Hey, Megs,
I just read this status update by one of my friends on Facebook, and since I can't comment there (it would be mean), I thought I'd do it here.
____________ is excited for Saving Abel and Nickelback tonight!
Really? I mean, I don't think I've ever known someone who actually liked Nickelback, let alone liked them enough to purchase tickets to one of their concerts. They do sell tons of records, though, against all odds that I seem to impose upon them. Maybe the people I know are not as much a part of the cultural zeitgeist as I would wish?
In news of better things that I have read, I am working my way through an outstanding Outside the Lines piece on espn.com. Wright Thompson (an Oxford resident, and a FB friend of many of my friends [those who are not fans of Nickelback]) has written an impressive essay, "Ghosts of Mississippi," about Ole Miss in 1962 (the year that James Meredith enrolled). I highly recommend it.
love, molly
previous post title source: "Shadow of a Doubt (A Complex Kid)," Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
When she's dreamin', sometimes she sings in French
Hey, Megs,
More internet fun. Look at all of the good times your Luddite ways are making you miss out on!
1 - BAND NAME: Go to Wikipedia. Hit Random Article. The first article you get is the name of your band.
2 - ALBUM TITLE: Go to The Quotations Page. Click Random Quotations. The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.
3 - COVER ART: Go to flickr and click on Explore the last seven days. Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
I wish that I had photoshop or something to make an actual cover, but here goes:
Band: Aristocrat Leisure
Album: Without a Single Doubt
Cover:
Posing with Skeletons, from Hannhell (via flickr)
More internet fun. Look at all of the good times your Luddite ways are making you miss out on!
1 - BAND NAME: Go to Wikipedia. Hit Random Article. The first article you get is the name of your band.
2 - ALBUM TITLE: Go to The Quotations Page. Click Random Quotations. The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.
3 - COVER ART: Go to flickr and click on Explore the last seven days. Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
I wish that I had photoshop or something to make an actual cover, but here goes:
Band: Aristocrat Leisure
Album: Without a Single Doubt
Cover:
Posing with Skeletons, from Hannhell (via flickr)In other meme news, the dean showed up this morning and let me see the song on his iPod. He was rather distressed, and with good reason. His song for the day? "Atrocity Exhibition," by Joy Division.
I told him he could join me for my song, "Kentucky Cocktail." (Oh, Pavement, do you ever disappoint?)
I hope you're doing well. I miss you!
love, molly
ps--the full quote was from Descartes: "The first precept was never to accept a thing as true until I knew it as such without a single doubt."
previous post title source: "Saturday in the Park," Chicago
I told him he could join me for my song, "Kentucky Cocktail." (Oh, Pavement, do you ever disappoint?)
I hope you're doing well. I miss you!
love, molly
ps--the full quote was from Descartes: "The first precept was never to accept a thing as true until I knew it as such without a single doubt."
previous post title source: "Saturday in the Park," Chicago
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Listen children all is not lost
Hey, Megs,
It occurs to me that I have not posted any pictures of the kids recently. Herewith:
We went to Dragon Park on Saturday, part of my effort to get the kids out of the house so that Kevin could sleep peacefully for a few hours. (Such is the life of the bartender and his wife.) Ella, Luke, and I spent some time down in Hillsboro Village--bought a couple of cookbooks at Bookman/Bookwoman, window-shopped at Pangaea (trust me, you cannot take kids in that store), and ate hot dogs at The Dog of Nashville. It was a fun time. In case you can't tell, the kids refused to stand still together for me to get a picture.
Side note: I do not recommend the Dog of Nashville. I had the Chicago-style dog, and it was no match for what they offer at Hot Diggity Dog downtown. Maybe a late-night treat, but the place is only open until midnight, and that only on Friday and Saturday nights. Plus, the Dog's fries are not good. At Hot Diggity Dog, they treat their fries with respect, serving them in their own little brown paper bag. Those are some damn good fries. The Dog's are not so much. If you're in Hillsboro Village (or, "The Vill"--Kevin is trying to start that) for a cheap lunch, I recommend McDougal's (the Chicken Coop) or Savarino's. Don't let the Dog tempt you!
