Music makes for a pretty good day. (580 hits)
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Submitted by Jay Peg (View user info) at 2006-10-23 21:49:47 EDT
-Eat, drink, and be merry
-For tomorrow we die
-Eat, drink, and be merry
-For tomorrow we die
-'Cause we're Tripping Billies
Dave Matthews Band is my morning cup of coffee. Every morning, at 8 or so, I wake up, walk into my living room and hit play on my laptop. Tripping Billies is always the first song. This generally makes my cats aware that I'm awake, so they uncurl from their spots on the couch, stretch like a piece of taffy, and saunter over to where I stand. It's weird; a 270-pound man stumbling around on hollow floors doesn't wake them up.
Music does.
They're good cats.
-He stands touch his hair his shoes untied
-Tongue gaping stare
-Could I have been a magnet for money?
-Could I have been anyone other than me?
Dancing Nancies is always the second. By this point, I've poured my bowl of Raisin Bran or Wheat Chex, taken an extra swig from the milk carton and am sitting down next to my laptop with one of my cats inevitably trying to jump into the seat before me. A few bites of cereal, and a scratch of the head (mine or the cats, doesn't matter) later and the tempo picks up a bit.
-Take these chances
-Place them in a box until a quieter time
-Lights down, you up and die
Ants Marching. Live version. I tap my feet to this one as I open Gmail and either MSNBC or ESPN. I debate with myself over whether I should read about how the world around us is falling apart, or should I check to see if the Broncos, Rockies, Avs or Nuggets did something the day before. Usually the disintegrating planet wins out, except days like today. The Broncos played yesterday. I always have to know about the Broncos.
-I told God, I'm coming to your country
-I'm going to eat up your cities,
-Your homes, you know
If I spend too much time reading, Too Much is next. I know that if I get through this song, it's time to finish up at the desk and start my day. Into a ratty t-shirt and some shorts, headphones on, some stretching and then my morning walk. I started doing it to get into shape, now I do it for the buzz. The twitch in my legs after a few miles. I don't know if it's endorphins or adrenaline or what, but it feels good. It's also solitude. I may be circling a park in parade with a few hundred people, but with the exception of a nod, or a glance of recognition, I am alone.
There the music changes a bit. It's all over the map. Just songs that get my mind off of the repetitive sounds of shoes slapping sidewalk.
-I've become so numb
-Can I get an encore, do you want more
-I've become so numb
-So for one last time I need y'all to roar
-One last time I need y'all to roar
JayZ and Linkin Park start the trip. Yeah, I'm a corn-fed whiteboy, but it's good music, and I like it. The tempo is good for warming up for a few blocks. Then it's some AnBerlin, Lacuna Coil, Staind, Evanesence, Breaking Benjamin stuff like that. After a few laps around Washington Park keeping pace with the music I'm pretty worn out.
-Silent sneaking along my path
-Rugged the road
-But we feel it like we're flying
Back home now, and it's about 11AM. Just enough time to jump into the shower so I wash away the sweat and dust. I have my doctors' appointment at 11:30 this morning, so I need to get going.
I make sure to put WinAmp on random before I get cleaned up. Will I get some Rolling Stones, or will I get 30 Seconds To Mars? Maybe some Offspring or even some old school Fleetwood Mac. But today I'm surprised to hear Faith No More. I forgot that I had downloaded Epic.
-Can you feel it, see it, hear it today?
-If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway
-You will never understand it cuz it happens too fast
-And it feels so good, it's like walking on glass
Dressed and out the door. It takes fifteen minutes to get to my therapists office, and I have twenty until I need to be there. KBCO 97.3 comes through the speakers in the Trooper. It's New Music Monday, and a new song by someone called Amos Lee is playing. I've never heard of him, but it's pretty good, and my head bobs along with the chorus.
At a light, I pull a pen and notepad from the center console and write it down. I need to check out the rest of the CD a little later when I get home.
-Do they got a lover
-And could they have a family
-Could it be they're just as lonesome
-As you and me
An hour of sitting around, talking about the week that's past, and the years in my future. I see myself as a twenty-seven year old man who should have his life mapped out for the next 40 years. What I want to do, where I want to be, stuff like that. I'm working on realizing that I'm *only* a twenty-seven year old man, and I shouldn't be tied into a formula yet. I should just go where life takes me and enjoy the ride. Eventually, I will find that I've steered life to where I need to be without really knowing it. At least I hope so. That's what Doc Strong says, and I'm inclined to believe him. But the session is over, and next week is scheduled, so it's off to run some errands.
-Hey, oh, here I am,
-and here we go, life's waiting to begin.
KBCO has some Marley on, so I change the station to 93.3 KTCL. Angels and Airwaves.
I wasn't a fan of Blink, but this isn't too bad, so I keep it on as I drive up Colorado Blvd to the store. Milk, bread, socks and a new pair of slacks. Super Target it is, then.
