Music for Perfect People

Things I Liked This Year:

-Deadheads for Obama in SF

-Full on Dead reunion at PSU

-”Evil Urges” My Morning Jacket

-Wilco at Tanglewood

-My Morning Jacket at the Pavillion

-Every second of Vibes

-Monroe St.

-the Election

-Slumdog Millionaire

-New Hampshire Trip

-Sitting on Jake’s balcony with Chris and Emma on a sunny April day.

-”Untitled” Nas

-Dancing around

-Shockingly, L’il Wayne…like alot.

-Pineapple Express

-”The Great Derangement”  by Matt Taibbi

-It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

-The Felice Brothers

-Spencer Harrison McKenna

-Jim Riley’s Beard

-The words “Big” and “Bro”. Often used together and with further alliteration

-Entourage

-Milk. The movie, not the drink.

-The Dark Knight

-CC Sabathia

-Robert Randolph playing in the park on a beautiful summer afternoon

-Brass City Brewfest/Levon/ Stamford shannagins

-Cavs V. Celtics Game 7

-”Paper Planes”

-”Generation Kill”

-”Warpaint” Black Crowes

- “A People’s History of American Empire”

-Reading in the Park

-MURS

-Big World, Little People

-AJ Price

-Q-Tip’s “The Renaissance”

Thing I Did Not Really Like This Year:

- Mad Men

-Cloverfield

-Moving

-My Co-Workers

-Refusing to shave, but never growing a real beard

-Indiana Jones

-The Roots becoming Jimmy Fallon’s house band

-Hasheem Thabeet

-Not enough WiffleBall

-The state of Arizona

-My first cast

-Several Haircuts

-Sugar Lows

-Milk. The drink, not the movie.

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I couldn’t help but notice a buzz in the air as I walked to my office from Port Authority today.  Everybody in the city seemed a little more awake, a little more cheerful.  I attribute it to the impending storm expected to drop 6 – 8 inches of snow on NYC today.  I feel like snow storms represent the unknown.  They have the potential to bring beautiful, almost religous, experiences, and they have the ability to be huge fucking jam up.   I think it is this idea of the unknown that placed the twinkle in the eye of the generally miserable commuters on the streets of Manhattan this morning; while noone knows whether this storm will lead to a wonderful, enchanting memory, or a day of frustration and cold, wet, feet, I feel the snow represents to many a reprieve from the general monotony that dominates our stale, routine oriented lives.  And for that I applaud you Madame Winter.

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Scene: Starbucks. Two gentleman sit sipping their beverages. One is an older company hack, grinding through another day. The other is a handsome man of 24 years who could probably develop a really muscular body if he so chose. Talking abs.

In walks a woman in a business suit.
Woman: Hey! How’s it going?

Man: Hey. Pretty well. How are things with you?

Woman: Good…I got myself pregnant. Wooo!!!

-Pat

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Schindler’s List arrived from blockbuster today. I am very excited to see it and feel extraordinary guilt for having any positive anticipation or happy thoughts toward something involving the Holocaust.

-Pat

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<!–[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]–><!–[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]–> Yesterday I was in a joyous mood. At 10 a.m. I let my enthusiasm push me to a place I hadn’t been before. A place I planned on leaving dark and undiscovered during my duration of aliveness. ..

I engaged one of my co-workers in conversation. I don’t particularly care for this person. She pretty much annoys me just by living each second of her life. The way she laughs. The way she eats. The way she talks on the phone. The way she probably describes her musical tastes to people as ‘loving everything but country”. And this is the person I decided to ask, “How’s it going?”

The initial exchange wasn’t too painful. I heard some boring ramble about ‘how the company relies so much of her to get by and how she doesn’t even like taking vacation days because of it’ but was back to acting busy and passing the day within 15 minutes. The real problem presented itself the next day when she engaged me.

Apparently my small offering of cordiality convinced my cube mate that we were friends, or at least acquaintances. She talked at me for upwards of 45 minutes. During it I felt myself drift out of active listening and disappear into abstract thought. In that painful 45 minute epoch I organized my work (read the internet until 2 p.m. and then be productive-ish), decided to see a movie tonight (Synecdoche, New York, which was very confusing, depressing, and good), thought of what album to listen to (Deltron 3030), what I would have for lunch (meatball sub), and other pressing thoughts (My grandfather was nicknamed “Mac”. My father was nicknamed “Mac”. How come this didn’t get passed on and how can I convince people to start calling me “Mac”? Is it too late to get a nickname?).

