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Apparently Louisville ranks among the worst 10 cities for dating. “Louisville (overall No. 76) scores low in the concert category; apparently the tour buses are not making a habit of stopping and rocking in Louisville,” they say. Given that I’m going to see Ben Folds in Danville tomorrow, I’m not surprised. (Also, I like the implication that the best way to get dates is to have sex with transient roadies.)
On the other hand, I’m going to see Ben Folds in Danville tomorrow! Whoo!
Oh my goodness! I think I might just move to Canada.
In Providence. Maria is shocked at me for being unhip enough to mention that I don’t like the Strokes in a record store, but dang, man, they’re all 2002.
It was a long drive but not so long as California. I have now visited both ends of the country inside 30 days, so basically I’m the king and I get a special hat.
Unfortunately, I missed Grey Tuesday by a week, and I feel bad about that. I have more than enough space here to have participated in it, and I haven’t been keeping up with fair use or downhill news in general.
I did check in at EFF today, though, and read their “A Better Way Forward” white paper. You might want to too. It’s excellent, and I haven’t found a decent argument against it.
Lady In The Next Cube must be having a rough day–she turned on the radio at 0900 and hasn’t turned it off since, which means that since the batteries are dead on my Discman, we both get to enjoy it. As I told Maria, I now understand that they really meant Soft Rock Music. All Day Long.
So yeah, basically I’ve spent the day trying to decide whether I could crash through the plate-glass window wall, and if the resulting fall would kill me. Soft Rock Hits. All Day Long. I didn’t think I was going to make it, but then–could it be? Yes!
I was saved by Wham!. Careless Whisper came on and revived my flagging spirits by reminding me of the BNL live cover to which Jon and I used to rock out in college. Glory be.
It was quickly erased by Sheryl Crow, of course, but still.
Pain is A-ALL YOU’LL FI-I-IND!
I got the new Ben Folds EPs, finally, after shaving some money off the Cool T-Shirts section of my budget.* Sunny 16 is great music, but Speed Graphic… it’s like he walked into the studio and said “I, Ben Folds, will now write five songs deliberately and specifically to make Brendan Adkins of Louisville, Kentucky twitch and squirm with joy.” It’s a pretty perfect disc. I think it just may have replaced Acoustic Dance Party as my favorite twelve-inch ever. Well, assuming I’d bought either of them as a twelve-inch. Which I didn’t. But still.
Anyway, yeah, like that stuff a lot. I also got the Bens EP, after already having everything on it for like a year. I always thought Grandma’s Genius should cover “Bruised,” but I think “Let’s Pretend” would be better now.
* You mean you don’t?
Confessional Search Request: xorph I met a girl
The latter part of that, of course, is the chorus from a wonderful Wheat song, which appears to be catching on quickly, and also to have its complete lyrics posted nowhere on the entire interweb. I guess that’s how my LJ feed somehow got to be the first Google result for “I met a girl I’d like to know better.”
I’d post the lyrics here myself, but I don’t have the liner notes and I don’t really want to do them by ear.