what we have here is a failure to communicate

My new favorite toy, without a doubt, has got to be Grooveshark. There’s no better way to avoid house improvement projects and difficult blog posts (my review of Vilnius Poker…) than by being the DJ at my own exclusive nightly club, where Iggy Pop’s Lust for Life is followed by Leo Sayer’s Long Tall Glasses, and John Lee Hooker’s Boom Boom comes hot on Tom Sawyer‘s heels (Rush). My only patrons are my enamored boyfriend – who thinks my ability to dig up the “Cajun song” from the movie Southern Comfort (Parlez-nous A Boire by The Balfa Freres) makes me some kind of genius – and my two cats, who eye my sweet dance moves with undisguised puzzlement. Maybe they’re just worried that in my enthusiasm for Jump (The Pointer Sisters) I’m going to slosh scotch on them. They need not fear – I do not spill Glenlivet.

I have book reviews and movie reviews coming soon, as well as more relevant things to post about, but for now I will put myself to bed with the sweet lullaby of John Bonham’s drum solo in Moby Dick. 🙂