Two Things
The first is another entry in my top-however many albums:
Bob Dylan Blood on the Tracks
The other regards my status as a Southerner. Other than rolling into bed this morning at 5am, the question on your mind should be: What were you drinking? In answer, no I haven't gone blind, yes, it was home-made, and yes, I drank it like a man. I had my first introduction to
moonshine. No, I wouldn't have believed it, either.
Top Fiver Continued
Some new candidates to add or mix in are as follows:
The Pixies Doolittle
Ani Di Franco Not A Pretty Girl
Radiohead Ok Computer (I agreed with this yesterday, but couldn't help myself. It is an all time favorite)
Those are the new stand-outs. Perhaps the Talking Heads, as per Marty's suggestion is not a PERFECT album. But I have too many associations to deny it. Top ten material? Perhaps not. But I still am missing a few. This is harder than I thought.
A Top Ten Response to Marty
So I started to think about what would be on my top ten list, if I was going to make one here and now. I'm not at home, so there are no cds to look at, but I have a few ideas...
The Talking Heads Speaking in Tongues
The Cure Disintegration
Bjork Homogenic
The Clash London Calling
Nick Drake Pink Moon
So it's half a list, for now...but I'll probably fill in the other blanks later. Right now The Talking Heads is one of the strongest contenders here -- too many associations to it to deny it a place. I wish I could just put their whole catalog on -- or perhaps the double album of Favorites, but that seemed too easy.
To be continued...
The Day I Became a Rockstar
Things progress, as they will. As of yesterday or so, I could have blogged to say that things are well, good, and right with the world -- that after 2 months, Gerrick and I are finally on the road to friendship, and that he has pulled himself together in several key ways. We got to talk a bit at Jeff's brunch (I've seen and spoken to Gerrick several times since we broke up, but this was the most extended session), and it was good. I called him in advance to let him know I was showing up / he wasn't there / didn't call back until the day of, which was fine, since I'd only called him the day before. This was a good sign, considering the fact that he hadn't really been picking up / returning my calls, and so I'd stopped calling altogether. But I figured, one last ditch effort -- a note of finality to my message saying that really by now it was silly that we couldn't be friends. The brunch went well -- he and I actually got to hang out, which was fun, since we hadn't in so long. I'm not sure what the track record is for being able to be friends with ex-s after the fact, but things were really cool. Anyway, we made plans to hang out this week, and Lucas and I called him Tues night to invite him to karaoke. He never showed up, which wasn't so surprising...but we were supposed to get together tonight for sushi and maybe karaoke, and he never called. Not that this is necessarily a bad sign, but it is reminiscent of past whatnot, and hopefully doesn't signal what I think it does. Anyway, perhaps he'll call, perhaps not. This is something that I should just let go of, methinks. Perhaps it was silly of me to think that we could be friends.
In other news...I got to realize a little dream of mine. I felt cool as hell driving from the radio station to the recording studio to lay down some cello tracks for CJ's bass album. Since he tours all over the place, someday someone in California, Chicago, Indiana, Alabama (insert city or state here) will own a cd that has me on it. That's awesome. Perhaps this doesn't make me a rockstar, but it was a nice feeling to use my skills for a change.
