Ok, so here's the scoop straight outta your neighbours kitty litter. I went to a small concert at an undisclosed location this weekend in and undisclosed Canadian oil town. Why did I do this? Ever day I ask myself why I do the things I do and also why I don't do the things I don't do, of which there are plenty.
Alors, so the main reason I went was because the show was headlined by Tallest Man on Earth, who definitely is not as tall as the name suggests, it's just a little humour he put there to kick you in your ironically defenceless balls/box. It was the first time I've seen the young Kristian Matsson in the flesh and I was very impressed. He's truly a friendly character. I was content after the show my money went to a good cause, unlike that empty feeling you get when you donate to a worthless charity. Not to rag too hard on charities, but seriously, stop phoning my fucking house.
The opening band was a group I've never heard of until now, and thankfully I actually liked their music too. They call themselves The Nurses and are also definitely not what their name suggests. Although, maybe they used to work as nurses in a past career of even a past life? Dun dun daaa.
Any-who, the music was so tasteful I decided to buy their albums on vinyl and let me tell you, think before you buy! I don't own a working record player, what the hell am I doing buying vinyl?
Now I've been trying to buy a decent record player and like most shopping expeditions I lost site of my goal. I started with a price limit of $100 and after tons or turntable research I've discovered I need to spend $3000 to be satisfied. Simply because, after watching youtube videos, I now know I need not, one, but two turntables and a mixer so I can become the worlds greatest DJ.
What?! you say, DJ'n is lame and annoying.
No it is not I retort. It is the greatest thing to happen to vinyl and DJ Kentaro is the greatest thing to happen to DJ'n
Trust my new favourite driving song.
Bis später
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You get solisitations, in Canada, I thought it was just here in the USA, I live in a very rural erea in Southern New Mexico,87 miles to the Mexican Border, and I'm poor, but the solisitations come in on a daily basis, telephone, mail, internet,flyers, you name it, I don't have TV anymore, I got sick of the propaganda. thanks for posting, hope you don't mind my ranting.
ReplyDeleteYup, we definitely do. I normally like them, cause I love to toy with people on the phone, but today when I wrote this i was getting frustrated with 'em. We'll fall back in love soon enough.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your PO very much the picture with the article. Continues to refuel!!
ReplyDeleteWhat does PO stand for. Pictorial Optometry?
ReplyDeleteyeaaaa, i spent toooo long not reading your page. "striaght outta your neighbors kitty litter" this stuff is gold.
ReplyDeleteIf it was gold I would cash it in right now, but no. Instead I'm going to go find a dry spot under a bridge and build up a pile of leaves I can lay in to keep warm through the night. Then when... if I wake up I will go collect cans I can return for food money, not drug money like most other street dwellers, but food money.
ReplyDeleteFood money
For my addiction is wrapped in the necessity to eat.
I guess the broadest term for addiction is something we cant stop doing. Therefore we are all addicted to food, water, and sleep.
ReplyDeletePeople make me sick