I hope all is well!
love, molly
ps--since this post feels naked without a reference to the A.V. Club, here's my favorite quote from the site today, from the review of Red Hot compilation Dark Was the Night: "In your face, Buffalo Tom."
previous post title source: "Fat Bottomed Girls," Queen
It occurs to me that I have not posted any pictures of the kids recently. Herewith:
We went to Dragon Park on Saturday, part of my effort to get the kids out of the house so that Kevin could sleep peacefully for a few hours. (Such is the life of the bartender and his wife.) Ella, Luke, and I spent some time down in Hillsboro Village--bought a couple of cookbooks at Bookman/Bookwoman, window-shopped at Pangaea (trust me, you cannot take kids in that store), and ate hot dogs at The Dog of Nashville. It was a fun time. In case you can't tell, the kids refused to stand still together for me to get a picture.
Side note: I do not recommend the Dog of Nashville. I had the Chicago-style dog, and it was no match for what they offer at Hot Diggity Dog downtown. Maybe a late-night treat, but the place is only open until midnight, and that only on Friday and Saturday nights. Plus, the Dog's fries are not good. At Hot Diggity Dog, they treat their fries with respect, serving them in their own little brown paper bag. Those are some damn good fries. The Dog's are not so much. If you're in Hillsboro Village (or, "The Vill"--Kevin is trying to start that) for a cheap lunch, I recommend McDougal's (the Chicken Coop) or Savarino's. Don't let the Dog tempt you!
I hope all is well!
love, molly
ps--since this post feels naked without a reference to the A.V. Club, here's my favorite quote from the site today, from the review of Red Hot compilation Dark Was the Night: "In your face, Buffalo Tom."
previous post title source: "Fat Bottomed Girls," Queen
Monday, February 16, 2009
You make the rockin' world go 'round
Hey, Megs,
I saw this today and it made me think of you:
Another instance of the genius that is the A.V. Club, this from the list Put ’em in your mouth and suck ’em: 30 (mostly sexual) odes to various body parts, from top to bottom.
It was a nice reminder on a Monday of what remains the best phone message ever: "Hey, Molls. It's Megs. I was just calling to say hi. I heard 'Fat Bottomed Girls' today and it made me think of you."
Again, thanks.
love, molly
previous post title source: "You Make Lovin' Fun," Fleetwood Mac
I saw this today and it made me think of you:
16. Queen, “Fat Bottomed Girls”
Is there any topic Queen couldn’t turn into a soaring rock anthem? On this 1978 hit, Freddie Mercury sings from the perspective of a kid turned into a “bad boy” by an overweight nanny named Fanny. A horrific case of sexual abuse? Hell no! The kid grows up to be a rock star with his choice of any “blue-eyed floozy” he wants. But you know what he really likes? Fat-bottomed girls who remind him of his first love. Why? They make the rockin’ world go round. How? Who knows? But if Mercury’s lyrics alone don’t sell the sentiment, the enthusiastic harmonies and crunching guitar solos do. It could double as a jingle for the National Association To Advance Fat Acceptance.
Another instance of the genius that is the A.V. Club, this from the list Put ’em in your mouth and suck ’em: 30 (mostly sexual) odes to various body parts, from top to bottom.
It was a nice reminder on a Monday of what remains the best phone message ever: "Hey, Molls. It's Megs. I was just calling to say hi. I heard 'Fat Bottomed Girls' today and it made me think of you."
Again, thanks.
love, molly
previous post title source: "You Make Lovin' Fun," Fleetwood Mac
Friday, February 13, 2009
Sweet wonderful you
Hey, Megs,
Another post related to the A.V. Club. Let me go ahead and highly suggest looking into that website. It is a treasure trove of excellent writing, new music, and pop-culture references. Regular highlights include the weekly inventory, published on Mondays (these range in subject matter--some recents: The gift that keeps on taking: 15 terrible presents in TV and film, I vant to suck your broccoli: 23 unusual vampire variations, and Hey, teacher! Leave those kids alone!: 26 evil, awful, or just plain stupid educators in TV and film); new music reviews, published on Tuesdays (and generally featuring samples of key songs from each of the reviewed albums); the Tolerability Index; and, the subject of today's post, the AVQ&A, published on Fridays. (The site also features Dan Savage's advice column Savage Love and--a long-time favorite--Max Cannon's genius cartoon, Red Meat.)
Today's AVQ&A question: What handful of songs would you put on a mix-tape for someone you love or are trying to woo?
