Tuesday, August 11, 2009

To the residents of Abu Dhabi, Iran, Saudi Arabia, the UAE, Kuwait, et al.

You really want to see naked ladies. I know you do, and I really hope that some day you may have that option (as long as the naked ladies are consenting, competent adults with full agency). But you aren't going to find naked ladies here. Every day, my traffic log tells the tale of hard-up folks needing some huggin' and kissin' in your part of the world, and it saddens me.

It also creeps me out.


Monday, August 03, 2009

Songs I hummed today

I am an inveterate hummer and whistler, this in spite of having a horrible memory for melodies and being tone-deaf. I am also a terrible whistler.

But no matter. It's not my problem; it's everyone else's.

Anyway, I kept a running tally of the melodies I heard in my head today that came out in a tuneless rush (out of my mouth). These are they.

Who'll Be the Next In Line? (The Kinks)

Thelahujinjeet (sp?) (King Crimson)

The Common People (Pulp)

Let There Be Rock (AC/DC) (I think with this one I may have managed a quick vocalization of LETTHEREBEROCK out the side of my mouth. I probably sounded more like Brian Johnson than Bonn Scott, and that causes me a lot of heartache.)

The Primo Vere section from Carmina Burana (That's not the scary part. It's the light and airy part afterwards that sounds like an Alpine pagan mating ritual)

Is it Really So Strange? (The Smiths) ("I left the South. I travelled north. I got confused – I killed a horse. I can't help the way I feel.")

White Man in Hammersmith Palais (The Clash)

Happy Talk, from "South Pacific"

That's it.