Earworms yesterday, today, tomorrow?

Yesterday - Woke up, immediately my head started playing Squeeze. First it was “Up The Junction” then it switched to “Cool For Cats”.
Today it took a few minutes but then Neicey Williams’ “That’s What Friends Are For” emerged from the stress pool.
Tomorrow who knows? The brain is a wild and weird thing....

Been there, done that

Another meme in honour of Mr. Patel who has left the shire
Have you:
(X) Smoked a joint
(X) Done cocaine
(X) Been in love
(X)Had a threesome
(X) Been dumped
(X) Shoplifted (not since I was 15)
(X) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back
(X) Been arrested
(X) Made out with a stranger
(X) Gone on a blind date
( ) Had a crush on a teacher
(X) Been to Europe
(X) Been to Canada
( ) Been to Mexico
(X) Seen someone die
(X) Thrown up in a bar
(X) Met a celebrity (Bonnie Raitt, Philip Glass, Allen Ginsberg, Anthony Keides, The Chili Peppers & The Romantics came to one of our shows, Patti Smith, Ziggy Marley, Robert Thurman, Ram Dass, The Pogues minus Shane McGowan, The Dead Milkmen, Mojo Nixon, Micheal Davis, Dee Dee Ramone, some dumbass famous comedian -he was a jerk, Lex Hixon, HH the Dalai Lama, Rinchen Norbu, The guy who was pictured on the cover of Time in the 60’s at the door of the Cornell administration bldg. with a big gun and a bandelero - he’s actually a very nice man, David Mann, Tragic Mulattos - they crashed at my house, Babes in Toyland - we opened for them in like 89 or so- they were obnoxious, Dave Yow (sp?) & the Jesus Lizard -we opened for them back in the day as well, Iggy Pop - supposedly he hit on me at a party and I called him a very dirty word but I have no memory of it, Paula Cole, possibly Courtney Love but everyone remembers it differently, exchanged several emails with Frank Olinsky, Francesco Clemente, John Sinclair, Ron & Scott Asheton, Lyle Tuttle, Leo Zulueta & lots of other famous tattoo artists, probably a few more but the old memory is not all it should be.
(X) Met someone from the internet in person (Nige this whole thing is for you)
(X) Been moshing at a concert
(X) Gone backstage at a concert
(X) Lain outside on the grass and watched cloud formations go by
(X) Made a snow angel
(X) Flown a kite
(X) Cheated while playing a game (when I was a little kid, not in the past 30 years)
(X) Been lonely
(X) Fallen asleep at work
(X) Fallen asleep at school
(X) Used a fake ID
(X) Been kicked out of a bar (I was banned from The Old Town at 12 for being too drunk and destroying the piano by dropping a singapore sling in it’s guts, what can I say it was the 70’s)
( ) Felt an earthquake
(X) Touched a snake
(X) Slept beneath the stars
(X) Been robbed
( ) Won a contest
(X) Run a red light
(X) Been suspended from school
( ) Had braces
(X) Felt like an outcast
() Eaten a pint of ice cream in one night
(X) Had De Ja Vu
( ) Stolen a car
(X) Totaled a car
(X) Hated the way you look
(X) Witnessed a crime
(X) Been to a strip club
( ) Been to the opposite side of the world
(X) Swam in the ocean
(X) Felt like dieing
(X) Cried yourself to sleep
(X) Sung Karaoke (what a fun game, I win)
( ) Paid for a meal with only coins
(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't
(X) Made prank phone calls (again no more recently than 30 years ago)
(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
(X) Been kissed under the mistletoe
(X) Had a bonfire on the beach
(X) Crashed a party
( ) Seen a tornado
(X) Had a wish come true
( ) Gone bungee jumping
(X) Screamed in public
(X) Told a complete stranger you loved them (It was Mojo Nixon, I was drunk, I licked him as well)
(X) Had a one night stand
(X) Kissed a mirror
(X) Had a dream that you married someone
( ) Gotten your fingers stuck together with super glue
( ) Been a cheerleader
(X) Sat on a rooftop
(X) Talked on the phone for six hours straight
(X) Not taken a shower for three days
(X) Made contact with a ghost while playing with a Ouija board
( ) Had more than thirty pairs of shoes at at time
( ) Gone streaking
(X) Gone skinny dipping
(X) Been pushed into a pool/lake with all your clothes on
(X) Had sex in a semi-public place
(X) Been kissed by a complete stranger
(X) Broken a bone
(X) Caught a butterfly
( ) Mooned/flashed someone
(X) Had someone moon/flash you
( ) Cheated on a test
(X) Forgotten someone's name
(X) Slept naked