The list has some great songs on it, plus some questionable songs, but it's the descriptions that I love. This is my favorite, from Steve Hyden:
Another post related to the A.V. Club. Let me go ahead and highly suggest looking into that website. It is a treasure trove of excellent writing, new music, and pop-culture references. Regular highlights include the weekly inventory, published on Mondays (these range in subject matter--some recents: The gift that keeps on taking: 15 terrible presents in TV and film, I vant to suck your broccoli: 23 unusual vampire variations, and Hey, teacher! Leave those kids alone!: 26 evil, awful, or just plain stupid educators in TV and film); new music reviews, published on Tuesdays (and generally featuring samples of key songs from each of the reviewed albums); the Tolerability Index; and, the subject of today's post, the AVQ&A, published on Fridays. (The site also features Dan Savage's advice column Savage Love and--a long-time favorite--Max Cannon's genius cartoon, Red Meat.)
Today's AVQ&A question: What handful of songs would you put on a mix-tape for someone you love or are trying to woo?
The list has some great songs on it, plus some questionable songs, but it's the descriptions that I love. This is my favorite, from Steve Hyden:
Fleetwood Mac, "You Make Lovin' Fun"
This giddy ode to puppy love is all the more affecting because it's sung by Christine McVie, Fleetwood Mac’s sad-voiced Edith Piaf, who never again allowed herself to sound so joyous on record. You can almost forgive her for writing a song about banging the band's lighting director, then making her ex-husband play bass on it.
I highly recommend this feature. They even made a virtual mix-tape for your listening pleasure.
Happy Valentine's Day!
love, molly
ps--the Ben Folds song on here, "The Luckiest," is oh-so-pretty, and was also featured on NPR's Make-Out Mix.
previous post title source: "The Chicken Dance Song," ???.
I highly recommend this feature. They even made a virtual mix-tape for your listening pleasure.
Happy Valentine's Day!
love, molly
ps--the Ben Folds song on here, "The Luckiest," is oh-so-pretty, and was also featured on NPR's Make-Out Mix.
previous post title source: "The Chicken Dance Song," ???.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I don't wanna be a chicken
Hey, Megs,
Last year, the Onion A.V. Club's list of the best music of 2007 included a little blurb about how, if the rules had allowed it, they would have included Patton Oswalt's comedy CD, Werewolves and Lollipops, on their list. To wit:
The fact that they thought so highly of the comedy that they had to mention it, that stuck with me. I figured, "I should really look into getting that CD." Now, I don't think highly enough of the A.V. Club that the mere mention of this CD was enough for me to run out and buy it (I kid, I think extremely highly of the A.V. Club, I'm just not one for comedy CDs), but it was enough for me to borrow said CD from the library when I saw it sitting on the racks more than a year after said mention.
Long story short (too late), the CD is hilarious, even fall-down so. A couple of weeks ago when Evan and I went out, I told him he had to listen to it. I tried to hook up my iPod to the car stereo, but it wouldn't work so I just made him listen to it on my headphones. (Side note: You know, there is really very little that is more funny than seeing someone you think is cool using headphones. Because the headphones automatically make that person un-cool, if only briefly. They are the ultimate levelers of the coolness field.) The CD is so funny that listening to Evan listen to it made me laugh.
Anywhos, I wanted to share it with you without making you bust out the headphones. A little treat for your Hump Day. (For future reference, this post was posted on a Wednesday.)
"Failure pile in a sadness bowl." Gets me every time.
love, molly
previous post title source: "The Book of Love," The Magnetic Fields
Last year, the Onion A.V. Club's list of the best music of 2007 included a little blurb about how, if the rules had allowed it, they would have included Patton Oswalt's comedy CD, Werewolves and Lollipops, on their list. To wit:
THE COMEDY ALBUM THAT WOULD'VE MADE THE BIG LIST IF WE ALLOWED COMEDY ALBUMS
Patton Oswalt's Werewolves And Lollipops actually made lots of our year-end lists, but since this is best-of music, we had to disqualify it. But that shouldn't stop you from buying it, because it's fall-down hilarious. While you're in the comedy section, check out the stand-up compilation Comedy Death-Ray; Patton's on there, too, along with David Cross, Maria Bamford, Neil Hamburger, The Office's Mindy Kaling, and lots more.
