rumours
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.
***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.
