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:: 1.22.2003 :: (listening to: Pulp: Hits)
There's this corner market in Santa Rosa that I drive by every
Wednesday. There's a million liquor stores in Sonoma County, but this one looks different from the rest. I don't know how to explain it, but it's exactly what I imagine corner stores on the East Coast to look like. Everytime I look up at that hand painted sign, I can pretend for a moment that I'm in Philadelphia, thankful that the snow has all melted. It's just got that kind of feel to it.
(6:18 PM) :: (link)
Then yesterday on the short drive over to my friend's barbecue, I heard it on the radio...AGAIN
twice in a row, like the DJ was doing us a favor. Halfway through the first time it aired, I
got tired of it. The second time it came on I decided that I never wanted to hear that song
again. In less than 48 hours I went from "Hmmm. Pretty good" to "oh my god turn off the radio."
Guess what? Yeah, they just played it twice in a row again. Talk about a marketing ploy, holy
Jesus. I'm taking it out of that mini-mix when I get home to ensure that my chances of hearing
it again are slim.
I *really* want my minidisc player back, the airwaves are driving me insane.
Quick notes:
I've spent all of Sunday morning/early afternoon recuperating from Saturday night/early morning.
Really, I think that the reason the weekend is two days long is to allow me sufficient time
to work off the grogginess associated with standing out in the freezing cold drinking waaaaay too much Pabst Blue
Ribbon and mystery beer from the mystery keg at the mystery party.
Last night we headed down by the BART tracks in North Oakland to find a party we only knew from
rumor, and the first thing we saw upon exiting the taxi was a heavily tattooed English punk being
support by two extremely skinny hipster girls as he fell onto some parked cars. He was so drunk
that he didn't know which way to walk down the street, so they had to lead him in the direction
of the party. He walked right in front all of the oncoming traffic and then flipped off all the
cars who honked at him as he clutched his bottle of Budweiser and staggered across the street,
spilling half its contents in the middle of the roadway.
But yeah, it was a pretty good party. I still can't really feel my toes though, it was frigid
cold out there.
I've heard a lot of good songs lately, and been re-infatuated with some old ones, so here's a
mini-mix to go along with the MP3 of the week. There's also a great new minimix up over at
thrown-askew that
you should check out. If that's not enough music for your week, and you're a
Soulseek user, go download the
bitchin' Best Of Wilco mix I made the other day. I even mastered all the tracks to get the levels
pretty much equal. My username is, of course, blackyellowblack. Viva la musica!
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