What do I say …
My mind’s like a blank lately. Which, I know, is especially weird for me. (cynical sarcasm alert!)
The hurricane’s partly responsible — I simply feel great empathy, or sympathy, rather, for the families, people, and souls who have to somehow put their lives back together within the next couple of months, amid still-formidable conditions.
But, regardless — I’m transfixed by the market, rising petrol prices, and dubious forecasts for gas use in the future. And just maybe, maybe, maybe maybe — someday the powers that be will realize that, you know, if a natural disaster can cause the price of the commodity we built our entire society upon to fluctuate wildly as it is now — perhaps it’s time to rethink that entire energy policy. (Banging head on desk.)
Anyway, let’s go through the ipod — which isn’t a cell phone yet, but could be someday.
And, finally — it’s of great relief to me to sort through all sorts of grunge songs from yesteryear after watching MTV’s Video Music Awards on Sunday. I’m no racist, but yeesh. I never felt so white in my life.
1. Red Hot Chili Peppers, Can’t Stop.
Without disclosing this song’s role in the early relationship between Ms. Faded Glory and me, let’s just say I have a lot of good memories. I will say it’s probably the best song on, IMHO, RHCP’s BA. But then, I think John Frusciante is the most integral part of this band. Some would say Flea. Some would say Kiedis. Some would say the drummer, Chad something. Let’s move on.
2. The White Stripes, There’s No Home For You Here.
I’ve been on kind of a Stripes kick lately. They’re admittedly the critical darling of 2003, rivaling 2005’s Kanye West, 1996’s Beck, and 1998’s Radiohead. But the problem I’ve got with the Stripes is that I have to be in the mood to listen to them. I can’t put myself in that mood, it just happens. And when it does, I just don’t know what to do with myself.
By the way, after my sojourn to Denver, I neglected to point out that Ms. Faded Glory met Jack White in a restaurant. Her most recent brush with greatness.
3. Tool, Eulogy.
If I was an asshole to any of you, anyone anywhere, between 1996-2000, it was because of this song. Seriously. And, I’m sorry.
4. Goo Goo Dolls, I Don’t Want to Know.
Reason Numero Uno that all Fleetwood Mac songs are actually only good when done by other bands.