Wednesday, May 24, 2006
I feel something, but it's not groovy.
It was a late night playing blues and I have so much work to do that I feel like an air traffic controller with planes stacking up over Long Island City.
So, instead of me searching out some news story of minimal interest and dressing it up with smart-ass remarks, let's see how willing you are to show us your dark side.
Tell us about the most embarassing album you've ever owned. I'll start. I owned an album by this band, Harper's Bizarre. Get it? it's like the magazine Harper's Bazaar, but it's spelled all weird and trippy. Far out, I'm sure. They were part of the 60’s™ no one ever talks about, like the time grandpa was found wandering naked in the Walmart. Harper's Bizarre sang innocuous pop along the lines of the 1910 Fruitgum Company and Bobby Goldsboro and I owned a freakin' copy. Jesus, I'm surprised it didn't make me gay.
I was torn between confessing to this or to my love for Claudine Longet, Andy Williams' ex, the French gamine who sang breathy little numbers in that sexy French accent. She later went on to shoot her ski champion squeeze (Rusty Sabich?) with a .22, adding a frisson of danger to my one-sided fantasy romance. Oh, Claudine, couldn't you find it in your heart to love a geeky, glasses-wearing high school boy?
So, if you don't mind holding yourself up to unrelenting ridicule, like the time Quertermous said You've Got Mail was a better movie than Chinatown, tell us what album you're embarassed you owned. Or, if that's too personal, what was the first record or CD you ever bought?
Mine was Meet the Beatles in 1964. Yeah yeah yeah.
Fuck I'm old.
Observational Update: Look at the pants on those guys. What? Were they recording in a flood zone?