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Built To Spill - "Distopian Dream Girl" - There's Nothing Wrong With Love
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Inspired by . . . well, a trip to my old station.
So, some may know that I was in Seattle over the past weekend. I didn't have internet access, and in the week leading up to my road trip, well, I's busy. Anyway, I've exhausted all my knowledge of the so-called "world wide web" and completely resolved the "server" issue (fingers crossed, in case we die). It's fucking cold out, I've got my second cup of tea for the evening and a tummy full of buttered toast . . .
So it resumes, crew of the 10,000 Ghost Mystery Machine.
I think I count four guitars during the intro, but it doesn't seem overwhelming like lots of guitar rock. A little jangly, or out of sorts, maybe apathetic . . .
Christ on a cracker. Those are not the descriptors I'm looking for. It'll come to me.
Onward...
Without me, there's nothing
I'm the only thing that dies
If it came down to your life or mine
I would do the stupid thing
And let you keep on living
Okay, set aside the super cool sound of the song, and lend ears to the chorus.
I took a Sociobiology course in my extensive studies at the degree factory on Lake Washington better known to most as the University of Washington. According to my professor, a Dr. Sievert Rowher, and my TA, Daaaan (I always said his name as though I was a stoner reading a fast food menu*), people sacrificing themselves so that another can live, from a strict sociobiological viewpoint is one of the stupidest acts that can be performed. Remember that Friends episode where Phoebe was trying to figure out if there was such thing as a truly selfless act? Well, I think that giving your life so that another may live might be up there. But it's fucking stupid.
Oh, but how romantic! I'm going to steal this quote at some point and see if it belongs in my forthcoming book, Things to Say That Increase Your Chances of Getting Laid. It's only for men though. Women, you have the power to get the sex whenever you want. I'll probably take out the "stupid" part though. As long as it still rhymes, I think I'll win. Here, "win" should be read as "get my dick wet" (substitute the parlance of your time folks of the future).
Okay, so I'm drinking black tea a lot now. Red Rose is cheap, you get 100 bags per box (I hesitate to think how the tea leaves are harvested and processed, or, rather, who is doing those tasks and what their working conditions/wages are like), and let us not forget the ceramic Noah's ark animal in each box. I got a cock in this one. It compliments the Cocklamp quite nicely. Oh, and there's less sugar than soda, so there's a bonus for my enamel.
Point being, I reccommend a lot of tea or coffee ingestion, then listen to this song (or album if you own it).
HAPHAZARD.
That's the word I'm looking for. More on this in a moment.
The tea! Oh, the tea! It's a relatively new experience to me, having caffeine sans sugar (from the Sanskrit sukkar, I did not know this). I've always always always been a Coke drinker, substituting Mountain Dew when the restaurant or eatery has Pepsi products. I like energy drinks, they taste yummy. My coffee drinks are iced and have syrups and milk overloading the bitter flavor. I used to watch Murder, She Wrote and Matlock with my grandparents when I was really young. They'd always offer me tea, but I had to put cream and sugar like crazy in it to make it palatable. So there's this whole new world of feeling what caffeine does for me alone. It's kinda cool, you know, for a drug.
Lots of caffeine little sugar. Do it, the song will wait.
Time for a call back. The intro guitars seem to be haphazardly thrown together, hastily arranged. But the herky-jerky-osity, a BTS trademark, man, isn't it cool? Okay, haphazardly, hastily, herky-jerky . . . does anyone have a thesaurus with more than just the H's?
Point being, it also tightens up the chorus that much more, the guitars go from a mess of sorts to a steady forceful hammer, driving the chorus home that much harder. The music of the chorus is truly a power stroke, driving the lyrical nail home.
Little in the way of pontificating, even the pompous side of me takes a vacation. Stay tuned, I've started receiving requests and advice on what to do next, I've only watched about four hours of non-competitive sport TV in the last week and I'm reading again. If I start regaining intelligence, fret not, I'll just stab my brain with a Q-Tip. I'll sacrifice my smart self for the good of the people who enjoy reading my stupid self. Tell your friends about the site, since it's running again, oh, and if you google "hoffie," this page comes up fifth! Somebody's egosearching!
Remember to email me suggestions, compliments or criticism: vicstarsky [at] gmail dot com. I only say criticism because it belongs with the compliments request, but I pollute when it comes to criticism.
For those wondering what the fuck that meant, here's the SAT question my mind ran through:
don't pollute : give a hoot :: pollute : don't give a hoot
To quote the great Ben Wilson, "Where am I?"
Love,
Hoffie
* - I saw Dan a couple years after taking that class, and said what's up. He didn't recognize me, so I said it again, What's up, Daaaan? He remembered me right away, priceless facial expression included. I loved torturing TAs.
