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Girls
GRRRRRRR!
Wed, Sep 18th, 2002
Crazy dream
Plus I got to hear some live polka
Fri, Sep 13th, 2002
9/11
Why I will always remember to never forget
Wed, Sep 11th, 2002
Bored and Frustrated
Stupid Code!
Tue, Sep 10th, 2002
Fan Mail, Part III
Fan Mail takes Manhattan
Thu, Sep 5th, 2002
Fan Mail, part II
Cyicism pays off!
Tue, Sep 3rd, 2002
Party!
Because we couldn't go clubbing
Sun, Sep 1st, 2002
Fan Mail!
We get some misplaced lovin
Sun, Sep 1st, 2002
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Winterset
Plus a CD Review
Four people from my bible study (Paul, Katie, Kathy, and me) went on a
road trip to Winterset to see the bridges of Madison County. Now, before you
make any rash assumptions about my masculinity for desiring to see said
bridges, let me simply inform you of two things: We spent most of the time on
the bridges looking at (and for) grafitti, and that we also visited this super
cool castle tower that was just located in the woods. I just got back, so I
don't have pictures yet, but once Paul gets his camera hooked up to his laptop
and over to something I can access, I'll give you the hook up. Among the
pictures:
- One of our group defacing a bridge
- My attepting to save Paul as he tries to fall off of a stone bridge
- Ferocious action shots of my newly bald head
- A bunch of pictures of the girls and myself in various mideval-feeling
settings. Yarrr!
I feel the need to add more. It has been my experience that the more I want to
do something on a regular basis, the less likely I am to do it. I can't ever
keep a diary because I just stop due to apathy. I've noticed that the entries
are getting further and further apart. My biggest fear is that I dumpted all
of my good entries at the beginning, like a marathon runner who starts out with
a full sprint and gets part of the way into it and realizes he might not have
anything left.
Random CD Review: Innocence and Despair
I love songs with earnest child soloists. I don't mean like a
boys choir. Those certainly have their time and place (where would Danny
Elfman be without boys choirs?), but raw, untalented children. Specifically,
the album Innocence & Despair. It's a collection of 70s pop music done
by Canadian elementry school children. It certainly falls under the heading
"Novelty", but it's beyond injustice to simply see it as such.
If you manage to get your hands on this quality album (Amazon sells it), I
would, in particular, recommend Desperado and The Long and Winding Road.
Both carry a depth well beyond the original versions. Desperado transforms
a melancholic ballad to a plea, and Joy Jackson's solo on Long and Winding
Road carries so much more earnestness. I apologize for the repetition of that
word, but it's the only one that adequately fits. There are certainly tracks
to miss. Any song done by all the children certainly stands on its own as a
valid interpretation, but for the most part is no more entertaining than the
original, and the bizarre desire for omnipresent crashing cymbals make some
otherwise great songs almost unlistenable. If you enjoy seventies music,
it's worth a lsten, Beach Boys fans especially: there are 6 Beach Boys covers
on the album.
In wholely unrelated muic news, at the tail end of our raod trip, we stopped at
the local Porsche dealer to ogle the cars, and I realized that, in this
completely deserted and closed car dealership, the loudspeaskers were very
quietly playing Dark Side of the Moon. It is my opinion that more businesses
should play Pink Floyd after hours.
Finally, it is time to post this entry, but it's late and I'm tired, so I will
release this entry 100% non-proofread. The reader who spots the most grammar
and spelling errors wins a free trip to Cancun.
Winner must
pay for airfare, accomidations, expenses, and anything other than tap water,
which will be provied free of charge as a courtesy of I Eat Paint. Void where
prohibited. Offor not valid.
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