2003-12-05 - 2:51 p.m.
i guess this weekend i will find out if fuggs are waterproof.
i don't want snow. not one bit. all that keeps going thru my mind is that scene in the movie "woodstock" where the hippies are futilely chanting "no rain! no rain! no rain!" as it downpours. in my head, i and everyone i know are the hippies and we are chanting "no snow!"
a bit panicky about compiling my year end "best of" lists. i can do books and movies somewhat alright, but music is problematic. why? because i haven't been able to buy everything i know would make the cut, due to my (always) sketchy finances. i mean, i've HEARD outkast, but i don't own it. i want to put it on the list, but i want to spend time with it first. same goes for the new missy elliot, i'm hearing great things. do you think it would work if i walked up to the counter at newbury comics with my empty cd walkman open and ask: "please sir, can i have some more?"
i did buy ryan adams' new one. it's surprisingly good. i say surprisingly because i fucking hated "gold" and "demolition". i'm always willing to give him another chance because his album "heartbreaker" is in my top fifteen favorite albums of all time. so "rocknroll" is v.v.good. me likey. i'm consistently surprised listening to it, because each song sounds like someone else: jeff buckley, t.rex, the strokes (or maybe television), the replacements, u2, etc. it's like he made a cover album with original songs, you get my meaning? all i know is half the songs make me want to put on my jean jacket and smoke cigarettes and drive around in a 70s camaro blasting music as loud as it goes. oddly, i think that's a compliment.
think sun my babies, i don't want to be housebound all weekend. home alone and left to my own devices, i end up just like macauley culkin. except without the michael jackson sleepovers.
