Musical Day

Today I spent the majority of my time listening to music, some old, some new. How fucking good is music? I have so much respect for musicians, the guys and girls who do it day in and day out and strive to make something that someone else will enjoy.

I busted out a classic CD when I woke up, So by Peter Gabriel. There are some tracks on that album that are just amazing. Red Rain. Don't Give Up. Really incredible shit. I know that most people remember Pete for his wacky videos, but the man was a great songwriter back in the 80's. I remember winning So on the boardwalk in Wildwood when I was about 16. My uncle and I were getting into trouble up on the boards and were drunk and we played this game where you threw darts at stars lined up on cork board, if you got your dart in the star part, you could pick a cassette tape. We both won after spending probably the equivalent of what it would have cost to buy the damn tapes, but we didn't care. Uncle Dave grabbed Raising Hell by Run DMC and I picked Mr. Gabriel's So. We spent the rest of the night cruising Atlantic in his car blasting both albums looking for chicks. I remember how I felt the first time I heard Don't Give Up. I didn't know what depression was at the time, but I knew that this song made me feel better about things, namely not getting any girls to talk to us. It's come in handy more times than I can to talk about over the years as well. So opened me up to the whole world of Peter Gabriel and I wound up owning most of his solo shit on vinyl. Solisbury Hill, Biko, Games without Frontiers, my, my, my. Lot of good times me and Pete had.

I tried to give that new Beastie Boys another shot and man is it weak. Thankfully I was fully involved in scouring internet for various things, such as plans for a loft bed, 1 bedroom apartments for rent CHEAP and pictures of Kirsten Dunst losing her bikini top in the ocean. The distraction made listening to this album tolerable.

Tonight a friend of mine slid me an album via IM of this dude Ray LaMontagne. Amazing. Please seek him out and hear this stuff. Very 70's, CSNY/Buffalo Springfield kind of stuff. I'm in love with this record and I've only heard it once so far. The man drips of soul and his lyrics are so rich and thought provoking. (I'm also excited to have obtained Neutral Milk Hotel's On Avery Island from this same sweetheart. Thanks A.) If you haven't heard NMH, stop reading RIGHT now and go to ITunes and download that shit. For real.

I guess all this music listening made me forget about the latest trauma that happened to me today. I nearly bit off my own tongue while eating a hoagie. Who knew this was even possible? I thought your brain would sense that you are about to bite off the tip of your tongue and tell your teeth to stop. Apparently not. I really did some damage. So much so that I think I now have a lisp. As if being obnoxious and fat weren't enough of a handicap. I'm a real winner.

Let me close by saying that Wicker Park soundtrack is a decent listen, but hot damn that movie is a piece of freshly laid dog poo. Matthew Lillard and Josh Hartnett both absolutely blow. It's long, lame and an utter waste of time. Please avoid it.