well. here we are again. the end of another month, this being my eighth. only four more to go.
if you look on the side of this blog, towards the bottom right, you’ll see lots of “greatest hits” links. one for each month. usually i just pick the ten that i can stand to still listen to. i decided to do it a bit differently this month. i want you guys to vote. just send me an email to firstname.lastname@example.org and list your favorite three. i will compile the top vote getters in a week or so. then the winning songs will get to wear tiny crowns and make speeches about subjects they know nothing about. aint that nice?
we could just as easily not even have a moon. where would astrology be without it? would we even have the word “phase” without it? not to mention werewolves wouldn’t know when to transform. also, neil armstrong would have never found his purpose in life, making steps so small that mankind wouldn’t even notice them.
this song is as simple as simple can be. i didn’t even do a harmony track or a second guitar. nothing. simple, standard folk. but don’t let it’s simplicity fool you, for it offers up sage advice. sorta. ok not really. maybe some mage advice. make sure to preserve your ethers.
that photo reminds me of that nine inch nails video for “closer.” which leads me to my next logical question: in what way could have trent reznor f*cked her, if not like an animal? and also, what animal was he referring to? a gorilla does it much differently than a jellyfish.
wednesday, august 19th - “still makin’ tons of money(but not as much as before) bluez”
in the immortal words of edwyn collins, “too many protest singers, not enough protest songs.” in other words, i decided to put my money where my mouth is. not that i have any, money that is. i do have a mouth. last time i checked anyways.
when i was a kid, i stayed up all night and into the day to get that damned zelda whistle but the knights were just too tough for me. eventually, as my ride to school was honking their brains out, i got it. sweet, sweet success.
why do fruitflies always wanna hang out near my coffee? seems a bit of a strange nutritional choice for them. is coffee technically a legume?
anyways, this is a folk song which tackles a topic very near and dear to my heart: coffee shop propreitors trying to curtail wifi usage. how else am i gonna get out of the house? speaking of, here is an interview i just did with vice uk and another round of song reviews at heave media.
actually, i did both of these things in the house. i’m a big fat liar.
this is another old song, a “mulligan” if you will. you may remember once a week i am allowed to post one of these. as of now, i’m all out. this is(once again) the last one i’ll be able to post. the last remaining vestige of my old life, finally laid bare for all to see. thanks a lot, guys. way to harsh my 1999 mellow.
this is dedicated to seminal south florida freak-rock act of the same name, whose members went on to form such legendary projects as “the fucking assholes” and, of course “fuck the fucking assholes.” ah, to be young again.