rather than any of the other Sweathogs.23 And, really, it might have ended there, but my friend Joey chimed in “With a theme by John Sebastian”. At first, I tried to imagine how Sebastian might render Dave Porter’s brilliant Breaking Bad theme, but Continue Reading
Seen various places by now. Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first song is the title. This almost makes sense. Not quite, I don’t think. But almost. (Good thing i didn’t decide to do the “Guess the 20 songs” meme instead…) Nothing’s Gone The Way I Planned Every young boy wants to die. Don’t call on me when you’re feeling footloose. We had an apartment in the city. When I first met her, it was a sunny spring time morn. And it’s by the hush, me boys; First of all, happy birthday to the sublime catsittingstill on her natal anniversary. I’m still entirely convinced that Cat is not strictly human, but somehow a Tolkien elf who never passed into the West, but at any rate, we’re damn glad to have her around. — I adore Mark Morford. Sometimes he goes a bit over the top, but i love the sensibility that anchors his work. I especially liked column today. I could have written the following about myself:
“I don’t watch NASCAR or “WWE Raw” or “The Man Show.” I don’t read a lot of Maxim or ESPN Magazine or Sporting News nor frequent Gold’s Gym with a cadre of thick muscled dudes named Rick or Tony who stand over me and spot my bench presses with a lot of c’mon dude you can do it pump one more rep yeah yeah yeah, just before we all high five and go out for pizza and beer and talk about SportsCenter and the crazy shopping habits/frustrating fellatio inhibitions of our wives. I do not spend endless hours of every weekend out in the garage rebuilding my rusty old ’67 ‘Stang. I do not grill giant slabs of beef ribs on the Weber every night. I do not reshingle the house or wear khaki Dockers or pound pitchers of Bud Light at O’Shaunessey’s during the Final Four. Maybe I should. But I don’t. In fact, I engage in few stereotypical manly guy things largely because I live in the City and enjoy a wickedly urban and decidedly lubricious lifestyle, and tend to find many traditionally “guy” activities to be sort of unfulfilling and uninteresting and occasionally sort of dorky and faux macho and sadly devoid of divine sensuality and intellectual mystery and really good Continue Reading
TSP On This Day
by Robs Itunes Library
I’m sitting here, in the abandoned brain;
Outside there’s a box car waiting.
I’ve this creeping suspicion that things here are not as they seem.
As you look around this room tonight,
New cities by the sea
Between a father and a son.
I like to walk in the summer breeze.
Soft the gentle weeping,
Nine dollars, two cents, no money, no rent.
You know something girl? I’m thinking about you right now.
Living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal:
Mr. Willoughby, whose only luxury is the sugar in his tea .
Rainy road into Atlanta – time is truly crawling by.
Say what you will, I will miss you my friends.
Come away, leave the day, fall into a dream.
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