Me: but the collar bone is fused at both ends.
?: right
Me: so how can it be moving??
?: that shit’s broken.
Recently, a friend asked a question I have somehow never pondered through all of my time wasted on musical obsession - “which song do you wish had been written for you?”
I’ve always wasted endless time on the following questions:
- what songs are perfect?
-if you could erase the writer’s name and insert your own, which song would you claim to have written?
these are questions i still waste hours on. i have lists that are being continually amended.
but this new question, it’s a doozy because i’ve realized I want the cheese! I want a sickeningly sweet one, but being a songwriter, i demand a level of lyrical decency beyond “i honestly love you”.
i know i can do better, but tonight, this came up on shuffle and i am well aware that this will make many folks think less of me, but this song here is up there on my list. I feel a little better knowing that rodney crowell wrote it. and i feel much better about myself knowing i did not pick a reba song.
Yours?
I wish there was something that tasted like equal that was good for you that didn’t taste like licking santa’s asshole. - anonymous phone friend.
I love everything about this video. I will freely admit that I think Tim McGraw is one sexy son of a bitch.
From now on, I believe the focus of this blog will be just a few things and they shall be:
-things a friend, who wishes to remain anonymous, says to me earnestly via phone conversations that are pure gold. for instance, “well, maybe you’re like my french friend in france,” which was later amended with, “what’s funny is my french friend in france isn’t french, she’s just in france.”
-things i say to people that i preface with, “oh my god, i almost just said.” this has become the brand of awkward that i’m known for and i can only imagine how upset my brain must be. my “don’t say that!” filter is hard at work and does its job and i then choose to inform everyone of the crazy that i had initially dodged. a perfect example?
customer: i’ll have a small misto
me: oh my god, i almost just said, “misto horny”.
yikes.
and, of course, the only real reason i want a blog - to post videos of shit i love. or shit that is so crazy bad it’s good. like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ud6sU3AclT4
y’all are in for a treat. all both of you.
I have always loved madeline kahn so much. I get sucked into youtube clips of her for hours and hours at least once a month and tonight on a rather obsessive google search, I discovered that there is a tree dedicated to her in central park near the reservoir. Next day off, I’m going to go see that sucker. Don’t want to see Jim Morrison’s tombstone, or walk in the field where Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper and Richie Valens died. No, this rock ‘n’ roller wants to go sit near the tree dedicated to Madeline Kahn. I’ll let you know how it goes.
