She Heard Hit Me Baby One More Time.

Today I lost a bet.

It all started when a coworker asked what the song of the day should be. I, being the nostalgic person that I am and wondering what happened to those poppy '90s teen singers that danced through half of their music videos, said it should be "Baby One More Time."

Now how evil is that title? Makes you think the lyrics are "Baby, hit me one more time."

I hate you Britney. I hate that your lyrics are actually, "hit me baby one more time." I also hate your childlike innocence mixed with dark lipstick and tummy exposed school blouses. But what I really hate is that I'm lying and in fact, I am secretly a gay man and love Britney. I also love sequins (hey how 'bout that, I am a gay man).

Now I'm short a root beer. Fiddle sticks.

She heard gadgets were bought and concerts were happening.

Hey guys, how's it going?

I have some big updates for you all. First off, I used to use a little something called a Discman.

Haha, no I don't mean in the 90's, I mean I used one up until last Saturday. Old school you say?

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Darn tootin' I am.

But I noticed that as time wore on, my little discman required constant battery changes, carrying around of cds (NOTE: I buy cds), and wait, is that a scratch I see on my ORIGINAL COPY OF BABY, ONE MORE TIME?
Now, how could I let that happen to the short period of time Britney was wholesome and not a girl not yet a woman?

I could not.

So clearly it was time to amp up my bread and butter and trade it in for a Philly Cheesesteak.

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The Sansa 4gb mp3 player.

Alright fine, a Philly is more like an Ipod Touch and yes, I did decide in my brain that if this breaks and I lose the warranty (um, story of my life), I wouldn't be as sad because it didn't cost me my glass eye. But guys, I have portable music that doesn't weigh a baby chicken. Aren't you proud of me?

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Clearly that romance novel knows what it's talking about. Mmmmmmm, outdated sweaters . . .

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You should've seen that coming.

No, but really, I'm content with my little technological wonder. Maybe someday I'll be carrying around a Kindle? (baby steps, baby steps)


Now, I promised you all other updates so here they are (concert up-dates, that is):

315 Bowery
John Varvatos Store (or better known as the former CBGB) is doing their first Thursday of the month free concert.
Come at 8 pm. Bring everyone. Chill. You know the drill.

Milly Beau & Aunt Martha
The Living Room

154 Ludlow St
This Friday, 11 pm - 1:30 am. Kinda in love with Milly Beau's sound. Checking it out is a must.

Deerhoof with Father Murphy
158 Bleecker St
October 13th, 8 pm. Deerhoof live must be like having someone shake the poetry out of you. If that made no sense, then best you go.

Robbers on High Street
Cameo Gallery – Brooklyn, NY
93 North 6th Street
October 21st. Friendly reminder. I believe the time is TBA but come check back. Will be bringing many friends.


There's more of course, but those shows come a snag later, so for now, enjoy these and go buy yourself an outdated sweater to wear to these shows. I'll keep my eyes peeled for some snazzy Cosbian peeps.

That is all folks.

She heard Belle and Sebastian.

I describe two types of songs as nostalgic. One type include songs I've heard in my childhood/past. The other is songs that remind me of a past that wasn't mine. Those are songs that make me think of what my past would've been had I lived in an earlier time, ridden a bike, and fell in love for the first time.

Today I listened to just that song.

I'm A Cuckoo

I’m glad to see you
I had a funny dream
You were wearing funny shoes
You were going to a dance
You were dressed like a punk but you are too young
to remember

Glad to see you
I’m outside the house
I’m not thinking well today
I’ve got no energy
I’m glad that you are waiting with me
Tell me all about your day

Breaking off is misery
I see a wilderness for you and me
Punctuated by philosophy
And a wondering how things could’ve been

I’m happy for you
You’ve made it hard for me
I counted on your company
You are staying with your friends tonight
I’m feeling sorry for myself
I keep taking everything to be a sign

I’m happy for you
Now I know this hurt is poison
Too sharp to be bled
I’m sitting on my empty bed
On my empty bed
At night the fever grows it’s pounding pounding

I’d rather be in Tokyo
I’d rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku
There’s something wrong with me, I’m a cuckoo

Scary moment, lovin’ every moment
I was high from playing shows
We lost a singer to her clothes
My trouble raised its ugly head
I was revealed
And I was home in bed
I was a kid again

Jesus told me, go after every coin like it was the last in
the world
And protect the wayward child
But I’m a little lost sheep
I need my Bo Peep
I know I need My Shepherd here tonight

Breaking off is misery
I see a wilderness for you and me
Punctuated by philosophy
And a wondering how things could’ve been

I’d like to see you
But really I should stay away
And let you settle down
I’ve got no claims to your crown
I was the boss of you
And I loved you
You know I loved you
It’s all over now

I was there for you
When you were lonely
I was there when you were sad
I was there when you were bad
Now it’s my time of need
I’m thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side?

I’d rather be in Tokyo
I’d rather listen to Thin Lizzy-oh
Watch the Sunday gang in Harajuku
There’s something wrong with me, I’m a cuckoo

She heard a band that knows how to move their hands.

Ace of Base, The Sign

CLASSIC.