Daily Archives: November 16, 2013

Party & Bullshit

If you’re new here, you might not know that I used to do a “song of the day” post. Sometimes I’d have a theme for the week but most of the time I just picked whatever song was in my head that day. For awhile, I even spun off a blog dedicated solely to the SOTD. And then I decided it was all dumb and deleted the spinoff and that was that.

I’m not saying that I’m bringing it back… but this is a SOTD post. So…whatever. I like musics a whole lot. I like hearing new musics. I like talking about it. I like telling people about musics I like. I love suggesting songs for people to listen to and I love it even more when I get suggestions back.

Tonight I was reading this (The Top 50 Debut Singles in US Music History) and my inner music nerd got all hot and bothered. Number 31 on the list is this, a product of the legendary Notorious B.I.G:

It’s not omg I love this song! – it’s more omg! memories! See, I hear Biggie and I’m transported back – not to 1993 when the single was released – but roughly six or seven years later when I first came across this entire genre. The timeline is really pretty muddled, though. I hear this song now and I can easily convince myself that I totally lived through that era completely conscious of the East Coast / West Coast hip hop feuds (not true). And then I jump ahead and think about the fucking paper I wrote about this for my freshman English comp class in college (true).* And then, more importantly (because I’m getting to the point here, I promise), I think about how one little song can bring up so much.

Here’s to you, Big Poppa. Here’s to you making me think about sitting at a laminate-covered desk cubby in our college’s library writing an essay on looseleaf paper and trying to figure out how the hell one cites liner notes in APA Style. Here’s to this song bringing me to the present, and a drunken Cards Against Humanity night at The Barrister’s place; a Cypress Hill Pandora station serenading us all the way, and me quite sloppily proclaiming that THEY NEED TO MAKE MORE OF THIS MUSIC.

Cheers, motherfucker.



*No, for real. I think my topic had something to do with violence in music, because I also remember referencing Nine Inch Nails, too. What the–?





send in the clowns.

Have you ever had a Crush of Fascination? Something – or a combination of Somethings – about another person sucks you in. They say interesting things about interesting things. They are funny. They are physically attractive. They like things you like. They are nice. They juggle well and ride the hell out of that unicycle.

Anyway, for any number of reasons, you want to know more about this person. You want to know what makes them tick. You want to spend time with them. You want to see them in action. You are drawn to them, maybe inexplicably, and want more – though you’re not quite sure what “more” entails.

But maybe the “more” might take the form of some sort of intimate relationship. In this case, the person will be one of two types of people: The Possibles and the Not Possibles. The Not Possibles can be easy to spot: they’re already firmly attached to another. They are unaware of your existence. They’re straight. They’re gay. Their traveling circus is leaving for Waukegan in three days and you’ll never see them again.

Other times, the Not Possibles reveal themselves in other ways. It usually happens when you begin to spend more time with them – hear more of what they have to say, see more of them in action – and you just lose interest. The Crush of Fascination is simply no longer fascinating.

The Possibles, though? That’s the fun part. If you’re willing to set aside expectations, hold your goddamn horses and just let things play out naturally,  you’ll almost never be steered wrong. You might end up with another Not Possible, but you very well could end up with a great fucking ending of your unique imagining.

And possibly a bff with a pet elephant.