August 26th, 2004

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Lisa, Episode One

I started to think about who would play whom in the movie of my life, but I'm turning into Cecil B. Freakin' DeMille, fer cryin' out loud---these are the (major) roles I have to fill for just the part before I leave Kansas (the first time) (at age 10):

Jenny Powers
Jenny's hip mother
Brad Eads
Clinton Eads
Linda C. (who STILL doesn't know she's a dyke)
Lisa S. (who does know she is)
Tom "Rubberbones" Strafuss, and maybe his sister Paula
the Garrett boys
Scott, who introduced me to magnets & iron filings
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I'm a Disclaimer fan

Okay, if you haven't bought it yet, get with disclaimerwill & check out his record album, The Airbag's Lipstick Kiss. (pijeanf, you gotta play some of this on the radio when WCFM's back up in the fall.)

I'm finally getting a chance to listen to it for real tonight, plugging away on a tedious freelance gig, and what can I say? I think my favorite cut remains the opener, "Fixing a Hole" (not a cover of the Beatles tune). It demonstrates probably the number 1 thing I like about the CD: poetically prosaic lyrics. I love clunkily everyday language rhythms & colloquialisms in "higher" form, like the song lyric. There are dozens of such lines herein. In that opening cut, a litany of declarations of needed self-improvement, are, e.g., "I've got to stop quoting from Simpsons all the time" and "I've got to stop giving off angry vibes" and "I've got to be less distractingly horny." The anaphora doesn't grows old, either.

"Generic Shoulder Blade Tattoo" is so pretty it almost comes off as wistful, in counterpoint with the other break-up bitter flavor of much of the record. You know, I really could have included some of these on that Fuck You revenge mix tape years ago---the one that started with "Piece of My Heart" and went from there.

But I digress. Suffice to say I'm loading it into the computer & expect to go to it for a listen now and then. There's fun with rhythm and instrumentation and stuff like that. The catchy "Hell" has the following perverse/contrary hook: "In the end, the love you take is in inverse proportion to the love you make." Ha! Oh---in the time-honored tradition, there's a hidden track, too---appropriately titled "I Couldn't End It There." Doesn't that whet yer appetite?