hehe… this is the result of sliding down that slippery slope of reading, writing, and considering seriously the work of ac/dc and steely dan. sure, there may be a genius unrecognized by the h-word people in their music, but then you’re going to force my hand, and i will end up writing about bananarama as a result.
***this just in… bananarama has just released (summer 2007) a new album drama with a new single look on the floor and will be performing at marble hill (london) on august 18th!!! this, combined with the fact there’s somebody hiding out in london who needs to have his tongue removed (read below) almost justifies the purchase of an airline ticket. but not quite.***
in all truth, the reason this post is coming so late is because i’ve been out combatting upsetting rumors and trying to track down their sources, which is why i find this video so appropriate at the moment. plus, looking at their clothes makes me feel slightly better about how i’m dressed today.
there is more to come, but i’m afraid you’ll have to check the re-edited version of this post a bit later.
a bit later… the rumors were pretty bad, but they were concerning someone else’s supposed drug abuse and borrowing large sums of money from me to pay for it; at the moment, the rumors didn’t have anything to do with broken hearts. the loop on these things is very small so i’ve/we’ve collaboratively figured out who is changing fact to make things seem like what they are not. unfortunately, this person is a friend of a friend in england and i don’t have any immediate plans to fly over there, where i could more easily throttle the culprit. it’s so much easier for someone who is once removed, isn’t it? it’s so easy to take a smattering of details, amplify them, feign concern, and not have any responsibility for the consequences of the relationships back here. broken hearts probably have a lot to do with all of this, but the details would bore you all. they are not different or more special than the broken hearts suffered anywhere else.
last night, by the way, i pulled an all-nighter cleaning my desks at the office. one doesn’t get to listen to music while doing this because it requires too much concentration. having papers, drawings, contracts etc. in order lends a bit of peace and tranquility to an otherwise incomprehensible life.
to continue with the trope of all-the-fantastic-live-music- that-has-happened-in-new-york-this-week-that-i-couldn’t see-because-i-like-to-pay-my-bills-almost-on-time, i have missed almost all of summerstage in central park this summer, including most a showcase put together by king britt featuring liz mccomb whose “you ain’t christian enough” is featured on the podcast. i like soul music even in some of its most commercialized forms. i made it on time for some kind of jam band with roots in philadelphia and new orleans. i couldn’t really get into it, but i blame myself and not the music.
sorry for the lack of capitalization in this post. not sorry about the bananarama, though. Goddess on the mountain top, Burning like a silver flame, The summit of beauty and love, And Venus was her name… actually, i have to second someone else’s opinion in the steely dan comments section that the new throbbing gristle is really good. i will put myself to sleep tonight listening to that. tschüss.
Bananarama reminds me of junior high which is about the level of this latest transatlantic rumor-spreading incident. Turns out there was one hopeful (not broken) heart involved and one Goddess on a Mountaintop (my friend). The dude with the hopeful heart concocted a little tale about supposed money-borrowing for drug- dependency purposes by said Goddess in order to somehow win her heart and get into her pants.
All you married people out there, be really happy you’re married. This sort of juvenile shit happens still the time to single people.
try as I might, I can’t make any sense about how said story would work as a key to getting into one’s pants. But given my general lack of comprehension about such things.
I find avoiding social interactions helps greatly in avoiding having things like this happen to me. I make no value judgments on this behavior overall, just saying. Also, watching four movies a day is helpful. (Though perversely, I think I saw more people then than I have this past week since the film fest is up. Most everybody I know in Auckland is also into film.)
I didn’t finish the second sentence in the first paragraph, but I’m not sure how I was going to finish it. But you probably get the idea.
isn’t there some dumb book out by some asshole music critic who used to write for the new york times about how the key to getting into a woman’s pants is to insult her and isolate her from her friends?
Neil Strauss, The Game, an asshole nonpareil from what I’ve read.
I still don’t understand how it works. But hopefully the widespread dissemination of this knowledge makes it self-defeating at some point.
Insults and isolation from friends is the great fear of the modern bachelor or so I gather from the current batch of screwball-esque comedies (a la Knocked Up, Forty Year Old Virgin).
Er, I hate to admit this, I saw Knocked Up when I needed something mindless to take my mind off things. The dad/married man character was the one suffering from isolation, lying to his wife about his fantasy football friends while she suspected he was having an affair.
I will try to redeem myself by going to see Rescue Dawn.
you know i’ve been trying to remember what it is about that ‘the game’ book that i know, and i just remembered and its not about the book per se, but the whole book/pickup artist thing reminded me of it. A guy i know just got hired by some 50-somethings to pick up girls for them. This guy has the total rock and roll look, rod stewart/richie sambora hair, super tight pants, girl tshirts, leaher belts, boots, you know LA rocker style. Girls flock to him in a way that might make you think he is gay, and he is completely non-discriminating about the girls he hooks up with, pretty much if she’s willing, he’s willing. So now he’s been hired by these middle aged men to be their bait for club girls. They pay him a fortune to go with them to clubs and party all night and pick up girls, it’s really a little sick and a lot bizarre. I wonder if those guys have been reading that book or are trying to be part or are part of that so called seduction community.