Scrofulous Humours

Well-
Uncle Bunny is back in the hospital
Little ghee ended up at the vet with fever
I’m in bed waiting for gross things to come spewing out of my stomach

I get just tired of labs and offices and waiting rooms.
Pills and doses and needles.
I’m tired of bed
sick of tired
Waiting waiting waiting

Meswak vs. Neem

I get my toothpaste at the Indian foods store. Why? Because I can’t bear the taste of regular toothpaste, it makes me gag.
I used to get Vicco when I was young, strong and thought that if food didn’t make you tear up it wasn’t hot enough. But Vicco is the Ayurvedic, intensely herbal, completely bizarre toothpaste from heck and I can’t handle it anymore.
So now I alternate between Neem and Meswak.
Neem is nice although they changed the formulae a few years ago and it now more closely resembles an American paste. Too bad as it used to be really awesome and unique.
So I tried Meswak. But it has that anise/fennel under taste. I hate licourice or anything resembling it. The only exception being that small amount of fennel in Italian sausage. But my gums like Meswak.

So the only strategy left is to alternate the reasons I’m gagging everyday.

If you have a recommendation feel free. But leave off Waleda pink, any Tom’s product or most American brands that I’m likely to have already tried. As well as salt, vinegar or baking soda.

Bros before - - well you know

OMG I adore this pic. Young master Oliver Blades and his bro Greenman hangin' out while their Dad did sound at one of major A2 festivals of the day.

Drinkin’ a pina colada at Trader Vic’s

Ok this had to be said. But you white boys in this sideburn/chops fest that has been going on for 10 years or so, just get over it. You know what it makes me think of? It makes me think of the young 19th century foppish sons of the ruling class who had little responsibility, way to much time on their hands, and a burning knowledge of their manifest destiny and their eventual rise to ruler ship by dint of their class.

It makes me think of Quentin Collins. If you don’t know he was a fictional character but he was a greasy, smarmy, craven, aristocrat who got his just desserts by being turned into a rotten not cool, werewolf.

And those alleged beards. Soul patches and those long, skinny ones with braids and/or bands? Guk.

To me it’s like someone with a big tattoo on their face or neck asking me to trust them with something important. Unless I know you SO well that it’s absolutely apparent that that is pretty much one of your only lapses in judgment I’m gonna assume you have pretty bad judgment or are pretty immature and untested.

Aww dude

Not the big ol’ bumshot.
Oh yeah, right in the flabby tookus. But in the interest of attempting to avoid hospitalization I took it like a man.
Well - like a hyperventilating, queasy man.
So almost everyone in the family has had one this week. Partay.

2nd am earworm of the day

after going back to sleep and waking up because the Dr. called back at 7:45 to schedule me in -
Orgasm Addict - it’s the Buzzcocks isn’t it?

Pick up the Reeses Pieces

So basically what you’re telling me is that under this administration we have all turned into either an O. Henry story, (The Cop and the Anthem, The Gift of the Magi etc.) A Borax song (She sold her body and he sold his pants - for 50 lousy cents, It’s a miserable life) or a Thom Jones story (vietnam vets with PTSD). Oh yeah or some kind of Steinbeck novel (not the funny ones).
Swell. How fucking quaint and erudite are we gonna get?

6am earworm : Acid Queen - The Who version with the Tina Turner visuals. Perhaps not so odd or unusual, I’ve had fever for what, 6 days now?

