Monday, February 27, 2006

This is funny also

Read these amazon reviews.

What a great idea -- colonize underutilized space on a hugh commercial website to subvert it from within/drive its traffic higher with some spontaneous humor.

Check out this link if you want in on the fun.

Friday, February 24, 2006

This is funny

This blog is hilarious.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Sunshine junkie music (1)


The happiest song I know about being a heartless junkie is "Straight Shooter."

Don’t get me mad; don’t tell no lie.
Don’t make me sad; don’t pass me by.
Baby are you holding, holding anything but me?
‘Cause I’m a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean.
You can bring me love; you can hang around.
You can bring me up; don’t you bring me down.
Baby are you holding, holding anything but me?
‘Cause I’m a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean.

I’ve been searching all night, just to find what I’m looking for.
Baby, baby, treat me right, or I won’t come round your door
No more!

You can bring me love; you can hang around.
You can bring me up; don’t you bring me down.
Baby are you holding, holding anything but me?
‘Cause I’m a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean.

I’ve been searching all night, just to find what I’m looking for.
Baby, baby, treat me right, or I won’t come round your door
No more!

Webster's 11th's helpful definitions (1)

worldview, n: weltanschauung

Friday, February 17, 2006

Wednesday, February 15, 2006


I can't believe I didn't hear this album until a few years ago. How could I have missed it for 24 years when I was actively trying to listen to new, good music?

Monday, February 13, 2006

Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep mania

I've been preoccupied with this song for months, ever since I heard it on a bubblegum compilation. It's credited to Kisoon, Mac and Katie (really catchy band name, I will admit) but I think it's timeless, part of our species' DNA, a melody that's hard-wired into our collective consciousness. It keeps coming up by apparent coincidence. My friend Bill contacted me recently to tell me of this great song he heard on a Cambodian Rocks compilation. Naturally, it was "Chirpy." He said he thought he'd heard before on an album I taped for him back in the days of cassettes -- something called Vacaciones En Mallorca. It's kind of like this one

But it's not. Anyway, sure enough, "Chirpy"'s on it, in a rousing Spanish version. And now Chirpy mania is sweeping the nation, straight out of my private world of obsession and onto the Muzak at Two Boots in Rockefeller Center. I feel like I am in some simulacrum world designed from the refuse of my imagination. What's next, besides seeing the same faces on the subway regardless of what time I ride?

Friday, February 10, 2006

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Discrepency


The biggest gap between quality of a record's cover and its contents.