The fact that they thought so highly of the comedy that they had to mention it, that stuck with me. I figured, "I should really look into getting that CD." Now, I don't think highly enough of the A.V. Club that the mere mention of this CD was enough for me to run out and buy it (I kid, I think extremely highly of the A.V. Club, I'm just not one for comedy CDs), but it was enough for me to borrow said CD from the library when I saw it sitting on the racks more than a year after said mention.
Long story short (too late), the CD is hilarious, even fall-down so. A couple of weeks ago when Evan and I went out, I told him he had to listen to it. I tried to hook up my iPod to the car stereo, but it wouldn't work so I just made him listen to it on my headphones. (Side note: You know, there is really very little that is more funny than seeing someone you think is cool using headphones. Because the headphones automatically make that person un-cool, if only briefly. They are the ultimate levelers of the coolness field.) The CD is so funny that listening to Evan listen to it made me laugh.
Anywhos, I wanted to share it with you without making you bust out the headphones. A little treat for your Hump Day. (For future reference, this post was posted on a Wednesday.)
"Failure pile in a sadness bowl." Gets me every time.
love, molly
previous post title source: "The Book of Love," The Magnetic Fields
Monday, February 9, 2009
You can sing me anything
Another fun iTunes time waster. I saw this one on Facebook, but I'm posting it here since I know a lot fewer folks will be privy to it (hi, Heather!).
Also, I will enjoy this because it will get me off of Pandora. Everybody has been singing the praises of Pandora, but I just don't get it so far. I mean, I was hoping that they'd play some obscure stuff and I could learn about good, new music, but no. A lot of the songs are off of Greatest Hits collections, for one. Second, they play an inordinate amount of live music. I have discovered that I don't really like the recorded versions of live songs. (Exceptions include Neil Young, Bob Dylan, and that's about it for now.) I guess I never really thought about it, until I read an interview with Judd Apatow and his wife, Leslie Mann. She went off on a long tangent about how she hates live recordings and her feelings seem to have colored my listening experience. Oh, Leslie Mann! What else can you make me dislike?
Like, I thought when I created a Bruce Springsteen station that I would get a lot of songs by artists like the Gaslight Anthem, a newish band whose music everyone compares to the Boss. Instead, I'm getting "The Boxer" and "Running on Empty." Don't get me wrong, I like these songs. But I can get these songs on 105.9 The Rock. And if I don't like a song, I can just change the station. On Pandora, in order to mold the station to my likes, I have to click all of these buttons! Clicking buttons is hard.
Anyway, that's my Pandora rant. I'm not impressed.
On to the fun iTunes game!
Opening Credits:
Anything But Love--Squirrel Nut Zippers
Waking Up:
Modern Love--David Bowie
First Day at School:
You! Me! Dancing!--Los Campesinos
Falling in Love:
Marginalia II--Gilberto Gil
Losing Virginity:
One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer--George Thorogood and the Destroyers (Ha, ha. It's so true!)
Fight Song:
Gotta Get Yourself Together--The Valentines
Breaking Up:
Kiss Me (Or I Will Cry)--Bare Jr.
Prom:
All My Love--American Music Club
Life:
?--Outkast (The name of the song is actually, ?)
Mental Breakdown:
I Should Care--Thelonious Monk
Driving:
Rock and Roll Is King--Electric Light Orchestra
Flashback:
I Hung My Head--Johnny Cash (Depressing!)
Getting Back Together:
Visit Me in Music City--Bobby Bare, Jr.
Wedding:
The Book of Love--The Magnetic Fields (Opening lines, "The book of love is long and boring./No one can lift the damn thing." Best lines, "The book of love has music in it, in fact that's where music comes from./Some of it is just transcendental, some of it is just really dumb./But I, I love it when you sing to me/and you, you can sing me anything."
Birth of Child:
Gloria--Them (feat. Van Morrison)
Final Battle:
Let's Go Away For Awhile--The Beach Boys
Death Scene:
Store Bought Bones--The Raconteurs
Funeral Song:
Ring of Fire--Johnny Cash (The iPod must be thinking that music at my funeral will be provided courtesy of the Villager jukebox!)
Man, do I love to waste time with the iPod games! I think this would make an excellent soundtrack to what I'm sure would be a most excellent movie about my life.
And now, back to the work.
Love ya, Megs!