Walk into the store, and I am blasted by some crap from the Electronics department. Some punk kid has turned the whole stereo aisle to KS107.5, and all I can hear is someone yelling "yeah" over and over with a crappy bass track. But I get what I need, and I pick up Good Night and Good Luck from the end cap by the register. I haven't seen it, but I've heard it's pretty good. Besides, it's only $12, so that's not bad.
It's 2PM now, and my day is done early. I thought that I needed to pick up my niece from pre-school today, but that's next week, so I have the afternoon to burn. Drive home; grab a book, "With Malice Towards None" and head over to Tattered Cover to get some lunch.
-And it won't matter now
-Whatever happens to me
-Though the air speaks of all we'll never be
-It won't trouble me
Pastrami sandwich, cup of chicken soup and a table outside under the awning. Toad the Wet Sprocket is now a part of today's soundtrack, barely audible from the speakers inside the open glass door. I spend an hour and a half burning through 60 pages, fascinated by Lincoln's failed run for Congress in 1858. It's interesting stuff, and I want to read more. But unfortunately, lunch is done, and they need the table space, so I pack up and head over to my father's house for the rest of the day.
It's now 4PM, and Bravo is doing a mini-marathon of the last season of West Wing.
I love West Wing. Best theme song for a TV show I've ever heard. Best show I've ever watched. The last 2 episodes are all I can catch, since the marathon started pretty early, but I sit down, watch the shows, and pet the dog that's jumped up next to me.
-But I'm here in my mold
-I am here in my mold
-But I'm a million different people
-from one day to the next
Hop onto the computer at my Dad's house, waiting for him to get home. He's cooking sausage, peppers and onions tonight, and Studio 60 is on at 9PM. So I throw on a ShoutCast station and The Verve fills the airspace around the desk.
Check my mail again, ESPN again for the Page2 update, Uber and Kingdom of Loathing. Scroll through Fark to find something to laugh about and shuffle through the rest of the evening.
It's almost 8PM now. Dinner's almost ready, Dad is home and listening to 850KOA talk radio, and it's time to log off.
I've had a pretty basic, normal day off of work.
It's a routine that I've followed for a while now, and I enjoy it quite a bit.
I don't think I would if I didn't have the music, you know?
I have something playing near me almost every waking moment, and I don't remember 90% of the songs that play, but a few times each day, a song just clicks with something inside, and I can remember that moment until I go to sleep.
Dave Matthews Band is my nightlight, too. I'm generally out like a light by the time Seek Up is finished.
-Oh, life it seems a struggle between
-What we think what we see
-I'm not going to change my ways
-Just to please you or appease you
-Inside a crowd, five billion proud
-Willing to punch it out
-Right, wrong, weak, strong
-Ashes to ashes all fall down
-Look around about this round
-About this merry-go-round around
-If at all God's gaze upon us fall
-His mischievous grin, look at him
User Reviews
Submitted by foster (user info) at 2006-11-11 11:58:41 EST (#)
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Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2006-10-25 17:46:59 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2006-10-25 17:46:53 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2006-10-25 17:46:44 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2006-10-25 17:46:37 EDT (#)
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fuck
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2006-10-25 17:46:28 EDT (#)
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http://www.coverpop.com/whitney/whitneyChromatic.swf
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+2 for that mother fucker!!
I've just lost 10mins of my life to this and it was worth Every second!
Submitted by nitty34 (user info) at 2006-10-24 10:24:36 EDT (#)
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It's easy to grin
When your ship comes in
And you've got the stock market beat.
But the man worthwhile
Is the man who can smile
When his shorts are too tight in the seat.
Submitted by Cadrach (user info) at 2006-10-24 09:44:52 EDT (#)
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My favorite bands are superior to your favorite bands.
Also, you're a pathetic piece of shit who should really stop fucking about and just kill yourself because everyone knows that's how its all going to end anyway.
I'm . . .
I'm sorry. That may have been unnecessarily harsh. I should probably get back to contemplating the Buddha's navel like Razor says.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2006-10-24 01:10:59 EDT (#)
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A 10 lb. weight fluctuation is entirely possible given his height and weight. Keep in mind, most of it is probably water. Daily 10 lb. fluctuation, probably not. I can see this happening though over the course of 3 days or so.
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-10-24 00:33:33 EDT (#)
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Apollo, the point I was trying to make (and I'm assuming you actually got the point, but just enjoy acting dense because you can be rude that way) is that I don't know exactly, day to day, what my weight is.
I'm between 270-280. Some days higher, some days lower.
Christ...
Submitted by pandora (user info) at 2006-10-24 00:27:49 EDT (#)
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Coffee and alcohol are the yin and yang of my daily life. Oh, and everyone should subscribe to Live365. It costs next to nothing, and you have zillions of ad-free music stations at your fingertips! It's a great way to learn about different music genres, and to be exposed to obscure music from around the world.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2006-10-24 00:25:48 EDT (#)
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10 pounds in two days.
Good work Kate Moss.
