1. Catchy Cheesy 80s Pop
If you know me — and, chances are you do — you know I'm a music snob. But, if you know me — which you probably do — you know I'm a sucker for good pop songwriting, even if it happens to be the ultimate fromage.
Hence, a song I've been obsessed with lately, "King Of Wishful Thinking" by Go West. I must warn you, however: for those of you who know my musical tastes — an ultra-extended version of the "Supper's Ready" suite by a proggy trippy weirdo Peter Gabriel-fronted Genesis? Sign me up! — this may be a bit, well, jarring. But, here goes.
(There's a version with better sound quality here, but it wouldn't embed in a web page, because some people are fascists.) Sometime site-contributor (and apparently now-ex-blogger) ECB apparently loves this song too, so at least I'm not alone, except on...
2. Valentine's Day
Glad that shit's over for another year.
3. Dead Fridges
My fridge died on Saturday morning: the inside of both compartments looked like someone had sprayed a fine layer of black photocopier toner in it, and it smelled ghastly chemically.
People say renting an apartment is "throwing your money away." They might be right, or they might be wrong. But, I gotta say, it's pretty swell to be able to call up your super, tell them, "Hey, my fridge is dead, I need another one," and another one magically appears in a couple of days.
Take that, mortgage slaves!
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In an attempt to perhaps re-establish my rock cred around here, I will present to you the most soulful white guy ever: Steve Winwood, as a member of the Spencer Davis Group. This is about 1967, which means Winwood was about nineteen goddamn years old.