--Molly
previous post title source: "Twenty Four," Centro-Matic
Also, I will enjoy this because it will get me off of Pandora. Everybody has been singing the praises of Pandora, but I just don't get it so far. I mean, I was hoping that they'd play some obscure stuff and I could learn about good, new music, but no. A lot of the songs are off of Greatest Hits collections, for one. Second, they play an inordinate amount of live music. I have discovered that I don't really like the recorded versions of live songs. (Exceptions include Neil Young, Bob Dylan, and that's about it for now.) I guess I never really thought about it, until I read an interview with Judd Apatow and his wife, Leslie Mann. She went off on a long tangent about how she hates live recordings and her feelings seem to have colored my listening experience. Oh, Leslie Mann! What else can you make me dislike?
Like, I thought when I created a Bruce Springsteen station that I would get a lot of songs by artists like the Gaslight Anthem, a newish band whose music everyone compares to the Boss. Instead, I'm getting "The Boxer" and "Running on Empty." Don't get me wrong, I like these songs. But I can get these songs on 105.9 The Rock. And if I don't like a song, I can just change the station. On Pandora, in order to mold the station to my likes, I have to click all of these buttons! Clicking buttons is hard.
Anyway, that's my Pandora rant. I'm not impressed.
On to the fun iTunes game!
Opening Credits:
Anything But Love--Squirrel Nut Zippers
Waking Up:
Modern Love--David Bowie
First Day at School:
You! Me! Dancing!--Los Campesinos
Falling in Love:
Marginalia II--Gilberto Gil
Losing Virginity:
One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer--George Thorogood and the Destroyers (Ha, ha. It's so true!)
Fight Song:
Gotta Get Yourself Together--The Valentines
Breaking Up:
Kiss Me (Or I Will Cry)--Bare Jr.
Prom:
All My Love--American Music Club
Life:
?--Outkast (The name of the song is actually, ?)
Mental Breakdown:
I Should Care--Thelonious Monk
Driving:
Rock and Roll Is King--Electric Light Orchestra
Flashback:
I Hung My Head--Johnny Cash (Depressing!)
Getting Back Together:
Visit Me in Music City--Bobby Bare, Jr.
Wedding:
The Book of Love--The Magnetic Fields (Opening lines, "The book of love is long and boring./No one can lift the damn thing." Best lines, "The book of love has music in it, in fact that's where music comes from./Some of it is just transcendental, some of it is just really dumb./But I, I love it when you sing to me/and you, you can sing me anything."
Birth of Child:
Gloria--Them (feat. Van Morrison)
Final Battle:
Let's Go Away For Awhile--The Beach Boys
Death Scene:
Store Bought Bones--The Raconteurs
Funeral Song:
Ring of Fire--Johnny Cash (The iPod must be thinking that music at my funeral will be provided courtesy of the Villager jukebox!)
Man, do I love to waste time with the iPod games! I think this would make an excellent soundtrack to what I'm sure would be a most excellent movie about my life.
And now, back to the work.
Love ya, Megs!
--Molly
previous post title source: "Twenty Four," Centro-Matic
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Well I never felt this way at twenty-four
Hey, Megs,
Fun times for a Thursday morning. I was listening to my favorite college radio show, Best of Bread (WRVU, Thursdays 9-11 a.m.), when I got a call from Evan. He usually calls me after funny things occur so that we can laugh and laugh on the phone. This morning's show featured Mad Libs, because the usual co-host, Greg, had to work. The subject of the Mad Lib was a shuttle launch, and it featured the line (I'm remembering this, so it may not be exactly right), "After climbing to an altitude of [number] feet, the shuttle orbited the [noun]." A caller named "pi" as the number and "limb" as the noun, so that the completed sentence read, "After climbing to an altitude of pi feet, the shuttle orbited the limb." It was pretty funny for 9:30 a.m. on a Thursday. Anyway, it hit Evan just right, so he called.
In the midst of our conversation--which veered off into musings on Evan's favorite comedians (Bill Hicks, Eddie Izzard, and Mitch Hedberg [his favorite Hedberg bit is the one about escalators: “An escalator can never break; it can only become stairs. You would never see an 'Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order' sign, just 'Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience.'” My favorite is the one about the number 13, "I'm staying in a hotel right now, and there's no 13th floor because of superstition, but come on, man! The people on the 14th floor? You know what floor you're really on. If you jump out of the 14th floor hoping to kill yourself, you will die earlier. Thirteen is an unlucky number. If 13 is unlucky, then so should the letter 'B' be, because 'B' looks like a scrunched together 13." Oh, just go watch it here {13 part starts at 2:25, but you would do well to watch the whole thing: the end has a joke about Carmex! and the bit about the above-ground pool right after the 13 bit is hilarious, too.])--Evan got out of his truck on the way into work and said, "Hey, what is this in my pocket? Oh, a CD. What CD is it? Hey, Centro-Matic. I've been looking for this one." That made me laugh and laugh even more that Best of Bread.
