August 18, 2008

Literally, it is a new day. 12:09 AM. I've got a few names to remember: Evyind Kang, Naked City, the Wipers, NoMeansNo, Secret Chiefs 3, Ron Sexsmith, Dog Fashion Disco. 12:31 AM. Too much music.

- Later -

Five and one-half hours gone, ten and one-half hours to go. Holy fuck crap.
Got through most of "From Here To Eternity" and the first disc of Stiff Little Fingers' "All the Best". Too good for mere words. Every song on there is quality. 'Wasted Life' is probably my favorite song on there. 'Fire Coal Man' would be a good one to do on a solo gig, but 'Tin Soldiers' or 'Suspect Device' I definitely want to play with a group. I need to remember to call Adam tomorrow, amongst a myriad of other things. Drop off my substitute teaching stuff, go to Borders and look through music magazines, and not to be forgotten, go through the most recent Writer's Market. I've got to find some journals or magazines interested in my stuff, what stuff I have.
Speaking of stuff, I had a neat idea today: Thirty years of Black Flag and Fear. Mostly Black Flag. A piece portraying them as modern-day pirates would be damn interesting - to see how they worked in the 70s and 80s, how they would work today, and their legacy. Use the 'yo-ho, yo-ho' line from the old pirates' song as an opener. Black Flag: they came, they saw, they conquered, they faded away.

I'm curious if this obsession with staying fit is a part of the world's being faster, in general. I've noticed lots of girls running lately. Lots of smooth-legged, big-bosomed girls. But that's besides the point. My sexual purclivities are not the matter here. The last two years or so has seen an increase of fitness nuts. Kids are running everywhere all the time. Nine o'clock in the morning, kids are running. Three o'clock in the afternoon, kids are running. Eleven o'clock in the evening, kids are running. Three o'clock in the morning, kids are running. The naked intuition would say these people will lead long, healthy lives. My gut tells me they'll be dead before they're 40. Or have some sort cancer. I'm not wishing them ill will - heaven's no. I'm only speculating.

It also seems, to my little eye, that smoking is wildly popular again. If one is female, in college, blonde, and in a sorority, they are a smoker. Not because it relieves stress, but because it's cool. These girls look like aliens with their giant sunglasses and cancer sticks stuck in their faces. Bros have tribal tattoos and backward baseball caps and cut-off shirts. They listen to Shinedown and Hinder. They hear 'All Summer Long' by Kid Rock and think it's a "sweet jam". What a bunch of cock-sucks. Anyway...