the sloppy copy

I heard this song on the radio this morning. Good times.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HI_xFQWiYU

“The Promise” / When In Rome (1988)

Nice video.

“Wonderful World Beautiful People” / Jimmy Cliff (1969)

“…theatrical, hyper-literate pop songs…”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bX0FbSsN_vg

“Red Right Ankle” / The Decemberists (2003)

Adam Sandler was the shizzzzzz back when I was in about fifth grade. Only the baddest-assed kids were allowed to listen to his comedy album “They’re All Gonna Laugh At You.” Matt S., a classmate who had older brother(s), had by far the most cultural capital: he knew all the words to all of the songs by heart. A cool kid, indeed.

“The Beating of a High School Janitor” / Adam Sandler (1993)

Like the new layout? I thought I’d mix it up a little, but the jury’s still out on this one.
As soon as I get my thoughts into working order, I’ll write about my weekend. Until then, I’ll summarize:

Thursday: Drive to Minnesota. Dinner with brother n’ fam.
Friday: Drive to Fargo for a day trip. See brother’s recital. Giant group go out for dinner n’ drinks. Good times all around.
Saturday: Lunch with brother n’ fam. Lazy day in hotel. Dinner with brother’s bff. Even more good times all around.
Sunday: Visit brother at work. Drive home.

Actually, that pretty much covers it. A more detailed entry is probably unnecessary.

I once owned this entire album, but it disappeared from my old laptop during the Great Music Loss of ’05. Oh well. Listen, and enjoy:

“Fear of Pop” / Ben Folds ft. William Shatner (1998)

My packing list for Minnesota:

1. Insect repellant
2. Snow shoes
3. Layers
4. More layers
5. Minnesotan-to-Missourian dictionary
6. Sauerkraut repellant
7. A reserved sense of common decency and neighborliness

On another note, I plan on thoroughly documenting my upcoming trip. My camera will be freshly charged, pen n’ paper always at the ready. I have super-cute scrapbook paper with music notes on it, and I intend to use it, gosh darn it!*

*Unfortunately, this is not a karaoke-themed trip. I’m just going up there to see my brother’s Junior recital.

My brother introduced* me to this band, who are a product of the fine (read: cold) state of Minnesota. I think he knows them? Or knows someone who knows them? I don’t know. Everybody’s related to everybody up there. It’s the Arkansas of the Upper Midwest.**

“Eisenhower is the Father” / Best Friends Forever (2008)



*Ooohhh…not literally. He just gave me the album “Romance Conflict Adventure” to burn onto my laptop.
**Angry Minnesotans (haha, oxymoron!), take heed: I say that with love. Arkansas is surprisingly beautiful, as is your mosquito-infested patch of ice.

I must watch too much television, because as I was job-searching the other day, I came across this:

Take a wild guess as to what immediately caught my attention in this search…

The Counter-Terrorism Unit is hiring (and they have a Kansas City office)? Awesome! Does this mean I get to be Jack Bauer’s sidekick?!

Some notes on last night, in no particular order:

1. Jagermeister is disgusting. I do not like it. It tastes like cherry cough syrup to me, and I do not like cherry cough syrup. It’s not even one of those things that I believe one has to “just try once” for the experience, because Jager has no cultural significance – outside of a fraternity house. Or Spring Break in Fort Lauderdale, perhaps. In other words, were someone to say to me “I’ve not drank Jager,” I would respond with “Good. Don’t ever.”
2. That said, it takes surprisingly little for me to be convinced to take a shot of Jager (while already intoxicated, of course. If someone offered me a shot whilst I was stone sober, I’d probably vomit on their shoes as a response).
3. Last night, I did two shots of Jager.
4. My headache is just now going away.