It never rains but it snows

Bah, bad week and not just for me. My piano teacher has a big wrist issue. My friend Nige is fleeing the state because our economy is one of the worst. I have been sick as a dog. There’s more with more people and more issues but that’s what pops in my head right off the bat.

Did you know it costs over 80 bucks for half a stupid computer charging replacement cord?
Did you know my super drugs cost 60 dollars?
Did you know that trying to take the bus to school on a Saturday takes 2 and a quarter hours?
Did you know that it’s cold and depressingly wintery in MI right now?

Today is the kittens first vet appt. Man they are going to be pissed when we get home. They’ll have had rabies and distemper shots and I’m sure they won’t really enjoy that. I’m sure I won’t either. It ‘ll be pure joy for Oliver putting up with all the grouchy leos in da house tonight.

Evil earworm from hell

I thought “oh this sucks” but I won’t have to admit to it because I don’t even know it’s name. Then I realized “oh crap I totally do know it’s name and about a third of the lyrics as well.”
Bah how annoying.
Unadulterated unvarnished earworm truth-
Stranded At The Drive-in - Grease soundtrack

The new morning ritual

I wake up. The cats mill about either harassing each other, harassing me or laying around on top of us. I smoke while they sort themselves out. Then I shove everyone over and crawl out of bed. Hit the bathroom and they always push the door open just to check up on me and maybe fight at my feet a bit. Then it’s time for the hoopla and huzzah, breakfast for kittens! As they go shooting down the stairs in that hoppy, tiny cat fashion I’m watching my feet until they go shooting ahead of me nipping each others bums. On to the kitchen for their breakfast treat. They get a quarter can each of this foo-foo lobster, shrimp and chicken goo. They circle, rowr, wurble and chirp until it’s dished up and then fall to as if they’d been starved for days.
That’s my opportunity to get the kettle on and the bread sliced. By the time I’m settled with my tea and toast they’re wandering back to the living room, ready to play a bit, get their fat bellies rubbed and then pass out all snugged up together for awhile.

It’s an earworm miracle!

Prophecy - Remy Zero

One that’s less than twenty years old! But there it was, all loud, insistent and definite the moment I woke up and before any outside media taint occurred. I’m so very un-moderne I had to go look up the name on the disc I knew it was on.

I had made a disc of nineties music that I actually like. Folks like the Eels, The Bomboras, Cibbo Matto. Rufus Wainright, Geggy Tah. Stuff that it’s somewhat miraculous that I was exposed to much less liked. Due to the fact that I never listen to commercial radio and don’t watch videos any more I generally have no idea what goes on in modern music other than what I don’t like because it’s cheap, awful and ubiquitous. I spend most of my time running 20 to 500 years behind. There have been exceptions when I felt like I was on the very most cutting edge, like from 1977 to 1982 and then again from 1988 to 1993 but that’s about it. I usually wait around for the cream to rise for 5 or 20 years. If my friends still like a thing all that time later I then give it some serious consideration. Oliver turned me on to all the girl group stuff I like from that era like Cakelike, Le Tigre and The Donnas.

But a really good example of where I tend to be trend wise is that I’m very excited right now about Erik Satie and over the moon about Chopin nocturnes. I’m well in the midst of exploring Bach and the newest thing I’ve discovered is Bettye Lavette.

Wah....

Very strange and inauspicious start to my longest, hardest school day of the week.
Woke up sobbing. Had a very bad dream. Never had that crying thing occur before though. No details here as I don’t need the people I don’t like analyzing me through that. But it sure generated a plethora of earworms.
Woke Up Laughing - The Selector
Reasons - Earth, Wind and Fire
Mercy Seat - Nick Cave
There were a couple others but the activity already engaged in has either polluted them or pushed them back into the recesses. Woke Up Laughing is the strongest/loudest one. The EWF was something I was actually singing at one point in the dream.

It’s nice to find kittens snuggling you at a time like that. Especially the Naan-ster, it turns out my instincts about him were right, he is a very sweet, loving and dreadfully beautiful boy.