it was so fierce last night. and it blew my trash all over the neighborhood. all of my trash. all over the neighborhood. you just haven't lived until your picking taco meat off of someone's welcome mat. but my oh my that orange prada jumper came in handy!
the scene is the cafeteria of angevine middle school. i'm 13 and slow dancing to this song with leonard walmsley, an eighth grader, who clearly ate some old spice before coming to the party. my arms are resting on his shoulders; his hands on my hips. we're doing the side to side shuffle and look not unlike patients in a psych ward awaiting their meds. dude, can we just talk about how long 4:10 is when the lyrics are saying things like: girl i want to shake you down, we'll go all the way to heaven. those kids in the 60's sure had it easy with those fast songs that last for 1:26. but points for gregory's use of the word telepathy in a song.
it was so great to see you, aaron. those ninth grade kids are lucky to have you. let me know if you ever need me to pop in and stir up a discussion on "lord of the flies". i will fuck their shit up. much love and good health in 2009!
i am a boulder-based restaurant publicist, music critic and mother. i believe i have the right to salt and pepper my own food, i dislike bands who don't understand the power of economy in song performance, and i now realize that a tango lesson + three mt. gay and tonics = one hell of a great kid. i am happiest in the summer, riding shotgun with my feet up on the dash and my hand inside a bag of pork rinds. and yes, i know what's in them.
