1) I smiled the ENTIRE way through because this morning I borrowed Caleb's old Weston CDs and thus I got to listen to A Real Life Story of Teenage Rebellion, an album (their debut) which FLOODS my head with happy, happy memories. Weston was this goofy little punk band from Pennsylvania that used to play UMass fairly regularly, tiny venues like the Greenough basement, where the local punk/hardcore/straight-edge people would do concerts every couple of weeks it seemed. Often the admission was either $1 or a can for Food Not Bombs. And boy did we go to a lot of those shows and have FUNNNNNN.
But anyway, one thing that especially had me smiling was for the first time catching these lines in the "Feet" song. I like that song anyway, but there was a critical line that was garbled and tonight finally understood it. Here's the section of the song in question, with notes on the singer switches and with the line in bold:
Guy 1: I'm so inter-ested in your FEET.
Guy 2: I know your inter-ested in my feet. Yeah!
Guy 1: And I'm the man that you don't want. Yeah!
Guy 2: And I'm the woman that you don't want!
Guy 2: When your feet are in my face
Both Guys: I feel ALL RIGHT!
Guy 1: I feel all right, yeah.
Guy 2: I feel so at home
as long as you have
your anti-fungus foam!!!!!
LOL. The fact this is all screamed out by raspy-voiced punks makes it all the funnier. Tomorrow I'll listen to another album of theirs, which ought to be just as energizing.
Or 2) Meanwhile my neighbor Craig, around 50 and seemingly on my same workout schedule, was on the treadmill DOING HIS TAXES! I thought it was just because I had my glasses off that I thought he was doing this, but as I left I asked him and yes, all those forms spread out on the machine were indeed his taxes. Unreal. I can't even do my taxes sitting down.