If she talks to me tomorrow, I am either going to pretend to be really busy and unable to converse or poison her lunch.

-Pat

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Worcester Centrum

November 27, 1998

When The Circus Comes

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Rosenberg interviewed DJ Premier this week.

Talking about “Nas is Like”:

Primo turned chirping birds and an old Lutheran Church record into Nas is Like.

Because of DJ Premier’s keen ear I was able to listen to Nas is Like on the way to my grammar school basketball games. His drums enabled me to win the games all on my own…by making very high and accurate lob passes to the over developed 6 ft twelve year old who anchored the Eagles in the low post.

-Pat

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Everyday I drive to work and pass the same gentleman selling single roses on the corner by Storrow Drive.  This morning the skies looked ominous and the rain trickled down, but he was still out there knocking on windows, pushing his product.

Would this man be considered a florist?

I have not shaved my face in nearly a week and a half. It looks absolutely disgusting. I’m sure people at work are looking at it and reconsidering my current employment.  My mustache makes me look like i’m springing through a second puberty, which does happen to currently fit with my forming hormones and debilitating fear of the opposite sex.

I can’t bring myself to take the blade to my face though. I think it’s a combination of laziness and being severely disillusioned at my own beard growing prospects.

-Pat

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Barack Obama with Wilco

-chris

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Senior year of school I took a creative writing class.  This is how I ended my first paper:

He approached John and took a huge swing at him, hitting him in the head with a giant, 12-inch, hot pink dildo.
David then stepped over his body and walked out of the store wielding his weapon, ready to take on the angels.

Before the final draft was due I had to meet with a feedback group made up of a small selection of my classmates.  The first student to offer some comments kept it vague, either he didn’t want to be very critical of me or he didn’t read the story. The majority of the people followed suit, passing on the opportunity to tear my paper apart.
The only person to offer any real criticism was a shy girl, who looked at the floor when she told me she, “didn’t like the ending. With the dildo.”

-Pat

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rock with ALF

I received a vision electric hum and glow
Beating wings of angels
sending star to and fro
And way out on the outskirts
of forgotten time
They trample down the fences
So to lose their minds
And so it goes
The only trouble is we never know
Still looking for a reason
But I’m not quite sure
That I’ll like the answer
But as long as we’re together
We’re safe in the arms of love

Way across the valley on the mountain side
Poets write of dying
and they drink black wine
They dream about a hero
with broken wings
And dance to join the devil
But it’s not what ti seems
and so it goes
The only trouble is we never know
Still looking for a reason
But I’m not quite sure
That I’ll like the answer
But as long as we’re together
We’re safe in the arms of love

Stepped ot of my shadows
To kiss your sould so full of sky
Said you’d know why
Love that has no ending
Just a joy that keeps on giving love
Said that’s right

And so it goes
The only trouble is we never know
Still looking for a reason
But I’m not quite sure
That I’ll like the answer
but as long as we’re together
We’re safe in the arms of love
Yeah, the arms of love

-chris

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For some reason this song strongly reminds me of Christmas.  Probably my favorite carol.

-Pat

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I find myself being overwhelmed by flashes of pride in circumstances that warrant no such thing.

Last night I spent several minutes mulling over whether to listen to music on my iPod or to watch TV. After a very intense internal debate I decided to go for the music. Only then did i realize that the device was just out of my grasp on the night stand. I reached, stretched, and clawed towards it for what seemed like hours. Finally after using a magazine to improve my wingspan the iPod was in my hands and a smile was plastered so hard onto my face I almost broke my cheeks.

It was at this point that I realized I also needed to connect my headphones…IN THE DARK!

I was crushed to say the least.

Then I remembered an episode of Man Vs. Wild in which the calm and collected Bear Ghrylls informed the viewer that peripheral vision is best to use during night. I tilted my head away from the iPod and focused on it through the corner of my squinting eye…and I found it! The hole was idly sitting on top of the mp3 player begging to be stuffed. I threw the headphones in with minimal fumbling and finally my evening plan was complete.

Then I couldn’t even concentrate on the music because I was far too impressed and proud of myself for all the work I did. I can’t tell if this means I’m too egotistical or too insecure.

-Pat

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