An embarrassing tribute, really, outlining a day when I told that particular person to fuck off (I was high on something and he was giving me the lecture - apparently - I dunno really - the song details how I was supposed to meet him at the 7-11 later on that night when I called him up - wanting to clean myself up and lead the all-american life - I never showed up, obviously and he has ignored me since...). The song is funny, novelty-like, somewhat touching.
The second song was written by a folk-singer - sigh - and which also decided that I was a moody asshole type. Sigh.
Highly embarrassed by both offerings, to be honest.
The indie-band had my name pointedly crossed out in the thank you list of the cd.
So - what have you good people - asshole muse or not?
― doom-e, Tuesday, 10 June 2003 18:39 (twenty-two years ago)
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― stevie (stevie), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 18:45 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 18:48 (twenty-two years ago)
And, oh yeah, there's that whole "Cubs in Five" nonsense. Oh come on, you just KNOW that's a dig at me! ;)
― Baked Bean Teeth (Baked Bean Teeth), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 18:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 18:53 (twenty-two years ago)
― NA. (Nick A.), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 18:55 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nicole (Nicole), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 18:58 (twenty-two years ago)
― Baked Bean Teeth (Baked Bean Teeth), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:00 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:05 (twenty-two years ago)
― NA. (Nick A.), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:06 (twenty-two years ago)
― Aaron W (Aaron W), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:13 (twenty-two years ago)
― Mark (MarkR), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:16 (twenty-two years ago)
Apparently I did call him at three in the morning and pleaded with him to meet me at the 7-11. He came out and waited around for two hours before going home .... fuck, if this is googled, just got to say, man, I had no clue that I had called you and you should email me!!!!
The folk song was more embarrassing - you ever have the 'soulful' talk with someone? And than the person puts it too music? And then you go and see her play? And then she plays the song? A bitter song about basically how much she secretly loves/hates me and exposes all our painful secrets? Yeesh. That really sucked. But it was a good Prince/Nikki 'Purple Rain' feel about it.... being lapsed catholic, I enjoyed the pain and embarrassment of it all. And then walked out of the bar and never talked to her again.
― doom-e, Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:16 (twenty-two years ago)
― NA. (Nick A.), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:18 (twenty-two years ago)
― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sean Thomas (sgthomas), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:22 (twenty-two years ago)
...and we finally learn who Alanis' "You Oughta Know" is about. -- NA. (emmaa...) (webmail), June 10th, 2003 4:18 PM. (Nick A.) (later) (link)
-- NA. (emmaa...) (webmail), June 10th, 2003 4:18 PM. (Nick A.) (later) (link)
― Jon Williams (ex machina), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― Douglas (Douglas), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:32 (twenty-two years ago)
― Jerry (Jerry), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:37 (twenty-two years ago)
I have had two experiences similar to doom-e's at poetry readings, which were even worse for all concerned because in that situation there is but the faintest pretense that any non-involved party will actually get any pleasure or enlightenment out of listening to the results. Again, patheticness rampant.
― Lee G (Lee G), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― doom-e, Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:43 (twenty-two years ago)
― doom-e, Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:44 (twenty-two years ago)
― nabisco (nabisco), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 19:52 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 20:37 (twenty-two years ago)
Handel was just a no-bit ass-licker anyway.
― Jerry (Jerry), Tuesday, 10 June 2003 21:05 (twenty-two years ago)
Artist: Queen Title: Death On Two Legs(Dedicated to...) Album: A Night At The Opera
You suck my blood like a leech, you break the law and you preachScrew my brain till it hurts, you've taken all my money And you want more...Misguided old mule with your pig headed rulesWith your narrow minded cronies, who are fools of the first division
Death on two legs, you're tearing me apartDeath on two legs, you've never had a heart of your own
Kill joy, bad guy, big talking, small fryYou're just an old barrow boy have you found a new toy to replace me? Can you face me?But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good, are you satisfied? Do you feel like, suicide?(I think you should)Is your conscience all right Does it plague you at night? Do you feel good feel good?
You talk like a big business tycoon, you're just a hot air balloonSo no-one gives you a damn, you're just an overgrown schoolboy Let me tan your hide A dog with disease, you're the king of the 'sleaze'Put your money where your mouth is, mister know-all Was the fin on your back part of the deal? (Shark)
Death on two legs, you're tearing me apart Death on two legs, You've never had a heart (you never did)of your own (Right from the start) Insane you should be put inside You're a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of prideShould be made unemployed, then make yourself null and voidMake me feel good I feel good
― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 01:55 (twenty-two years ago)
― di smith (lucylurex), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 01:59 (twenty-two years ago)
― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 02:06 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 03:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 03:03 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 03:06 (twenty-two years ago)
― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 03:08 (twenty-two years ago)
i sat through five months of them rehearsing this song every night in the basement (even sometimes singing along) until i clued in. how dense am i?
― fields of salmon (fieldsofsalmon), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 04:27 (twenty-two years ago)
― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 04:37 (twenty-two years ago)
A long-forgotten Albany hardcore band called Spitpope wrote a song about me saying I had a habit of waylaying cute punk rock boys and sucking their toes. (This may or may not have been true.) And then another long-forgotten Albany band who thought they were the Replacements wrote a song called "Too Young" after finding out that I was only 16. The guitarist from the Creatures of the Golden Dawn told me he'd written songs about me, but I'm not sure that they ever made it to disc because that band had a bad habit of all the other members that were not Mark Smith quitting and going off and starting their own band.
It's been a while since anyone wrote a song about me. And that makes me sad. It's about time, considering all the bloody songs I've written about idiot boys that didn't deserve it... Grrrr.
I am under the impression that the Kinks wrote a song about my mother and the ducks (actually they were loons but what does Ray Davies know?) in her kitchen, but she may have been fibbing about that...
― kate (kate), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 08:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― dave q, Wednesday, 11 June 2003 08:38 (twenty-two years ago)
― kate (kate), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 08:40 (twenty-two years ago)
― suzy (suzy), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 09:58 (twenty-two years ago)
― kate (kate), Wednesday, 11 June 2003 10:03 (twenty-two years ago)