Marc
Simple solution to long-weekend frustration: go home. That's right. The next two weekends will see myself in the beautiful Kankakee, once again, raising hell, and whatnot. Weekend #2 might even see me getting a new tattoo (or two), somewhere in Indiana. Maybe I'll find a rock show to go to. Bug the fuck out of some indie-d-bags. Word.
Let's Get It On, Marvin Gaye: Please, please buy this. I'd always heard it was good, and these past few days provided me with enough motivation (and the right mindset) to be able to buy it. I must've listened to it 20+ times over the past 48 hours. First track = "Let's Get It On", which shouldn't come as a surprise, and should already be somewhere in your record collection. But, did you know he also wrote a song called "Keep Getting It On" which pops up only three songs later? I didn't. But then ... BAM! ... second encore. Not to mention "Distant Lovers", "Just to Keep You Satisfied", and "Please Stay". If you're going to get some within the next twenty minutes, and you don't own this, go to a record store and buy it.
[of course, I'm not speaking of personal experience here ... merely trying lend a helping hand]
If you're wondering what its like to live in Bloomtown, look no further than your local magazine rack in the new issue of Rolling Stone (ie - the one dedicated to the terrorist attacks). Mr. David Foster Wallace was one of the few columnists in the magazine to look at the crisis from a Midwestern (specifically Bloomington-Normal) point-of-view. It's funny, heartwrenching, and absolutely brilliant. Very rarely do I read select passages aloud, but I couldn't help doing this while reading DFW's article. "Winter is a pitiless bitch", "felt like we were living in someone's armpit", etc, etc. Pick it up, or just read it at a Borders or Barnes and Noble. Completely worth the time.
Finally, apologies about the personal nature of the posts this weekend. ATR, I am not. Rough times. Rough times.
Simple solution to long-weekend frustration: go home. That's right. The next two weekends will see myself in the beautiful Kankakee, once again, raising hell, and whatnot. Weekend #2 might even see me getting a new tattoo (or two), somewhere in Indiana. Maybe I'll find a rock show to go to. Bug the fuck out of some indie-d-bags. Word.
Let's Get It On, Marvin Gaye: Please, please buy this. I'd always heard it was good, and these past few days provided me with enough motivation (and the right mindset) to be able to buy it. I must've listened to it 20+ times over the past 48 hours. First track = "Let's Get It On", which shouldn't come as a surprise, and should already be somewhere in your record collection. But, did you know he also wrote a song called "Keep Getting It On" which pops up only three songs later? I didn't. But then ... BAM! ... second encore. Not to mention "Distant Lovers", "Just to Keep You Satisfied", and "Please Stay". If you're going to get some within the next twenty minutes, and you don't own this, go to a record store and buy it.
[of course, I'm not speaking of personal experience here ... merely trying lend a helping hand]
If you're wondering what its like to live in Bloomtown, look no further than your local magazine rack in the new issue of Rolling Stone (ie - the one dedicated to the terrorist attacks). Mr. David Foster Wallace was one of the few columnists in the magazine to look at the crisis from a Midwestern (specifically Bloomington-Normal) point-of-view. It's funny, heartwrenching, and absolutely brilliant. Very rarely do I read select passages aloud, but I couldn't help doing this while reading DFW's article. "Winter is a pitiless bitch", "felt like we were living in someone's armpit", etc, etc. Pick it up, or just read it at a Borders or Barnes and Noble. Completely worth the time.
Finally, apologies about the personal nature of the posts this weekend. ATR, I am not. Rough times. Rough times.
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