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-10-23 23:59:27 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2006-10-23 23:35:14 (#)
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Not my favourite, but I have no problem with Dave Matthews...and I hear you with music being your morning cup of coffee...although I'm inclined to have real coffee too.
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I'm not fond of coffee. Love the smell, dislike the taste.
My dad drank and still drinks 2 pots of coffee every day, and I think that had an effect.
Submitted by Allyson (user info) at 2006-10-23 23:52:41 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2006-10-23 23:37:17 EDT (#)
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I can be between 270 and 280 depending on how much I've eaten that day, what kind of clothes I'm wearing, whether or not I've evacuated my god damned bowels. """
YOU SHIT 10 POUNDS TURDS!?
EEEEEEEEEEEW!
Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2006-10-23 23:35:14 EDT (#)
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Not my favourite, but I have no problem with Dave Matthews...and I hear you with music being your morning cup of coffee...although I'm inclined to have real coffee too.
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-10-23 23:34:54 EDT (#)
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Oh will you fucking stop it with the pity, you goddamned twat.
Don't even act like you don't do the same. Time and time again you have, so you get no pardon from me.
Loser.
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And Bret, I actually don't.
If think something of *yours* specifically is any good, I don't even rate it.
Same with ETS, same with Caul. I'd say same with Shlongy, but he never posts anymore.
I give out more +2's than almost anyone on this site when the shit is good.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-10-23 23:33:55 EDT (#)
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You have worse taste in music than my girlfriend, damn man. And she's, you know, a girl.
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-10-23 23:33:08 EDT (#)
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Christ Caul, you're a fucking dick.
My current exact weight, since I just stood on a fucking scale, is 275.3 pounds.
If I eat a fucking Chipotle burrito right now, I tip at 277.
Or if I take a nice big shit, I tip at 273.
I can be between 270 and 280 depending on how much I've eaten that day, what kind of clothes I'm wearing, whether or not I've evacuated my god damned bowels.
I know you're trying to run me from Uber by being the biggest dick you can, OK.
I get it, alright?
Get the fuck over whatever I did or said that pissed you off so fucking much, and shut the hell up unless you actually have something to contribute to my life except angst and petty fucking bickering.
Submitted by Death_Metal_Dude (user info) at 2006-10-23 23:22:48 EDT (#)
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shit band
Submitted by forthewin (user info) at 2006-10-23 23:17:25 EDT (#)
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Even though I hate your taste in music, I agree with the concept.
I'm always listening to music. I still need to replace the speakers and head unit in my car.
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-10-23 23:00:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:49:19 (#)
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Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:28:48 (#)
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This sounds amazingly like the rest of your lies. Running laps around a park...my ass.
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Walking, Shlongy.
2 laps around Wash Park, 3-4 days a week. It's a little over an hour 15.
And thanks to you, Caul and Bret for proving my point from yesterday.
I can put time into something, or I can throw something out, and no matter what, you all still rate *me* and not the post.
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Oh will you fucking stop it with the pity, you goddamned twat.
Don't even act like you don't do the same. Time and time again you have, so you get no pardon from me.
Loser.
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:58:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
i told you in my first reply, douchebag.
two posts ago you were 280 pounds.
now you are 270 pounds.
a small lie you'll say but still. it proves your idea of truth has a lot of margin.
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:54:25 EDT (#)
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What do you think I lied about Caul?
Seriously, I'd like to hear this.
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:50:09 EDT (#)
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And thanks to you, Caul and Bret for proving my point from yesterday. """
this did suck dude. and you lied again.
Submitted by jgreening (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:49:19 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:28:48 (#)
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This sounds amazingly like the rest of your lies. Running laps around a park...my ass.
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Walking, Shlongy.
2 laps around Wash Park, 3-4 days a week. It's a little over an hour 15.
And thanks to you, Caul and Bret for proving my point from yesterday.
I can put time into something, or I can throw something out, and no matter what, you all still rate *me* and not the post.
Submitted by UnderOathMeal (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:44:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Bret's 9 steps to help JayFag find happiness:
1. Become less fat.
2. Shave.
3. Move into your own place.
4. Throw away your laptop.
5. Become even less fat.
6. Give up on shrinks and turn to hard drugs.
7. Completely revamp your musical taste. It sucks.
8. Sell your niece as slave labor.
9. Get a lobotomy.
Do this and you shall be happy.
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:41:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
bad rating, sorry
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:40:49 EDT (#)
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i can't be arsed with installing a p2p so i listen to the same song on youtube over and over for a days then find another one. here's my current ambient song when i insult your fat ass http://youtube.com/watch?v=9Cq_QO_4Cx4
you said you were 280 pounds 2 posts ago. are you back to lying again? gimme your therapist's number.
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:37:36 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:28:48 EDT (#)
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This sounds amazingly like the rest of your lies. Running laps around a park...my ass.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:24:35 EDT (#)
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Read my very 1st post.
Submitted by alamalmithral (user info) at 2006-10-23 22:11:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wowzers.