Archive for November, 2009
Ed Note: So I get this desperate email from community activist, lover of the chipnut, and all around swell fellow, HC Joel Martin . . . I don’t want to say he was pleading with me for a guest post spot here on Awesome Internet Site, but he did make it clear that a Friday Guest Post was something he had to do.
The following transcript is what Joel sent me. Possibly unedited, but probably not. Either way. It’s a banger.
I’m pretty sure these are the only requisite ingredients one needs to get loose.
Way too busy to post. So I’ll make this quick. It is no secret that Tall Tins of Bavaria was our summertime beer of choice . . . Summer, however, is well beyond us and our penchant for Bavaria remains. We are getting close to just calling Bavaria our “beer of choice period”. Anyway, they have re-branded.
In 1997 I was going to school and working in a bookshop.
I had met up with a girl from one of my classes a few times for the usual rounds of coffee and such. I think we also went to a house party together — or something equally as fancy. We did all the normal things two people do as they decide whether or not what they have is something which might turn into a thing.
One afternoon, very close to Christmas, she met me at the bookshop and we made plans to have lunch together. I was excited that day as I had purchased an anniversary cd box set that Tooth and Nail Records had released that very day. If you were in any way connected to the respective worlds of the church and punk rock in the early 90′s, you were probably into Tooth and Nail Records.
Admittedly, I was.
Treating my iTunes library as if it is 1996. Mineral. The Promise Ring. Braid. Knapsack. I think I have to go put on a sweater and start crying into my milk or something.
I have been listening to Mum all day . . . which made for an appropriate jaunt over to the mum website, where I found my favorite internet photo of the day:
If it was socially acceptable for an adult (of which I may be considered, based solely on age, not maturity) to play with dinky cars and kilometers of Hot Wheel’s track. I would be all over it.
The odd thing about this Mum cd that I rediscovered in a box of random things just yesterday . . . was that I originally borrowed it from Todd Brown in the early 2000′s. When I went to return it (easily a year later) he already had a copy of it sitting on his shelf. Weird. That is what we call a win win wituation.
Speaking of bands from Iceland. In the last month I have watched the Sigur Ros film, Heima, twice. It is very nice . . . but I think I may have mentioned that here before.