I figure if there is something annoying to you about me posting songs and occasionally spilling the goods then you can hide me like I hide Farmville. Happy Holidays! Song 50.
Out of nowhere an old friend sent a me note saying congratulations “On Upping my Internet Profile by 500%” and that they couldn’t wait for song 50. So here you go. It had to be reggae man but, it is Christmas Eve. Thanks to everyone who has gone out of their way to say something about this lukewarm mess. I will be the first to admit it’s silly and lord knows that it’s stupid…but so is a lot of the best stuff in life, right? And I might be kind of a tough guy but I teared up a touch the other day when a different friend totally randomly said “I spent like an hour last night going through all the songs you posted. You are making a lot of people happy.”
I just hope you are one of them. ♥
I can not imagine what it is like for you right now but if you focus on the people you love and find something to love about the people you don’t it will somehow all be okay. I know I have no business saying that but too bad sucka, I just did.
Two days until Christmas at Reckless Records in the popular Chicago shopping destination of Wicker Park. Blerg!
Ok. I know that you haven’t had the time to do any Christmas shopping yet or that your Mother In Law is a total bitch or your kids are melting down or you just got a parking ticket or that for some reason you can never find anything in here even though you never even try or that you just lost your job or that what you really need right now is a snack and maybe a beer but let’s just all of us try and keep it real super mellow today* because I was up kinda late. Song 49. Top hat!
*If you are always crazy no matter what the time of year then we are probably used to you by now so just do what you do I guess. This also goes for tomorrow world. Although, seriously, you must know that we know that you know that we know you are just lucky that we’re open on Christmas Eve.
I am crazy for jokes. Downright crazy. It is a rock solid fact. I cling to anything that makes me laugh like a complete and utter junkie. Maybe even like a fool. The weirder the better, and if we’re talking bittersweet, then forget about it dude, I am a helpless slave.
Some part of me wanted to have a burning party because selfishly I knew it would be funny. And oh man was it. But it was also totally moving just to be there while unbelievable stories spilled out of people that were so theirs and yet were so, so not. And I’m talking Dateline worthy shit here. Massive loads of unimaginable forms just tossed in like nothing. Poof. Cloud of smoke. Profoundly serious for a second and then a dumb ass joke the next. I know not everything disappears. I know that. But you can always find a way to take the edge off if you just let it go a touch.
Well played ladies. I semi fear the next year with the rate I’m tossing out the goods.
This here song has tugged at my shit since the second I first heard it. Now it belongs to you. Song 48.
They’re called The Heartbreakers for a reason. Poof. And a cloud of hilarity ensues.
There is not one thing that defines you that isn’t your choice.
Everything else is just old ass news.
You hippies ready for this*? March or Bust! Song 47!
*Also, “skivvies” means what ever you want it to mean. Bathing suits, cheerleading outfits, leotards, boxers, tank tops, underthings, nightgowns…it don’t matter to me as long as you are fucking freezing.
JV. You little cheese turd. Godspeed in China. I don’t doubt you’ll be a massive hit if not a complete and udder sensation.
You know I don’t know shit about Rush. It all seems semi uplifting? So I best guessed it bro. Song 46.
Congrats on being one of the weirdest people I have ever met in all of times ever. Holy Smokes.
Thanks to Sean and Beth for having a great holiday party. Some of us got a little bit “Chicago Drunk” it would seem. Thank god we’re family!
I know it’s stupid but wandering downstairs to find a group of girls (and one boy) having a Rumours dance party truly broke my heart into one million happy pieces. And I promise I had no idea what time it was!
So anyway, I know it’s kind of a silly or even crappy gift but this song is HUGE for me. Stupid huge. And I don’t just toss this kind of stuff around.
It’s probably about time I let it go. I got no trophies on display. Song 45.
Sometimes I wake up with the taste of metal in my mouth. What the fuck happened while I was sleeping? Nothing I can remember, but there it is. The wrong side of the bed just junking up my whole day sitting on top of me like a million pounds of mean. And it feels like the past won’t just pass and I hate it. I hate the feeling and I hate the taste.
But then I remember. Although it always takes me a while. Usually, it’s not until after I’ve had some coffee and forced myself to do some other routine tasks. For example today, with the toothbrush still in my mouth, I said the word “Duh” out loud. It was a very glamorous moment indeed.
So what is this magical thing I remembered? It’s so simple that it’s basically nothing. All I have to do is think of the nicest thing I possibly can. That’s it. So stupid easy. Poof. Done and done.
This whole house is wired for sound. I can make music come out of the sky in almost every room. And it wasn’t my idea and I didn’t put the speakers there, somebody* else did. And it’s brilliant. And I have enjoyed them every single day I have lived here. It was without a doubt a totally genius thing to have done and I am so unbelievably grateful.
Every day I can, and do, listen to anything I want as loud as I want from anywhere. Yes, that’s right, even while I’m in the bathroom brushing my teeth. Lately, it’s most likely The Pretenders, but sometimes you know. WILDCARD!
*I’m sorry about my sense of humor. I guess it has always been a little bit inappropriate. But what else can I do? It’s the only one I’ve got. Song 44.