Neanderpundit

where no new music can get in. Today, on the way home from Detroit, I hear this song by KT Tunstall. Very hooky, very energetic, very reminiscent (in some ways)of MArshall Crenshaw. I don’t catch enough “regular” music to like too much of it, but I’m going to check this woman out. Pretty easy on the eyes, too.

Remember being 18? or maybe for you it was 16, or 22. That summer you decided you had your hand around the hairy scrote of life itself, and you were going to twist until you got what you want. That summer you knew everything, that summer you decided the old man was the dumbest bastard you knew, because he lived his life just going about his business, and you needed to rip the tits off the world and squeeze out the milk of happines, break the bones and suck out the marrow. That summer you knew and did everything. The summer all those years ago.

Remember when you realized that sometimes a long, slow night of great sex was better than a quick fuck in the back of a pickup? When you realized that good booze should be savored and not slammed? remember when you realized how much more of life you could enjoy if you did so slowly and with deliberation? Remember when Dad got smart again?

Thanks,. Dad.