can't think of a title 02.02.06 5:45 p.m.
I just had the best sandwich. Ever. Tomatoes, cucumbers, Romaine lettuce, red bell peppers and avocado on Russian bread with mayo and dijon. I want another, that one was so good; even if the lady at the deli did leave the sticker on the tomato and I had to peel the strip off my tooth.
Stop.Die.Resuscitate are playing tonight; you may remember a fun night I had with Coolhandluke back in October. Well, Lucas e-mailed me (I assume I'm on his mailing list now) with SDR's tour schedule, and I've been stoked to see them live for a while. Only I found out yesterday that tix are rather expensive, and they're opening for an opener, which means they probably won't get much stage time. I hate having to pass up a show for that reason, too. I mean, I'd pay 23 bones to see SDR, don't get me wrong, but when you factor in the short set time, the two other bands I have no interest in, the overpriced beer, and the fact that I'd be dragging along a friend who may not necessarily want to spend that much on a band he knows nothing of. That said, I'm going to call Lucas after the show for some afterparty action.
But before I do that, I've plans with Woody this evening to see Walk The Line at a local cinema. Man, I've been stoked to see this since it was being hinted about. As arrogant as it may sound, I've dug Johnny Cash for a long time, thanks to my Mom. Mom's a big fan of the the only kind of country music I truly enjoy: the old school, drinkin' and cryin' and fightin' stuff. Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline, Hank Williams, and the odd song by any number of old honky-tonk motherfuckers with fancy shirts. When I was about fourteen or fifteen, I found out that Mr. Cash had a habit of covering contemporary music, and thus I found a whole new respect for him as an artist. I pulled out my mom's records and learned the hits all over again. It was weird at first to have people younger than myself ask for Cash songs when I was a DJ, but fortunately, it turned out to be more than a fad. I'm glad people my age dig Johnny Cash, because he's the shit. I just wish great artists didn't have to die in order to be appreciated.
As someone who not only appreciates, but keeps opinions about music, I found myself being recorded as I spouted views about what music from the last century will be listened to in 250 years, just the other night. See, I came home a little tipsy to find my roomie recording a “collabo-cast” with a friend and fellow podcaster in our kitchen. They were talking about the 250th anniversary of Mozart's birth, and how we still revere his music today. What Alex asked me between takes was what music from the last century would endure the way Mozart's has. I said, The Beatles, naturally. But not because I think they're all that great. Don't get me wrong, I like the Beatles, very much. I just think the reason they will endure is the same as the reason kids younger than myself obsess over them: we're all told that the Beatles are The Greatest Rock Band, Ever. This proclamation exasperates me in ways I cannot begin to express. Ok, so they were the most visible band endorsing dope and incorporating Eastern traditional music into modern pop. They also got their start covering R&B songs, just like everyone else. They wrote the fourth most aggravating and trite rock song on the planet. (Note that number six on this Boomer-compiled list is one of the best songs the Beatles composed.)
I have to run, so I'll finish this later.
listening:
reading:
ingesting:
(see entries before 20.11.05)
previously on Smothered Hope:
unreal - 20.05.08
in which our narrator kinda just babbles on a bit - 15.05.08
drank several margaritas last night. they were great. - 04.05.08
spacey - 29.04.08
i will most definitely regret posting this in public - 28.04.08