This marvelous individual has left the vicinity.
Now how will I know when to go the bar?
I am lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I am empty and aching and I know exactly why
Counting the scotches I drank after midnight
We are all gone, to look for an aspirin
All gone, to look for an aspirin
UPDATE: Lest anyone decide I've gone poet, the foregoing is based on this.
Posted by FLOG at September 27, 2005 2:04 AMI must confess that I love that song. The Paul Simon one, that is.
Posted by: Timothy at September 27, 2005 8:46 PMIt's not a bad song.
Posted by: FLOG at September 27, 2005 8:49 PMConfess? That's a fucking great song.
Posted by: Kenny at September 27, 2005 9:22 PMWell, after the shit I took for copping to a Fleetwood Mac love, I am nervous to reveal my musical tastes to FLOG.
I will say, however, that in high school I performed "April, Come She Will" as part of our Show Choir bonanza at the end of the year.
Posted by: Timothy at September 27, 2005 10:10 PMDude, if you can't discern what sets Paul Simon apart from Fleetwood Mac we are years from a mutual understanding of music.
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Yeah, I can see why you're nervous.
Posted by: FLOG at September 27, 2005 10:40 PMOh, I can discern what sets Paul Simon apart from Fleetwood Mac just fine.
The former is a genius song writer who put together some of the greatest folk music of the 60s and 70s. Even his later, post-Garfunkel career is largely excellent. There are a couple of tunes that are good but I can't stand, like "El Condor Pasa" and "Scarbourough Fair", but over all it's difficult to find a bad tune in the bunch. Incidentally, Garden State has the best use of "Only Living Boy In New York" ever.
The latter, on the other hand, is a largely mediocre 70s rock band full of formerly married alcoholics. I enjoy their music, but it's more entertaining than particularly original, and sort of puts itself squarely in the "adult contemporary" category that's safe to play in public.
Posted by: Timothy at September 28, 2005 9:03 AMThe thing is, I think your musical preferences may be, in large part, determined by some sort of incomprehensible voodoo witchcraft. A dark magic that will cause no end of social shunning when my own preferences are brought into its harsh, evil domain.
Posted by: Timothy at September 28, 2005 9:05 AMHmmm ... Garden State.
Don't stop thinking about tomorrow guys.
Posted by: Kenny at September 28, 2005 1:23 PMTim, I think you finally have me figured out. Nice work.
Posted by: FLOG at September 28, 2005 1:27 PMI do what I can.
Posted by: Timothy at September 28, 2005 2:34 PM