The Piano Has Been Drinking – Tom Waits
If I have to explain the amazingness of Tom Waits then our blogger to blogee(?) relationship has probably run its course. "Shhhh I know. Shh it's ok. It's not you. It's me, really. I just need some space. This is better for both of us...really."
For some reason I want this song played at my funeral. No one would really get it. Everyone would be looking around at the other people in attendance for some sort of explanation as to what this song has to do with my life. Then there would be a handful of people who ‘got it’ who would desperately be trying not to make eye contact or smile with anyone. One of them would be frantically trying to hold back laughter and whisper to themselves “Fucking guy”. Perfect.
Josie might be on a vacation far away but awesomeness isn’t (HOW lame was that!). I dig this girls voice, she sounds like she would be one of those tiny chicks that you meet once in a blue moon in the dark corner of some seedy pub that remind you of why you started liking girls to begin with. She has jokes, gets irony and is shy about how talented she is. I’m also aware that I have a vulva for loving this version. I’m ok with it.
Bicycle – Queen
I wonder what Freddie really wanted to say when he sang about all the “fat-bottomed girls riding this way” in this song. Is a fat bottomed dude good times in the sack? I don’t really get it, maybe i was never meant to. This song is all kinds of rad though. Reminds me of being a kid in Queensland and racing my arch nemesis “Big Mike” on my BMX for the yearly neighborhood bike race. I remember looking over during the race and being neck and neck with my villain. Streamers whipping in the wind off my handlebars. Me grinning, eyes still on the front of his bike and mine, knowing that this was “my year”. Then I remember hitting the back of my dad’s parked Buick. Punk rock.
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