Whoever thought up the idea that the museums of Washington D.C. should all be free was an utter genius.
It is hard to believe that there is a divine spark of goodness in everyone when one works in retail on a day in which kids are not in school.
Today lasted a week. I had coffee for lunch today.
Sometimes, when I’m sauntering about nonchalantly, it occurs to me that I’m sauntering about nonchalantly, which destroys a certain nonchalance about it all.
How am I bogged down with such obscene quantities of homework when I’m only taking one class? Consider me stressed.
I dreamed last night that I was using mouthwash. Who knew dreams could be so mundane?
I can play “Pony” by Tom Waits on the uke. Chords and all.
The James Maddy art school accepted me, today. Consider me excited.
My peace, my peace is all I’ve got that I can give to you
My peace is all I ever had that’s all I ever knew
I give my peace to green and black and red and white and blue
My peace, my peace is all I’ve got that I can give to you
My peace, my peace is all I’ve got and all I’ve ever known
My peace is worth a thousand times more than anything I own
I pass my peace around and about ‘cross hands of every hue;
I guess my peace is justa ‘bout all I’ve got to give to you
BONARROO 2008 LINEUP.
I HAVE NO WORDS.
Actually, I have a few. I hope Trey plays. I hope I can connive a way to go.
Speaking of which, the only good thing to happen at John Tyler this semester occurred on Tuesday. I was walking dejectedly through the parking lot and came across a license plate that said “46 Days”.
Typically, I am not one for celebrity drivel, but Scarlett Johannsen is recording an album of Tom Waits covers! Pitchfork says. I don’t really even know who that is, but I’m sure that this shall cause lots of young’uns to flock to the release because she’s pretty and people are shallow. Anyhow, this opens up the songs of Tom Waits to an entirely new audience of younger and more impressionable folks who would ordinarily either not encounter or not embrace Tom Waits! Tom Waits for everyone! Yay!
This then comes to the idea that Tom Waits is in this way being watered down and sugar coated, which makes said starlet a huge jerk, on the flip side.
One time when I was studying drama in Ontario, my professor played for us examples of “throat singing” so as to demonstrate how our bodies were capable of things we never imagined or something. I was astute enough to point out that Tom Waits fell into this category and that he should play a whole lot of it immediately, while my classmates writhed in agony at these alarmingly low octaves. Then the professor laughed and shook his head and said, “You just don’t strike me the sort of person that would be a Tom Waits fan”, which is quite ambiguous and probably offensive in nature. Regardless, the days of such judgments are coming to an end because Scarlett Johannsen is going to make Tom Waits socially acceptable to all, and that will be that. Just remember that I was enamored with him before this whole fiasco. You posers.
I wonder which ten songs the lass is going to end up covering? If it were I, the track listing would be as follows:
1. Time
2. So It Goes
3. Hold On
4. I Don’t Wanna Grow Up
5. I Hope That I Don’t Fall In Love With You
6. Pony
7. Earth Died Screaming
8. Walking Spanish
9. Come On Up To The House
10. Alice
Now you know. If someone ever holds a gun to your head and demands you recite which ten Tom Waits songs Ashley Rattner would choose to cover if she were a famous actress, you will have been adequately prepared.
In short, my English professor ranted on the sorry state of society for a long three hours tonight and those raspy blues as only Tom Waits can sing ‘em that filled my little grey car on the long drive home.
In the timeless words of Bryan Nagle, “Life is terribly insipid”.
