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June 10, 2005
I Got A Baton
So I finally got one of those chain-letter-meme-post-batons that zip around blogworld. I was getting a little miffed that no one's invited me yet. Thanks, Sooz!
1.) How much music on the hard drive? 1,302 files, 4.6 gigs. Though that's not really fair, because I deleted a whole bunch to make room for a game which it turns out my aged graphics card can't handle. To truly measure my nerdliness, it's worth pointing out that in preparation for the April road trip, I put my whole library on 70 CDs for the car -- what we affectionately refer to as "The Poor Man's iPod".
2.) What's the last CD you bought? (thinking...thinking...) It's been a hell of a long time. Probably the overproduced new(ish) Liz Phair one, which I don't believe I've even listened to all the way through.
3.) Song playing right now: Oh baby pleeeeeeeeeease.....give a little respeeeect...tooooooo meeeeeeeee! (Erasure)
4.) Five songs that I listen to a lot, or mean a lot to me: In no particular order:
"Corduroy", Pearl Jam. Trying to pick just one Pearl Jam song is a pointless exercise, but what can you do?
I don't want to take what you can give
I would rather starve than eat your bread
I would rather run but I can't walk
Guess I'll lie alone just like before
"Tonight, Tonight", Smashing Pumpkins. Love these lyrics:
We'll crucify the insincere tonight, tonight
We'll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight, tonight
We'll find a way to offer up the night tonight, tonight
The indescribable moments of your life tonight, tonight
The impossible is possible tonight, tonight
Believe in me as i believe in you, tonight
"Where The Streets Have No Name", U2. Seeing them do this song live a few years ago....wow.
The city's a flood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
"Fly", Moxy Fruvous. A heartbreaking song about love and loss.
And she held his hand to follow
And he held his breath, then let go
They crouched down low
Sat in the front row
Untied the rope so they could fly
Hold on tight
Let's get it just right
We'll take our last flight
You and I
"Ol '55", Tom Waits
And now the sun's coming up
I'm riding with Lady Luck
Freeway, cars and trucks
Stars beginning to fade
And I lead the parade
Just wishing I'd stayed a little longer
Oh, Lord, let me tell you that the feeling's getting stronger
And finally just for fun: "Rock Superstar", Cypress Hill. This would definitely be my walkup song if I were a baseball player.
Studio gangster, mack,
Sign the deal
Thinks he's gonna make a mil
But never will
'Til he crosses over
Still filling your head with fantasies
Come with me
Show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese
5. Where does the baton go next? Too bad most of my slacker friends have no web presence! I'll send it on to The Bunny, Bookdwarf, and you, the reader. Have at it.
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