No one told me when to run- I missed the starting gun!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
This Is Not Me
When I got married, I ran off with my wife - she was with another guy. But I was not this guy, despite the fact that I enjoyed this video at the time. I love this- the dancers, the falsetto, the spaceman- it signals one of the many death knells of rock, fueled by my jazz and southern rock and new age listening jerkoff peers, who couldn't wait to grow up and embrace the cash fueled dreary.
Hey - how's my exclamation points working out? Pretty awesome, no? Well, here's the next one - U-Roy. Not U-Larry or U-Linda but U-Roy. I (and I) had hitched out west (instant way to be murdered nowadays) and read a whole big article on the Rastafarians on the way; U-Roy was a subcomponent of the whole "reggae-as-religion" concept. Now I think all - excuse me - ALL religion (I hit my keyboard key extra hard during the "ALL") are a waste of time or a highway to a suicide bomb or just not for me - do what feels good for you. But U-Roy remains a constant. Blah blah Blah - precursor to rap - blah blah blah toastmaster a la' Lee Perry - blah blah blah seminal influence - who gives a crap, this is the best song ever. Lissen.
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