"Daaaahling, kiss kiss, you MUST introduce me to your new friend. Did I ever tell you painted in Amster-dahm? Stedelijk is the NEW Paris, you know..."
Anyway, Travis IMs me with some girl named Lederhosen Lucil, and I have been listening to her MP3s. She reminds me a lot of the early B-52s, and I think I like her style. A little new wave, a little lounge, and very German girl eclectic. He also linked me to "The Planet Smashers," a kind of ska band (NB: punk has its roots in ska, which is related musically to reggae with tempo on the upbeat). I need new music, because I "go through" music pretty quickly, only visiting the past once in a while once I have left it behind. "Oh, Siouxsie and the Banshees... I remember them... Nothing or no-one will ever make me let you down...Kiss them for me...I may be delayed..."
"ROSE, dahhling, how do you stay so THIN? I must have the number for your spa, you look absolutely gorgeous and I love you and your new look, it's like the freshest milk... MWAH!"
My music tastes cater into the techno-industrial-goth-punk end of the "spectrum," as it were, which isn't for everyone. In fact, even when I was a kid, I listened to weird stuff no one else "got" like some of the bands that would make it to Dr. Demento, a.k.a., "Novelty Bands." Barnes and Barnes was a good example. Some of the albums you could only get by direct mail-order, which got me on a mailing list with questionable material like "Mellow Mail," which I got some of my first gag tee-shirts. They also sold bongs for a while, with descriptions of, "It looks like a lighter, but slide this here and here, and fill the mesh screen bowl with your favorite smoking matter..." Favorite smoking matter. But I digress. Most of my old albums are on cassette tape, because they took up less room than record albums, although their performance degraded with time. Thank God for CDs and mp3/ogg collections.
"Tell the Asian deejay he's more hip than a Russian gun holster, I mean SERiously... his style is like a breath of fresh cold air tinted with the heartbeat of a giant hummingbird, and his knitted cap and dyed Fu Man Chu braid is just aDORable... if I didn't have to sit on this stool and finish my $40 beer, I would be dancing like a rock star on crack AND heroin. Just listen to me, I am so BAD...!"
God, that guy is annoying.
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