Some internet friends of mine thought it would be a great idea after 4 years of bullshitting each other that we go to Fenway Park this weekend and meet 4realz in the middle of a pennant race. And I couldn't agree more. Red Sox. White Sox. Internet d00dz. Awesome timez!
And after that, I'm going up to Maine. In Maine I will spend a week on my friends' boat. We will go sailing. We will probably sail while blasting Appetite For Destruction going really, REALLY fast. While doing so, my friends will talk to me about opening up a Bed and Breakfast on a beautiful little island up there. And the awesome thing is they can. And they should. And they probably will, while I am there. And we will probably smash some champagne bottles on shit, and I will probably cry, and it will be awesome.
The other awesome thing is that I'm bringing my guitar and some amps. They will also have some amps. And trumpets . And more amps. And we will pick up other instruments along the way. (I know for a fact an accordion will be plugged the fuck in.) We will sail off the coast comfortably enough where we won't wake anyone, and make a fucking racket on the ocean. And again, it will be fucking awesome. We will try to record it. I am not promising anything. And you probably wouldn't want to hear this racket. But we're going to record something, and that's going to be fun.
And when we get off the boat we'll be heading back to Boston to see Hallelujah the Hills play a show with the motherfucking Silver Jews.
In the meantime, I wouldn't leave you without some music. Which is totally legal. And you should fuckin' love it. And I'll tell you why. And though the tracks are in no order, here's mine:
Sun Giant (daytrotter session): Good morning no coffee and eggs. Here's to us. Who's like us? Damn few.
Nurses 5 float Past: For the nurse that let me pee in a cup off the side of my bed and woke me up when her shift was over so I could tell her I loved her for a night. I was hammered in the head with cars and morphine but I wasn't so retarded to know I loved you for 520 minutes. And while you sit and think about that, something invisible falls flat. Like my urine cup.
Rotten Hell: Well that's just an awesome song to come out on the other side of while fucking the shit out of the middle.
Pinklon: When I was a wee little kid, my dad got HBO the second we got cable because he was way into boxing. And my dad loved Pinklon Thomas. He though that guy was the bees knees. Pinklon Thomas and Marvin Hagler. I remember the night Marvelous Marvin lost to Sugar Ray Leonard on Sugar Ray's comeback night. Everybody who didn't know shit about boxing wanted Sugar Ray to take Hagler's title, and even though Marvelous Marvin boxed the hell out of Sugar Ray for 12 rounds, the judges gave the fight to the crowd favorite, even though he didn't earn it.
"Life isn't fair" my dad said that night "and never leave your shit up to judges, because this is what happens."
And I remember watching a 19 year old Mike Tyson defeat an injured Pinklon Thomas and take his title. "No one's beating that guy" my dad says.
Years later in 1990 we'd be on vacation in Disneyworld and we left the Magic Kingdom in time to watch Tyson lose to Buster Douglas in our hotel room in the Contemporary Resort, and I remember by dad being exuberant and telling me "that's what happens when you're too good to give a shit."
Apropos of none of that, I've been listening to this track a ton over the past month or so. My dad's stories about boxers and most of the rest of the lyrics have fallen by the wayside. I just like to hear Darnielle sing "Pinklon Thomas is getting out of prison today".
It's silly and sycophantically self-serving and lame to mention your good friend's illness in public, but just let me have this bit here. Three to four days of the week the past few weeks or so I've actually been around, and in those days I've really wanted to go down to a/the bar and shoot some pool with Stu like we used to do. I really fucking miss those days. Usually Sunday afternoons with Wild Turkey and quarters and, well shit. This is what we used to do. And I fucking miss it. When Darnielle sings "Pinklon Thomas is getting out of prison today", it sounds to me like Stu is getting out of bed to kick my ass at pool and drinking whiskey.
Seventy-Four Seventy-Five: I just think that's what it would sound like when we play pool again.
Pet Politics: You never know when your pet will go. And you're fucking tough, so you'll be all right. But please guard my bed,. Please guard my bed 'cuz I suspect we could be losing now. Please guard my bed.
Going to Georgia: Recorded live October 19th 2004. If you know the significance of that date, then the song is even more awesomer to you. But fuck that. You don't need to know that to hear that this is the best live recording of a Mountain Goats favorite that doesn't get played anymore. Just sing it with me because it feels really, really good.
I HAVE TWO BIG HANDS A HEART PUMPING BLOOD
AND A NINETEEN SIXTY-SEVEN COLT FORTY FIVE --- WITH A BUSTED SAFETY CATCH THE WORLD SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINES
AS I CROSS (!) THE MACON (!) COUNTY LINE!
GOING TO GEORGIA
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you
and that you're standing in the doorway
AND YOU SMILE WHEN YOU EASE THE GUN FROM MY HAND
AND I'M FROZEN WITH JOY
RIGHT WHERE I STAND
THE WORLD THROWS ITS LIGHT UNDERNEATH YOUR HAIR
FORTY MILES FROM ATLANTA. THIS IS NOWHERE.
GOING TO GEORGIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
And listen to that kiss off into...
See America Right: That's just nice.