Inspired by . . . well, a trip to my old station.
So, some may know that I was in Seattle over the past weekend. I didn't have internet access, and in the week leading up to my road trip, well, I's busy. Anyway, I've exhausted all my knowledge of the so-called "world wide web" and completely resolved the "server" issue (fingers crossed, in case we die). It's fucking cold out, I've got my second cup of tea for the evening and a tummy full of buttered toast . . .
So it resumes, crew of the 10,000 Ghost Mystery Machine.
I think I count four guitars during the intro, but it doesn't seem overwhelming like lots of guitar rock. A little jangly, or out of sorts, maybe apathetic . . .
Christ on a cracker. Those are not the descriptors I'm looking for. It'll come to me.
Onward...
Without me, there's nothing
I'm the only thing that dies
If it came down to your life or mine
I would do the stupid thing
And let you keep on living
Okay, set aside the super cool sound of the song, and lend ears to the chorus.
I took a Sociobiology course in my extensive studies at the degree factory on Lake Washington better known to most as the University of Washington. According to my professor, a Dr. Sievert Rowher, and my TA, Daaaan (I always said his name as though I was a stoner reading a fast food menu*), people sacrificing themselves so that another can live, from a strict sociobiological viewpoint is one of the stupidest acts that can be performed. Remember that Friends episode where Phoebe was trying to figure out if there was such thing as a truly selfless act? Well, I think that giving your life so that another may live might be up there. But it's fucking stupid.
Oh, but how romantic! I'm going to steal this quote at some point and see if it belongs in my forthcoming book, Things to Say That Increase Your Chances of Getting Laid. It's only for men though. Women, you have the power to get the sex whenever you want. I'll probably take out the "stupid" part though. As long as it still rhymes, I think I'll win. Here, "win" should be read as "get my dick wet" (substitute the parlance of your time folks of the future).
Okay, so I'm drinking black tea a lot now. Red Rose is cheap, you get 100 bags per box (I hesitate to think how the tea leaves are harvested and processed, or, rather, who is doing those tasks and what their working conditions/wages are like), and let us not forget the ceramic Noah's ark animal in each box. I got a cock in this one. It compliments the Cocklamp quite nicely. Oh, and there's less sugar than soda, so there's a bonus for my enamel.
Point being, I reccommend a lot of tea or coffee ingestion, then listen to this song (or album if you own it).
HAPHAZARD.
That's the word I'm looking for. More on this in a moment.
The tea! Oh, the tea! It's a relatively new experience to me, having caffeine sans sugar (from the Sanskrit sukkar, I did not know this). I've always always always been a Coke drinker, substituting Mountain Dew when the restaurant or eatery has Pepsi products. I like energy drinks, they taste yummy. My coffee drinks are iced and have syrups and milk overloading the bitter flavor. I used to watch Murder, She Wrote and Matlock with my grandparents when I was really young. They'd always offer me tea, but I had to put cream and sugar like crazy in it to make it palatable. So there's this whole new world of feeling what caffeine does for me alone. It's kinda cool, you know, for a drug.
Lots of caffeine little sugar. Do it, the song will wait.
Time for a call back. The intro guitars seem to be haphazardly thrown together, hastily arranged. But the herky-jerky-osity, a BTS trademark, man, isn't it cool? Okay, haphazardly, hastily, herky-jerky . . . does anyone have a thesaurus with more than just the H's?
Point being, it also tightens up the chorus that much more, the guitars go from a mess of sorts to a steady forceful hammer, driving the chorus home that much harder. The music of the chorus is truly a power stroke, driving the lyrical nail home.
Little in the way of pontificating, even the pompous side of me takes a vacation. Stay tuned, I've started receiving requests and advice on what to do next, I've only watched about four hours of non-competitive sport TV in the last week and I'm reading again. If I start regaining intelligence, fret not, I'll just stab my brain with a Q-Tip. I'll sacrifice my smart self for the good of the people who enjoy reading my stupid self. Tell your friends about the site, since it's running again, oh, and if you google "hoffie," this page comes up fifth! Somebody's egosearching!
Remember to email me suggestions, compliments or criticism: vicstarsky [at] gmail dot com. I only say criticism because it belongs with the compliments request, but I pollute when it comes to criticism.
For those wondering what the fuck that meant, here's the SAT question my mind ran through:
don't pollute : give a hoot :: pollute : don't give a hoot
To quote the great Ben Wilson, "Where am I?"
Love,
Hoffie
* - I saw Dan a couple years after taking that class, and said what's up. He didn't recognize me, so I said it again, What's up, Daaaan? He remembered me right away, priceless facial expression included. I loved torturing TAs.
