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Two art rock albums from Mr. Eno (with guests Mr. Fripp, Mr. Collins and others), some early 80s prog from King Crimson, a little modern hard rock from Crobot and QOTSA, and quality pop music from Mr. Scaggs.
Crobot
→ Something Supernatural
Queens of the Stone Age
→ Villains
Boz Scaggs
→ Silk Degrees
Brian Eno
→ Another Green World
→ Before and After Science
Upgrading a couple cassettes, replacing some lost CDs whose rippings were destroyed in The Great Hard Drive Crash of 2009, and buying some old and new classics for the first time.
Mastodon
→ Cold Dark Place
→ Emperor of Sand
Sting
→ Nothing Like the Sun
→ Ten Summoner’s Tales
Stevie Wonder
→ In Square Circle
→ Songs in the Key of Life
→ Fulfillingness’ First Finale
→ Innervisions
Alanis Morissette
→ Jagged Little Pill
→ Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
Propagandhi
→ Victory Lap
Anthrax
→ The Greater of Two Evils
→ We’ve Come for You All
This song represents the peculiar crossroads of three things: 01) Nashville music production, 02) a foolish man’s broken heart, and 03) the dimmest imaginable light of inspiration.
On a side note, it’s worth pointing out that the song is exactly 3:00 minutes long, which is the length that all songs would be if the corporate music world had its way.
When you put two and two together you figure out that “love” has got four letters
I should have known that when I met her, but she had to spell it out for me
After all that second guessing, it’s been a long hard history lesson
That’s a class I got an F in, but now I understand perfectly
She put the “hur” in “hurt”
She put the “Y” in “try”
She put the “S.O.B.” in “sober”
She put the “hang” in “hangover”
She put the “ex” in “sex”
She put the “low” in “blow”
She put a big “F.U.” in my “future”
She’s got a way with words
Little words like “I” and “do”—lying, cheating, screwed
Yeah all the words I thought I knew, they got a brand new meaning now
She put the “hur” in “hurt”
She put the “Y” in “try”
She put the “S.O.B.” in “sober”
She put the “hang” in “hangover”
She put the “ex” in “sex”
She put the “low” in “blow”
She put a big “F.U.” in my “future”
She’s got a way with words
I’ve always had this peculiar S&M fantasy where a smokin’ hot girl guitar player tells me that my vibrato sucks in front of a large crowd of people, and then everyone starts laughing and jeering at me.
I’m sure Ms. Vidovic is much too nice to ever do something like this, but she has everything else dialed in to make this desire of mine a reality.