Wednesday, August 09, 2006
On Experiments, New Sounds, Riddance and Fair Food
Well, the first draft of the cache and cookies ice cream is finished. Two batches, decent start, but definitely room for improvement. Ben and Jerry don't have to look over their shoulders yet.
I've got all sorts of new music on my plate now: The M's, The Eskimos, Stephen Stills boots, LandCarp, OlO, Os Mutantes and more stuff I haven't even opened. Still on its way to me is Heatmizer, Penfifteen Club, more OlO, and Galaxie 500.
There have been a couple instances recently in which I've really wanted to say, "Good riddance!" But this is a phrase typically frowned upon in society. And that's a damn shame. Because there's nothing like smiling while throwing the dog shit in the garbage, is there?
We recently went to the good ole Wisconsin State Fair. We're going to be taking a few years off from the fair. It's partly the humongous crowds, partly the trash element, partly the crap food, and partly the crap vendors and musicians. Add it all up, and I found myself, after a couple hours, looking around and becoming scared for Wisconsin. Because all the fair started to look like . . . . remember that moment at the end of Animal Farm, when they can't tell the pigs from the humans? It was like that at State Fair. There are all these animals. But there are also all these people eating. And they're huge. Now, let me be clear: I love splurging. I'm all for it. Sometimes it's just OK to have the brat, nachos, brownie and popcorn all at once. Go for it; have fun; live it up. But this was obscene. This was out-of-bounds, crazy. There were all these gigantic, 900-pound people being shoved around in wheelchairs because they can't walk anymore, and they were cramming all this deep-fried crap down their throats as fast as they could, and the food was dripping down their necks like . . . . well, some of the animals next to them. It was like an unannounced competition to see who could become the fattest the fastest. And the humans were gaining on the hogs. Wow.
I've got all sorts of new music on my plate now: The M's, The Eskimos, Stephen Stills boots, LandCarp, OlO, Os Mutantes and more stuff I haven't even opened. Still on its way to me is Heatmizer, Penfifteen Club, more OlO, and Galaxie 500.
There have been a couple instances recently in which I've really wanted to say, "Good riddance!" But this is a phrase typically frowned upon in society. And that's a damn shame. Because there's nothing like smiling while throwing the dog shit in the garbage, is there?
We recently went to the good ole Wisconsin State Fair. We're going to be taking a few years off from the fair. It's partly the humongous crowds, partly the trash element, partly the crap food, and partly the crap vendors and musicians. Add it all up, and I found myself, after a couple hours, looking around and becoming scared for Wisconsin. Because all the fair started to look like . . . . remember that moment at the end of Animal Farm, when they can't tell the pigs from the humans? It was like that at State Fair. There are all these animals. But there are also all these people eating. And they're huge. Now, let me be clear: I love splurging. I'm all for it. Sometimes it's just OK to have the brat, nachos, brownie and popcorn all at once. Go for it; have fun; live it up. But this was obscene. This was out-of-bounds, crazy. There were all these gigantic, 900-pound people being shoved around in wheelchairs because they can't walk anymore, and they were cramming all this deep-fried crap down their throats as fast as they could, and the food was dripping down their necks like . . . . well, some of the animals next to them. It was like an unannounced competition to see who could become the fattest the fastest. And the humans were gaining on the hogs. Wow.
