Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Random playlist, etc.

Tonight's random playlist:

1. Ridley Bent - Fruitpicker (In Dubious Battle)
2. Simon Collins - Time For Truth
3. Raised By Swans - There Is No Escape
4. Old 97's - Valentine the Destroyer
5. South Park - La Resistance Medley
6. Sarah McLachlan - Elsewhere
7. Louis Armstrong - That Old Black Magic
8. Mandy Patinkin - Brother, Can You Spare A Dime
9. The Clash - Lover's Rock
10. ELO - Don't Walk Away
11. Colin James - Why'd You Lie
12. Great Big Sea - Helmethead
13. Foo Fighters - Best Of You
14. Nine Inch Nails - The Hand That Feeds
15. Trans-Siberian Orchestra - Christmas Eve In Sarajevo
16. En Vogue - Love You Crazy
17. Moxy Fruvous - C. Traugott
18. Kanye West - Gold Digger
19. Red Elvises - I Wanna See You Bellydance
20. Dierdre Harrison - Good Night Sweetheart

As usual, it's a weird mix. I like weird mixes.

We had dinner at Long John Silver's tonight. I love eating there, but I can only do it about once a year. One plate full of shredded cabbage and crunchy lard really goes a long way.

Speaking of weird mixes, the playlist at the restaurant was a strange one. Someone had apparently made a mix cd of Tom Jones and Brenda Lee, interspersed with the Beach Boys' "Wouldn't It Be Nice," played after every two or three songs. My guess is, the boss wasn't there tonight. My second guess is that he WAS, and that he has really strange taste.

I can deal with a funky mix. I generally like them. What I CAN'T deal with is a bad cover. I'm really glad that my dentist is such a cool person; her music isn't piped, it's coming through the speakers from a player in her office. She has great taste. If she ever started playing Boston Pops Plays The Greatest Hits of Blondie, I would have to run screaming from the building, trailing cotton balls and little mirrors on sticks behind me in the parking lot. And she would probably be right behind me.

I love a good cover, but a bad cover is a personal insult. Both to anyone listening, and to the original band. And to the universe in general.

If you insult the universe in general with a terrible cover, your chances of ever hitting the big time with anything else is pretty grim. As it should be.

Unless, of course, you don a jumpsuit and become captain of the Enterprise.

Lucy. In the sky. With diamonds.

And has anyone else heard his duets with Ben Folds? Why did they DO that? They're not funny enough to be comedy, and they're too awful to be music.

Ben Folds, you were one of my favorites. Did you need rent money that badly? I don't have any money to loan you but you can crash on my sofa for a few nights if you need a place to stay.

Ohhhhh yes. You may definitely do that.

Please don't end up in the Priceline ads with Shatner and Nimoy. I beg you. It's not necessary. Move in with me.

Oh, I know, I know. But you don't need money to window-shop.