i absolutely agree with #1. one of my favorite movies paired with one of my favorite songs. if you don’t listen to the replacements, yesterday was the time to start. go downloa— er— legally purchase Let It Be right now.
side note: Can’t Hardly Wait isn’t actually on that album but if you don’t know the replacements, Let It Be is the place to start.
Every time I go to the mall at Century City, I make it a point to park in those pink “Expectant Mother” spaces.
Fuck that ridiculous policy — fuck any stupid rule enacted by pant-suit wearing corporate trolls, enforced by mouth-breathing mall cops, and obeyed by mini-van driving stepford wives.
If I’m lucky, on my short walk to the escalator I’ll catch a sneer from some cunty nag with a double-wide stroller. Nothing makes me happier than beaming back a curled-up smile that says, “No, I’m not the least bit expectant, and fuck you for asking.”
But today — oh, my — today was delicious. As I hopped out of my car, an angry soccer mom waddled over. She wagged a chubby little finger at me and yelled out, “That spot is for pregnant women only!”
Without missing a beat, I shot back, “My abortion isn’t until this weekend, so fuck off.”
Tom Waits (on Jim Wilson): “Wilson, he’s always playing with time. I heard a recording recently of crickets slowed way down. It sounds like a choir, it sounds like angel music. Something sparkling, celestial with full harmony and bass parts - you wouldn’t believe it. It’s like a sweeping chorus of heaven, and it’s just slowed down, they didn’t manipulate the tape at all. So I think when Wilson slows people down, it gives you a chance to watch them moving through space. And there’s something to be said for slowing down the world.”
Source: “Woyzeck to run at Freud Playhouse”. Daily Bruin (USA), by Andrew Lee. December 3, 2002
i love love love taking the subway everyday, even despite those fucking awful “showtime!” kids and the weird, smelly people. the thought of having to drive everywhere (to work, to the grocery store, to school, to dinner with friends, to drunk brunch, to the dog park, etc.) is just so depressing and isolating. not to mention how shitty i’d feel about my carbon footprint every time i started the engine. riding the subway is blocked out “me time” everyday, something a lot of people don’t even realize they need to stay sane. i can read, write, daydream, make to-do lists (yay productivity!), all while listening to music and learning a thing or two about how to live with other people. even if everyone on my train in the morning is a total crackhead wearing leggings as scarves and whistling the barney song, it’s human interaction and hey, it makes for a good story to tell at drunk brunch.