we're all alright/soundtrack to my life, Vol.V

The word for today is inefficient. Bleh.

I've been without internet and cable TV for almost two weeks. As it turns out, I will continue to go without these technologies until October 4th. This means listening to lots of music, even more than usual. As such, the list of songs I want to talk about is growing by the day...

Surrender - Cheap Trick

Overexposure notwithstanding (has anyone NOT covered this song?), this is a great tune, everything that rock n' roll should be. The parents end up making out on the couch listening to Kiss records. If that's not your idea of surrender, you may have wandered into the wrong blog by mistake.

Nielsen's classic provided me with a momentary respite from today. Yay for escapism. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go fail miserably at a few other things before the day is up.

We're all alright, we're all alright...

Feels a little better, anyway. Mmm...therapeutic repeating outro.

PDA

While in line at the grocery store, I saw a middle-aged couple making out. I mean REALLY making out. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who noticed. Lots of people were staring and whispering. Finally, the girl in front of me said something...
"Ridiculous, eh?"
I looked again, trying not to stare. They were a passionate pair.
"Yeah...they're really going at it."
"Kind of inappropriate." She clearly wanted me to agree.
"Eh...I guess so...but I don't really care."
She looked surprised, so I continued.
"Let 'em have their fun. What do I care?"
The couple then increased the intensity yet further; the guy started doing that cheesy move where he puts HIS hands in HER pockets. This is obvious to everyone. An older man looks at them with an impatient "get a room" look.
"Jesus," he said under his breath. "Other people are in the room...ya know?"
"OK," I finally agreed. "I guess that's a bit much."
The girl had become more perturbed. "That's awful." She looked at me. "Think they're married?"
"No. No married couple kisses like that."

Soundtrack to my Life, Vol. IV

Nervous Breakdown - Black Flag

One of the most cathartic songs of all time. As Keith Morris spits out the words to this tune, he seems to be having an actual nervous breakdown. Pure visceral rage. Not a song you want to hear every day, but it's a veritable godsend when you need it. If Rage Against the Machine could manage this kind of intensity, I might finally understand why people like them so much.

you want a piece of me, September?

What a wretched day. I am NOT ready for Fall. Not yet. Shorter days, leaves dying, colder temperatures...the frigid darkness lies ahead.

Yeah, I fucking heart YOU, Autumn.