June 22, 2009

Blog Reblogginated

What better day than today to try and start blogging regularly again?
I suppose, technically, I would have had to have blogged regularly before to do so again...
But wasn't LL Cool J's first single about how he was back, and on top?

In any event, it's a beautiful day in Tucson, I have the store to myself and I am listening to Jawbreaker. This is the second time today I've listened to 24 Hour Revenge Therapy. I am predictable.
So this is my last week at the good ole Chicago Music Store. Tuesday I move to Chicago, a metropolis known for it's wind. Anyone who knows me well knows I hate wind slowing me down when I'm biking and temperatures below 75 degrees. This is probably a terrible idea, but maybe it will inspire me for the first time in my life to purchase and wear warm clothing. That would be something.

I have a show coming up on Wednesday I'm pretty stoked about. Should be the last show in Tucson, and I'm going to be recording it AND trying new shit out! At this point, I can't wait to play two sets, in the same week, that have the same lyrics and song structures. That's probably not a good aspiration to have as a musician (should be a solved problem by now, right?) but shit's tough out here on the street. Drunk stoner kids having trouble remembering shit.

Something that really pissed me off recently was the discovery of a single here at work (I sell sheet music) of a single by Britney Spears named "If You Seek Amy". I pointed it out to my co-worker, saying "What the fuck does this ridiculous title even mean? Has she gone country or something." My co-worker, laughing at me, says "Sound it out dude. If. You. SeekAmy. F-U-C-K-ME."

Horrified, I thumbed through the lyrics, hoping it couldn't be true.
"Love me, hate me, say what you want about me. But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if u seek Amy."

Wow. I can't believe that shit, to the point that I can't muster the rant it deserves. But wrap your head around that today.

1 comment:

  1. Sweet Raptor Jesus, "F-U-C-K me" is the chorus in a pop song. Well, that's it. I'm buying a gun.
    -Mez

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