Now, the reason this is hilarious is this: Last year, Evan and I went to see Centro-Matic at the Mercy Lounge. For several days leading up to the show, and for a good portion of the night pre-show, Evan kept talking about how great this particular CD of theirs was. "I would burn a copy for you," he said, "but I lent it out and whoever I lent it to never returned it." He would continue along on this theme for a several minutes, at least, each time, referring to the mysterious lendee as any variation of jerkwad.
"This is why I don't lend things out anymore!" he would groan. It was really a time of crisis for him, a questioning of humanity, if you will.
So, back to this morning. "Wait, Centro-Matic?" I guffawed. "The same Centro-Matic CD that you loaned out long ago and never got back?" Again, I laughed and laughed, and then told him the very same tale that I recounted above. He responded, "Well, I don't remember that, so clearly it never happened." The best part about that? He drank cranberry juice that night. I remember the bartender giving him shite for it.
Good times. I'm gonna miss that bastard when he's gone.
I hope all is well with you. I miss you!
love, molly
previous post title source: "Step Into Christmas," Elton John
Fun times for a Thursday morning. I was listening to my favorite college radio show, Best of Bread (WRVU, Thursdays 9-11 a.m.), when I got a call from Evan. He usually calls me after funny things occur so that we can laugh and laugh on the phone. This morning's show featured Mad Libs, because the usual co-host, Greg, had to work. The subject of the Mad Lib was a shuttle launch, and it featured the line (I'm remembering this, so it may not be exactly right), "After climbing to an altitude of [number] feet, the shuttle orbited the [noun]." A caller named "pi" as the number and "limb" as the noun, so that the completed sentence read, "After climbing to an altitude of pi feet, the shuttle orbited the limb." It was pretty funny for 9:30 a.m. on a Thursday. Anyway, it hit Evan just right, so he called.
In the midst of our conversation--which veered off into musings on Evan's favorite comedians (Bill Hicks, Eddie Izzard, and Mitch Hedberg [his favorite Hedberg bit is the one about escalators: “An escalator can never break; it can only become stairs. You would never see an 'Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order' sign, just 'Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience.'” My favorite is the one about the number 13, "I'm staying in a hotel right now, and there's no 13th floor because of superstition, but come on, man! The people on the 14th floor? You know what floor you're really on. If you jump out of the 14th floor hoping to kill yourself, you will die earlier. Thirteen is an unlucky number. If 13 is unlucky, then so should the letter 'B' be, because 'B' looks like a scrunched together 13." Oh, just go watch it here {13 part starts at 2:25, but you would do well to watch the whole thing: the end has a joke about Carmex! and the bit about the above-ground pool right after the 13 bit is hilarious, too.])--Evan got out of his truck on the way into work and said, "Hey, what is this in my pocket? Oh, a CD. What CD is it? Hey, Centro-Matic. I've been looking for this one." That made me laugh and laugh even more that Best of Bread.
Now, the reason this is hilarious is this: Last year, Evan and I went to see Centro-Matic at the Mercy Lounge. For several days leading up to the show, and for a good portion of the night pre-show, Evan kept talking about how great this particular CD of theirs was. "I would burn a copy for you," he said, "but I lent it out and whoever I lent it to never returned it." He would continue along on this theme for a several minutes, at least, each time, referring to the mysterious lendee as any variation of jerkwad.
"This is why I don't lend things out anymore!" he would groan. It was really a time of crisis for him, a questioning of humanity, if you will.
So, back to this morning. "Wait, Centro-Matic?" I guffawed. "The same Centro-Matic CD that you loaned out long ago and never got back?" Again, I laughed and laughed, and then told him the very same tale that I recounted above. He responded, "Well, I don't remember that, so clearly it never happened." The best part about that? He drank cranberry juice that night. I remember the bartender giving him shite for it.
Good times. I'm gonna miss that bastard when he's gone.
I hope all is well with you. I miss you!
love, molly
previous post title source: "Step Into Christmas," Elton John
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