Good weekend, everyone? The rapture didn’t occur. Or did it. Maybe for us hell is just more of the same, you know? Although if this is hell I have to admit I love it.
Friday night my friends and I hit up some area bars and got joyously intoxicated like a beautiful perfect little family of alcoholics. Yes, I spent ten minutes being antisocial and playing Tic-Tac-Trivia and Erotic Photo Hunt, but for the most part we all reveled in each other’s company. Last night I attended an insane “End of the World Party” at a friend’s house. I got to see old friends and meet some new ones. Much like the end of the world, the end of last night didn’t occur either…at least until I showed up at work this morning.
This coming week should be fun. I’ll try to get a few blog entries done but I’ve got awesome dinner plans on Wednesday night and a big birthday bash Thursday night after softball already scheduled. I know you’re all disappointed with my new three posts a week routine. I’ll try harder in the future, I promise.
Sunday Mix Tape – Number 217
Eyes I Dare Not Meet In Dreams
01. Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass – Whipped Cream – I recently had a conversation about the infamous “Whipped Cream & Other Delights” photo session I did last year. That has to be one of the dumber publicity stunts I’ve tried in the name of this website. Bum Advertising could also be considered a dumb publicity stunt depending on how strongly you feel about respecting the homeless.
02. The Roches – Hammond Song – Douglas from Yoga Records came into the store a couple weeks ago and started digging through our $2.99 section. He yanked this album out from a bin and asked me if I knew about it. When I said “No” he kind of smiled and laughed a playful, maybe sinister laugh. He said it was the perfect Sunday morning album and that I should open all the windows in my apartment, make myself some tea, and read the New York Times while I listen to it. He really wasn’t far off. It’s pretty good. This is the best song on the album I think.
03. Sister Rosetta Tharpe – Two Little Fishes, Five Loaves Of Bread – Holy FUCK can she sing.
04. Japancakes – Stay Dizzy
05. John Lennon – Out Of The Blue
06. Islaja – Kenen Maa
07. Ennio Morricone – Occhio Per Occhio (Maurizio Graf) – If you are one of the lucky souls who has been in my car to hear my operatic rendition of “The Ecstasy Of Gold,” demand that I sing this the next time we hang out. It’s a sloppy, glorious sight to behold. Be-hear? What’s the aural equivalent of beholding something? Whatever. It’s one thing for me to try singing high and pretty opera, but when I have to struggle to sing in a foreign language it’s waaaaay funnier.
08. Lizzy Mercier Descloux – Tumour
09. Keny Dorham – My Ideal
10. Lilys – It Does Nothing For Me – Remember a few years ago when I saw Lilys at the Spaceland? I don’t either. I was drunk at the time. I remember not liking it, but then I played “In The Presence Of Nothing” the other day and I wondered why they weren’t any good when I saw them.
11. Marissa Nadler – Mexican Summer – I haven’t seen Marissa Nadler perform in at least five years. That’s a shame, she usually puts on such a good show. And she’s nice to look it. It helps.
12. (Smog) – All Your Women Things
13. Papa M – Vol de Nuit – I just drank at a bar with the same name in New York when I went home in April. So when I was listening to “Hole Of Burning Alms” and I stopped to see what this track was called I thought it was quite serendipitous. Or maybe just coincidental? I don’t know. I had my share of fun that night.
14. Friends Of Dean Martinez – Nowhere To Go
15. Ty Macabre – Insufflated
