You may have assumed that I had run out of prolific thoughts after my first eight back in May, but you’d be wrong. Here:
1) I used to love watching MTV, but I’m now old enough where it’s really difficult to watch. It’s like trying to hold in a fart while you’re peeing. You can do it, but there’s discomfort.
2) I’m sorry to say my Corona boycott ended last weekend. I was put in a situation where people I didn’t know very well were buying me Coronas like it was Renee Zellweger’s bachelorette party. I rudely gave the first 2 Chesney-beers away and bought my own replacements, but by the third one it started getting ridiculous so I drank it. Okay? I flipping drank it. The stock market is down 6 billion points and my home is worth as much as Andre Rison’s after Lisa Left Eye Lopez burned it down before her untimely death. HearYa does not pay well. I saved myself $4. To make up for it I tomahawk-chopped someone’s Corona out of their hand on the way out of the bar. I apologize for the moment of weakness – the boycott is back on.
3) I wish the forthcoming album by Glasvegas was indie so I could write about it. Unfortunately, it’s being released on Columbia records so Woody and Oz will think less of me if I say I like it. Those of you out there who don’t have to deal with Woody – pick it up when it comes out this Christmas. It’s going to be 3 chords, accessible, and good.
4) Rufus Wainwright’s cover of “Chelsea Hotel No. 2” by Leonard Cohen is really, really ridiculously good. But, there’s a verse in there that might make some hetero guys slightly uncomfortable. The Chelsea has been made famous by stories of Sid Vicious stabbing his girlfriend to death in room 100 and Dylan Thomas recommending that a young boy with the last name of Zimmerman change his name to Bob Dylan. That’s before drinking himself to death on whiskey in a room there.
5) When I have my headphones in and there’s a sweet song playing, it seems like everything I do probably looks awesome to bystanders. This includes walking, subtle dance moves, stretching, etc. And my butt probably looks like Jean Claude Van Damme’s back when he was working out a lot.
Rufus Wainwright - Chelsea Hotel No. 2
Leonard Cohen - Chelsea Hotel No. 2
Glasvegas - “Geraldine” performed solo in a stairway via Pitchfork.
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First of all, I don’t care if you like music that’s on a major label. Second of all, it’s impossible not to like a band that sings with a Scottish accent (unless they were born and raised in Brooklyn). Thirdly, you fart when you pee? That’s just dangerous.
I love how there’s an ad for Tim McGraw cologne on here.
Yeah, I noticed that too. I think the tagline reads “Smell like you just dry humped Faith Hill” or something similar.
where is the rufus version from? killer!
That version is killer. Brendan, the version is from a movie about Leonard Cohen where a bunch of people did covers.
The Rufus version is from a documentary called “I’m Your Man” about Leonard Cohen. I highly recommend it. There’s several really good performances…probably deserves a post in itself at some point.
I heard Tim McGraw cologne smells like BBQ sauce and sweaty chest hair.
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