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More Than This

More Than This
Roxy Music

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they´re blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
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Watching The Detectives

Elvis plays Koka Booth Amphitheatre next month with the N.C. Symphony. I am so there.

Watching The Detectives
Elvis Costello

Nice girls not one with a defect
cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct
Red dogs under illegal legs
She looks so good that he gets down and begs

She is watching the detectives
“ooh, he’s so cute!”
She is watching the detectives
when they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
They beat him up until the teardrops start
but he can’t be wounded ’cause he’s got no heart
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Cheap Thoughts: Acoustics

I have good hearing. I guess I come by it naturally, since my mom (at least) has good hearing, too. One of the reasons I never snuck out of the house as a kid like my brothers (and sister, so far as I know) did was knowledge of my mom’s hawk-like hearing. Then again, my hearing could also be a product of my former employment, once as a recording engineer and again as a code-copier in the Navy.

Yesterday, I commented to my office mate how the air conditioning sounded like one of those annoying cars with a thumping bass amplifier. I could hear the blower units above my head resonating, producing a deep bass beat frequency. “Wow, you must have sensitive ears,” he commented. Apparently he didn’t hear it as well as I (and I wished I didn’t!)
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In Ephrata: Amish Paradise

I just arrived in Ephrata, Pennsylvania: the heart of Amish country. In honor of that and Weird Al coming to Raleigh, its appropriate that I bust it (fool):

Amish Paradise
Weird Al Yankovic

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she’s very plain
But that’s just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I’m milkin’ cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows… fool
And I’ve been milkin’ and plowin’ so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I’m a man of the land, I’m into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1699
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Weird Al Coming to Raleigh

My buddy rarousse alerts me to Weird Al Yankovic’s upcoming show in Raleigh August 5th. Alas, I can’t go, as we’ll still be in Washington state, wrapping up our vacation.

I was sixteen when I last saw Weird Al in concert. It was 1985 and I was working at Carowinds, where he and his band played at the Paladium. Al puts on a pretty good show: just the kind of kookiness you’d expect from him.

I see from the above link that Al is playing the Paladium again this tour. I wonder if he’ll look around and notice I’m not there?

Alcohol

Alcohol
Barenaked Ladies
Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page

Alcohol, my permanent accessory
Alcohol, a party-time necessity
Alcohol, alternative to feeling like yourself
Oh alcohol, I still drink to your health

I love you more than I did the week before
I discovered alcohol

Forget the cafe latte, screw the raspberry iced tea
A Malibu and Coke for you, a G&T for me
Alcohol, your songs resolve like
my life never will
When someone else is picking up the bill
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I <3 Fake Steve Jobs

A while ago Jeff turned me on to Fake Steve Jobs, the satirical blogger pretending to be Steve Jobs. If you’re not reading him yet, you’re really missing out.

And FSJ isn’t just about humor. One of his posts today totally summed up the threat iTunes presents to the music industry in a very concise way. I hadn’t seen this described so simply before.

Fake Steve Jobs might not be the real Steve Jobs but he’s brilliant, whomever he is.

Kicking Things

Kicking Things
Baby Chaos

Head bangs the walls until it’s bleeding or you don’t recall the reason

When the season gets me down I feel like kicking things around

Tear out your hair until you have no feeling where it hurt you

When there’s no reason to be found I feel like kicking things around
I’m not going to cry ‘cause that’s for girls

I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore than you should take this
Use frustration scream the words at this sick nation

When the season gets me down I feel like kicking things around
I’m not going to cry save that for films