Potpourri Tuesday
MUSIC TO MY EARS
Let’s have a word about Journey, shall we? "Don't Stop Believin'" is probably on everyone’s mind because of the Sopranos finale — I’m not gonna parse its meaning or lack thereof to the episode, because blah blah blah sophomore MassComm major-cakes. However, I just wanted to say: I fucking love Journey. It was part of the background noise when I was a kid, I guess, but I never paid it that much attention. But over the years, I’ve come back around, and started listening to it — at first just ironically, but then realizing that this band really kicks ass. They’re so … committed, you know? We’ve tried to play some of their stuff in the Drunken Jackass Band, and Diamond Mike’s pick of “Stone in Love” is now my favorite track and a highlight of our setlist — but YOU try getting anywhere close to Steve Perry’s vocal range. (Don't look at me -- I'm a bassist, I'm not gonna do it.) Oi. And but so my point is, once you’ve paid $45 for a shirt with a band’s name on it, like I did three weeks ago, you’re not being ironic anymore — you’re a fan, and you should just damn hell admit it.
THIS THING OF OURS
I was in a gang once. It was called the Stray Cats, name inspired by the band, and particularly their song “Stray Cat Strut.” We were a particularly threatening group of second-grade girls, I can assure you of that. If you pissed us off, we would totally write mean notes about you.
UNHOLY MATRIMONY
Yay! Big Love is back! Great first ep, and I’m really glad we re-watched the Season 1 finale beforehand — pretty complex storylines and a long time between seasons. Can’t wait to see where this is going. Harry Dean Stanton: scariest motherfucker EVER, without having to say a word.
GENTLEMAN’S C
So we saw Ocean’s Thirteen last weekend, and y’all — it was good! I liked the first two a lot (funny, fast-moving, sophisticated, interesting twists — good times), and this one was better than the second. I also followed it a lot better than I did 11 and 12, possibly because I wasn’t BALLS DRUNK like I was those other times. (And by balls drunk, I don’t mean tipsy, or even just drunk — I mean completely fucking blind gibbering shitcanned, like the rest of my friends; none of us could remember the whole thing, or even most of it. We just tried to piece it together over even more drinks at Tommy’s Joynt after the show). But I want to make special mention of The Clooney, and how totally delicious his shirts are. They’re hand-tailored of the most wonderful soft-looking yet crisp fabrics — they just look … buttery. You want to rub your face all over them. You want to marry them and have like ten thousand of their babies, these shirts. In heaven, we shall all have shirts like those belonging to The Clooney, yea Lawd, yea Lawd. Rapture me Jesus.
Let’s have a word about Journey, shall we? "Don't Stop Believin'" is probably on everyone’s mind because of the Sopranos finale — I’m not gonna parse its meaning or lack thereof to the episode, because blah blah blah sophomore MassComm major-cakes. However, I just wanted to say: I fucking love Journey. It was part of the background noise when I was a kid, I guess, but I never paid it that much attention. But over the years, I’ve come back around, and started listening to it — at first just ironically, but then realizing that this band really kicks ass. They’re so … committed, you know? We’ve tried to play some of their stuff in the Drunken Jackass Band, and Diamond Mike’s pick of “Stone in Love” is now my favorite track and a highlight of our setlist — but YOU try getting anywhere close to Steve Perry’s vocal range. (Don't look at me -- I'm a bassist, I'm not gonna do it.) Oi. And but so my point is, once you’ve paid $45 for a shirt with a band’s name on it, like I did three weeks ago, you’re not being ironic anymore — you’re a fan, and you should just damn hell admit it.
THIS THING OF OURS
I was in a gang once. It was called the Stray Cats, name inspired by the band, and particularly their song “Stray Cat Strut.” We were a particularly threatening group of second-grade girls, I can assure you of that. If you pissed us off, we would totally write mean notes about you.
UNHOLY MATRIMONY
Yay! Big Love is back! Great first ep, and I’m really glad we re-watched the Season 1 finale beforehand — pretty complex storylines and a long time between seasons. Can’t wait to see where this is going. Harry Dean Stanton: scariest motherfucker EVER, without having to say a word.
GENTLEMAN’S C
So we saw Ocean’s Thirteen last weekend, and y’all — it was good! I liked the first two a lot (funny, fast-moving, sophisticated, interesting twists — good times), and this one was better than the second. I also followed it a lot better than I did 11 and 12, possibly because I wasn’t BALLS DRUNK like I was those other times. (And by balls drunk, I don’t mean tipsy, or even just drunk — I mean completely fucking blind gibbering shitcanned, like the rest of my friends; none of us could remember the whole thing, or even most of it. We just tried to piece it together over even more drinks at Tommy’s Joynt after the show). But I want to make special mention of The Clooney, and how totally delicious his shirts are. They’re hand-tailored of the most wonderful soft-looking yet crisp fabrics — they just look … buttery. You want to rub your face all over them. You want to marry them and have like ten thousand of their babies, these shirts. In heaven, we shall all have shirts like those belonging to The Clooney, yea Lawd, yea Lawd. Rapture me Jesus.
Labels: clean livin, demoralizing confessions, that's what your mom said, they ain't takin the TEE-vee, things that are great
posted by Gleemonex at 4:15 PM
6 Comments:
Yaaay - Journey!!! Me too! I have a whole scrap book of Steve Perry pictures circa 1983. When I was 8. And, Stone in Love? I used to sing that with my (imagine) Bluegrass Band in college.
You do realize the Stray Cats, ZZ Top and The Pretenders are playing in Selma, Texas on 5 August. Yep! I have tickets and WILL be THERE. I STILL love Journey even though Rolling Stone in 2004 declared Journey was nothing more than a "karaoke band." I do NOT read THAT rag anymore.
*;)
Ah ... my teenage years were all about Journey and Steve Perry. Memories of wasting my day away, swimming, eating sunflowers seeds, smoking something I shouldn't have and then mom coming home unexpected because "sometimes that's what mother's do" ... yeah ... busted.
Favorite all time song by Journey - Stay Awhile - if a man was to sing those lyrics to me I would be his. Hopefully he would be at least decent looking with nice teeth.
I can't believe I forgot to comment about my favorite star of all time! I heart George. He literally takes my breath away.
Yeah, um, Glee...I'm not looking at his shirts, friend. Maybe imagining them in a hand-tailored heap on the floor...
yeah, that's kinda where I was going with that ... just didn't want to upset Mr. Gleemonex. ;-)
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