Sunday, 9 December 2012
Friday, 7 December 2012
I got stoned somewhere well before noon today and then i listen to three GBV records, Earthquake Glue-Bears for Lunch-Propeller, a fine day indeed, and then somewhere in the afternoon i kept spinning records and decided to start drinking, which was the best decision i've made all day except for calling Gulfboot, then i got fucking way stoned again and had a bowl Fruit Loop type things and now i'm typing this and soon i'm gonna go up a flight of stairs and stare at my fucking X-mas tree, here's hoping your day was as swell as mine...
Thursday, 6 December 2012
Ha-ha, ha fucking ha, how bout it, how fucking bout it, yes yes yes kids, the good old days, 759 S. Millvale ave. the fucking address, the hole in the ceiling, that room down the hall in the back of the second floor apartment where that tall fucking weirdo lived, didn't wear deodorant, big dreads, slept on the floor, made freebase in his room, oh kids on many days we'd wake up bloodied and bruised and hungover and we didn't understand why, just young fucking turks, whatever the fuck that means, smoking last night cigarettes down to the butt, pulling crumpled up bills out our pockets and getting another case of PBR, wandering to the bar in bright sunlight to drink whiskey and beer and step back out into the blinding sun and wonder what the fuck was going on, laughing at the squares, laughing at the squares, laughing at the squares, falling asleep in the strip club, plates laying on the makeshift kitchen table covered in coke residue, stamp bags on the floor, a never-ending parade of idiots, thieves, liars, saints, freaks, women, i mean how did we go and fuck that all up? really? i mean i'm a modern guy, ain't much for the go-go but ah who knows, we all got out alive and i guess that counts for something, though sometimes i think that we've been had but at times i'm just glad that i'm older... cuz the kids these days they'll never do it any better than we did it, ha-ha, ha fucking ha, how bout it, how fucking bout it...
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
All you need to do is listen to the lyrics to understand why this song is up here, in my younger days they fit like a pair of skinny jeans on a hipster, these days? well hopefully i've learned a little bit but they still resonate loudly sometimes... now i'm fucking off to the garage to get stoned.
Monday, 3 December 2012
This song is another one i've been listening to a lot lately, it goes out to Gulfboot's Mom cuz i know she loves this album and this is a beautiful version for a beautiful lady, i fucking love these lyrics and the last verse you move away when you're young/ take away where you're from/ and all the things out in the trees/ that hang out there in the breeze... it takes me back to my youth, to leaving young and then losing that place a few years later, the rootless feeling, it's the place you call home but you never go there...
Well kids or nobody or everyone, it's the third annual instalment of Tis the Season and though i might not write long diatribes like i usually do about the songs i might just end up posting shit loads more... enjoy
Lately i've been sitting on my couch and drinking coffee and listening to this song, usually in the morning while the boyos are still both here and for some reason it reminds me of both my ability and inability to love, how i seem to possess endless amounts of love for certain people and things and how other people and things i am numb towards, it also reminds me that i'm wonderful fuck-up and for some odd reason that is comforting.