Wack part II - Return of the Wack

Oh, it's just too easy with the song references. Anyway, on today's listening rotation "Superfly" which contrasted with the white trash special "Billion Dollar Babies". A veritable smorgasboard, and I wonder how on earth I managed to walk anywhere before I had an MP3 player. I just wish I had more memory on it, then I would cut loose with all those nostalgia tracks. I might even go a bit stupid and put on music I really don't like but find funny once every 2 years. Rather like Sadeness by Enigma. On the subject of that, my flatmate tried to horrify me with the video of that last night. Foolish! She should know that I can countenance that filth. I was vindicated when she had to turn it off, being aurally polluted. Admittedly it took me some minutes to return from my safe space but I triumphed on the day.
I was a bit hurt when everyone started slagging off Plush by the Stone Temple Pilots though, I have such a nostalgic affection for that song. Scott Weiland looks almost normal in the video and the absense of lace up silver trousers is a tremendous relief.
Sadly it's never that kind of song that gets stuck in my head at work. Today some of the worse ones I've had:
MMmm MMMmm MMMMmm mmmmm - Crash Test Dummies
Nobody Home - Pink Floyd
Only Want to be with you - Hootie and the Blowfish (related to the first, they are linked in my mind)
Usually the only solution for me is to fall back on some horrendous yet more benign song to take over. Like Yellow River, or Those Were the Days. Or I was made for Loving You. But in light of a previous post I have a new weapon in the arsenal. I think Congo Man would be an excellent fury & would double as an autoexorcism if I got the chanting just right.

Failing that it will be back to Moonlight Shadow or Brandy

Wiggidy wiggidy wack

I was thinking how much of a wigger I am on the way home today, as I heard the song Sirens. Youse guys never hung on the streets where I am from. Shizzle, don't fuck wit da bindery posse - um - no, I can't string the words together well enough. I wanted to incorporate G but I guess I was defeated by my pasty whiteness. Deep down you know I just don't have the funk. I know it too.

But my neighbours, who are even lamer wiggers than I am, are seemingly unaware of this. They keep Rollin'rollin'rollin. They listen to music from the hood, and have a washing-line presumably filled with black hoodies. Always with the chillin' out maxin' and relaxin' all cool. All with that sweet NZ raised inflection. Don't want to hear it guys, you suck.

Stop laughing vapid bitch neighbour or I'll have to open up a can o' whoop-ass! Oh no you di'n't! You di'n't!


Oh I give in, I'll just shut the window and go back to bluegrass.

Damn I'm good

Yup, both pairs fit, just I'd advise people not to look too closely at the undulating rolls of fat crashing over the waistband of the grey ones. In a humanitarian gesture I will wear a long shirt...just like I always do.

Positivity

I suppose that it could be construed as a problem that I often equate positivity with mild retardation.

Honestly people, how can you seriously be happy about anything?

But I will get back to you all on that. I bought 2 pairs of trousers today because I was down to one wearable pair. If these new ones fit I may be all smiles and sunshine. It would be sensible to try things on in the shop, but at $4 a pair of trousers, who cares?

So maybe we will all have to wait for a few more years before I actually dress nicely and tidily, and try to look good. Thats if the trousers fit...

Cue Advanced Hair quote

Yesterday I went out to a gig. A Monday night. How thoroughly debauched of me. I felt like a bit of a loser for the first while - I was there on my own and I didn't kno w many (any) people at the bar. But you know, you get through these things, in my case by laughing at the support band. They played a heady blend of hard rock and teen angst. Every song I kept thinking about how I could incorporate:
-My parents don't understand me
-I'm just going to weedleewee rock out with my guitar in my sock smelling bedroom
-Give me some Mountain Dew and Cheesy Poofs
-WOW
Perhaps the ultimate moment was when they broke out the bongo drum and had a tribal break down. It brought back beautiful memories of Billy Idol's immortal hit "Congo Man" which incidentally I must ask a collague, his biggest fan, about.
Things started getting a little more peculiar when patrons (and here is the Advanced Hair reference) Some of them young men kept coming up and talking to me. I suppose they must think I remember them or something. Were they trying to appease me because I knew about their reading habits? It was rather strange.
Luckily by the time the main act was on more acquaintances had turned up and I could feel semi-cool. As cool as you can feel with a strict deadline and work at 8.30 the next morning.

Watch the 2.25! watch the 2.25!

Just goes to show that youtube is promoting discussion of difficult issues, like sexual harrassment.

Whooosh! Lets go back in time:

browninsauce (2 hours ago) I think at 2:25, if you watch left arm, I think she touched his rear end by mistake. He's kinda tall and she's short. I think that's what happened imajobie.

imajobie What happened at 2:25? I keep replaying but i can't tell, which is just making me more curious! Can anyone see?

Say wha?

Furs for Christ?!

I think you will find the poetry particularly rewarding.