Strange
Day

You know what I like about doing laundry, besides the smell disappearing? Sometimes, when you walk into the laundry room, there is an attractive college girl, facing away from you and bending over to load the washer.
Hmmmm.
You know what I dislike about doing laundry, sometimes? The eighty year old woman, facing away from you, bending over the washer, loading her clothes.
*shiver*
I looked up a little while ago and noticed it had started snowing. That nice kind of snow that gives everything outside a muted, fuzzy look. When I had downloaded enough porn, I stood up to stretch my legs, and saw for the first time how much snow we were really getting. There is already a good inch to an inch and a half on the ground. They’re already towing the cars parked across the street, because I live on an emergency route. When I started typing this, I saw the first snowplow. This city got blindsided.
Of course I know this snow won’t amount to shit. I wouldn’t even take a bet as to it still being on the ground in the morning. But there won’t be any school tomorrow. Probably some city offices closed as well. Damn I wish we would get smacked by a blizzard. Nothing really makes me happier in winter. Well… nothing I’m gonna tell you about.
I would love to be snowed in, just me and Pixel, with movies, hot food, and music. And maybe a certain woman. I just haven’t told her yet.
If you like music… if you have liked any music released in the last thirty years, then you will buy the album King Me, by a band called Visqueen. They really came from nowhere and blew me away. The group first caught my attention on NPR when I heard the name Kim Warnick. She’s former lead singer for a band called Fastbacks, who I also loved but admit is not for everyone.
I actually hated Visqueen for a few hours, for having been the cause of the breakup of the Fastbacks, who survived nearly 30 years in music. But then I heard their music. Amazon.com has free downloads of their songs Vaxxine and My House. (Vaxxine is far better. Although My House is my least favorite song on the album, it is still good. When was the last time you liked a whole album?) The band offers up links to some live performances as well, on their site.
It’s punk. It’s pop. It’s real rock ‘n roll. You wanna call it one thing or another, but it crosses more genre’s in three minutes than you can keep up with.
Their lead singer, Rachel Flotard, is amazing. I haven’t heard such a distinctive voice since Eddie Vedder. (No comparison in styles though, so shut the fuck up already). She drives it home on every song. None of it sounds over-rehearsed or uncommitted. She can go from a cute riff, to a wail that you can physically feel the pain in. Listen to what she claims is her first acoustic performance on those live shows from their website, and you’ll see it is in no way studio magic. This is the real thing.
I ordered their CD straight from the band, through the website. The day after I wrote to complain that it didn’t show up, their drummer Ben Hooker sent out a new one. He was a very nice guy about it all, and promised to castrate the mailman.
At least go listen. Every single person I’ve subjected to this has liked the band and asked where they could get a CD.
I’m gonna go back to watching them tow cars.

Record labels offer MP3 test for 99 cents
And the computer literate word takes a consecutive deep breath and says in one voice…
“It’s about fucking time”
This is all keeping in mind of course, that Vivendi Universal already has owned Emusic.com for a while. Emusic is the shit. Unlimited access to hundreds of thousands of songs for 10 bucks a month.
Now if Universal could just be the six hundred pound gorilla that drags the rest of the recording industry into the 21st century.

shit
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what is getting on my nerves at the moment? (well, it’s a shallow day… nothing important).:
contemplative rock bands.
you seen em. They play what passes for hard rock, with a meaningful look on their face, talking about their relationships.
Rock is not meant for a conservative discussion. It is meant to piss people off.
These singers go right along with the currently fashionable male models, all of whom look like they could get their ass kicked by a one-legged Omish grandmother. What is so cool about sickly little runts?

“The Heineken Foundation supports the development of urban-influenced music by offering financial support for the creation of this art form. Each year, the Foundation will develop a new CD highlighting emerging urban artists and featuring established ones. A portion of the sales will go toward non-profits like VH1 Save the Music — providing additional resources for urban school music programs.”

urban artists?
*cough*bullshit*cough*

Okay, I’m in no mood to post, but I can’t leave that feel good crap of my last post just sitting there for people to read. My family and friends will start thinnking I’ve gone soft.
I guess work was good for a Monday. Didn’t wanna drag my butt out of bed this morning. Which means I was runnignb behind and never got my exercises done on my ankle. And here I sit again, puttin them off untill I fall asleep.
Ambition is a wonderful thing. I’ll have to try it someday.
The boss is back from vacation tommorrow and I am trying to decide if that is a good or bad thing.
Speaking of which, if you’re looking for music, my recommendation for this month is a band called Boss Hog. They sort of take Blues, and rip it apart and recombine it as Rock and Punk. Well, that’s as close as I can get to a definition. They’re nowhere near as homogenous as most modern rock. Good shit.
Picked up two books tonight on my way home from work — Brave New World by Aldus Huxley and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson. The first was just to fulfill my sick facination with those ‘future gone wrong’ stories ( a la 1984, It Can’t Happen Here, and Farenheit 451. I picked up Fear and Loathing, which was my original intent of the trip, out of a general fascination with the gonzo journalists, especially since I started reading Transmetropolitan.