- I am 34, and in cultural terms, I am a relic. This obviously needs more explaining, but I'll have to sculpt that one very carefully, and I have work to do.
- If you don't own the deluxe edition of Rick James' Street Songs, I suggest -- no, I insist -- you go out and get a copy. I know that I have spent a great deal of time and energy listening to extreme European metal as of late, but starting your day with the live disc that comes in the re-release of Street Songs (recorded in California in July of 1981) is doing a favor to yourself and your soul. It makes the sun shine just that much brighter, brutha. And in my opinion it may be the best goddamn show ever performed by anyone. The horns, the riffs, the bass, the Rick, and the songs with Teena Marie are fucking amazing. Start your day with THAT.
- There is something quite beautiful in the garbage truck blasting "You Are The Sunshine In My Life" by Stevie Wonder as the dudes take the trash. Poignant.
- Sheffield Wednesday is going to get relegated. I can feel it.
- The record stores in Houston suck. All of the metal I want to get as of late (usually found in the new reviews or best of 2007 lists in the prominent metal magazines I read) isn't in stock. Crap!
- I have been reading a lot of comics lately. Getting caught up on nearly 20 years of development in the Marvel Universe ain't gonna be easy. Why, though? Why do I care suddenly about Avengers Disassembled, or House of M, or Marvel Civil War? Is it, as my wife so bluntly put it, that I'm a 12 year old? Or am I just jaded with the book world (working in a big box bookstore will do that to you) that it's all I've got? Whatever it may be, I'm enjoying it and I don't really care that much. To happiness!
- I used to try so damn hard. I used to wear the uniform and listen and say and take and drink and smoke the right things just to fit in with a certain element of the social fabric. And while I regret nothing, and I miss so many of those involved a lot, I wish I could have been more honest with myself and with them. They were very good friends to me and they deserved more from me as a person. Granted, this was when I was 16-25, so it's pretty hard to expect me to act with any sort of tact or class.
That's it. I got biographies to write.
