Oasis of Comfort!

"I never knew my toilet cold be an oasis of comfort.."

"A pretty remarkable toilet seat!"

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You Got No Time for the Messenger

I've never consciously listened to Spoon before, for whatever reason. But holy shit what a song! Extraordinarily uplifting! You got no fear of the underdog, that's why you will not survive." Greatest line in rock since the Feebs' "Now that they've got their hands on you, do you think there's anything they wouldn't do" from "Rock is Dumb." It's got a touch of Thin Lizzy. And well-recorded handclaps!

Harry Blogger and the Deftly-Marketed Pt. 2

Sometime amidst the gaggle of muggles and possible nargles at Borders at midnight, the color Silver was called and Urn picked up her copy of "...The Deathly Hallows."

We got there around 9:30pm, and I immediately made a bee-line for the record department. Unfortunately, Potter-related activities were taking place (a spelling bee and of course the Great Snape Debate). So it was a bit loud and there were the local gentry in the aisles, like this guy I spotted near the True Crime section:

Also, the store record dept. has the most horrendously bright spot-lighting which left me itchy and dripping cherry-sized beads of sweat on a Buffy Saint-Marie anthology.

So while I imagined a midnight browse through a book store would be blessed, I soon found myself muttering at all the young jackanapes, battery-powered wands twinkling, whizzing past me by the Pop/Rock Music Bio shelves.

Oh well. Still, it was a literary event, and that was enough for me. A few minutes before midnight, the store employees rolled out the unopened boxes of the book.

Some mild hooting and wooing followed, but the customers emitted only a low-level of vocal enthusiasm. So Urn's reading the book now (last night read from 12:30am-4:00am, then 9:30am-1:30pm, and now from 9:30pm until she finishes or falls asleep).

I mean, it's not like she can leave the house again before she finishes it -- some ill-mannered Deatheater or uncultured muggle might spoil the ending for her!

To all Harry Potter fans, enjoy!

Harry Blogger and the Deftly-Marketed Pt. 1

So tonight I'm going down to Borders for the release of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." Not on my own! Jesus Christ, no! Going with Urn and Turv, the true fans. Should be quite an event. Like Halloween, I suspect, absent a certain nostalgia. Mostly, I'm excited about being at a bookstore at midnight. Especially a bookstore with a record section. Mmmm.

We saw the 5th movie twice last week. It was good. I joked that I was anticipating the x-rated rip-off, "Hairy Twatter and the Odor of the Penis." Well, it was funny the first time I said. Maybe it was the way I said it. Uh, yeah.

Well, a few more cups of coffee and off we go... dominus vobiscum! Or some such spell!

Elevator to Space

Holy shit! Have you ever heard about this? I guess the idea's been around since the 60s, but somehow I've never come across, nor even considered it. But I love it! Let's do it, America! Here's more!

Junkie

Mackenzie Philips on the Jackson Variety Show (1977). She and the 5 sing "Junk Food Junkie". Hmm. Remember this song? I do. Maybe life wasn't better back then, but things were.

Left is Right and I Love You

A song with signs from The Electric Company. You can really hear the New York when the kids sing "All."

Let's Learn About Seven

Sesame Street's "The Alligator King." It's how I learned about seven.

Follow These Blogs

The Feeb has launched his new blog Follow the Sound. The Feeb loves music the way you should if you could. And maybe you do, or you will. It's the best music blog ever.

For more right-on essaying on music (and so much more), you must read MOoT's A Man Out of Time. Marcus, Meltzer, MOoT... the finest in contemporary music journalism!

Walking

The classic animated film by the late Ryan Larkin. I was watching a documentary about him this morning called "Alter Egos" on community television. I'd seen it a few years ago, and just chanced on it today. Public access is the best/worst thing on TV. Anyhow, I learned that Larkin died this past St. Valentine's Day. His story is worth researching: the artist turns to cocaine, turns his back on the industry, ends of panhandling in Toronto for years, and is then rediscovered. Oh, and dies. As far as animation goes, one could not unreasonable consider him a genius. Watch!