Every day I come home from work and have, like, ten messages on the answering machine. "Dang, I am popular," I think. "Aw yeah." But inevitably, when the messages play, all of them are from the cat playing with the machine. So tonight, knowing full well that the phone would not ring, I went on Napster and snagged this odd group of songs. The list, and commentary:
Rye Coalition: Baby Puts Out Old Flames — one of my Brugger mix-tape favorites. I think it was from a split with Karp.
Rye Coalition: Baby's Got a New Flame — I mistakenly downloaded this, thinking it was the other Rye song about babies and flames. Less chaos, more booty-shakin' dance action. Still good.
Native Nod: Bread, Mimsey, High Tide in Alaska — Ted Leo has a new record out (go pick it up, as everything that Ted does is marvy. I am sure that the most mundane Ted activities, including flossing and sock-shopping, are done with special stylish flair) and so I started thinking about his brother Chris. Two years ago, I walked into my kitchen, and there Chris was, and me in my unstylish plaid pj pants! Oh, the embarrassment. Anyway, if memory serves, said Leo brother was in Native Nod. I somehow mis
placed my copy of their CD, and at 2 pm today I suddenly had to hear "Bread." Eight hours later, here I am.
Rye Coalition: Baby Puts Out Old Flames — one of my Brugger mix-tape favorites. I think it was from a split with Karp.
Rye Coalition: Baby's Got a New Flame — I mistakenly downloaded this, thinking it was the other Rye song about babies and flames. Less chaos, more booty-shakin' dance action. Still good.
Native Nod: Bread, Mimsey, High Tide in Alaska — Ted Leo has a new record out (go pick it up, as everything that Ted does is marvy. I am sure that the most mundane Ted activities, including flossing and sock-shopping, are done with special stylish flair) and so I started thinking about his brother Chris. Two years ago, I walked into my kitchen, and there Chris was, and me in my unstylish plaid pj pants! Oh, the embarrassment. Anyway, if memory serves, said Leo brother was in Native Nod. I somehow mis
placed my copy of their CD, and at 2 pm today I suddenly had to hear "Bread." Eight hours later, here I am.
Mogwai: Don't Cry — Yes, the Guns and Roses song. Or is it Guns 'n' Roses? Oh, who cares. Axl Rose wears collapsed spandex anyway.
Go-Gos: We Got the Beat — As do I, as do I, my sisters. I was trying to teach Evan how to dance, but he insinuated that all I was doing was moving my derriere around. Hm.
Mohinder: The Static Cult — "But I thought emo started with the Promise Ring, man."
Guns &/and/'n' Roses: Sweet Child O' Mine — Maysan used to sing along to this after work at UBO. Now I will carry on the tradition at my newish job!
To come, if I can stay awake: Journey! Bleed! Bleeding journey!
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