It’s Just Sex and Drugs and Rock n’ Roll.
Ian Dury once put it so eloquently, “Sex and Drugs and Rock n’ Roll. It’s all my brain and body needs. Sex and Drugs and Rock n’ Roll are very good indeed.” Well, the former and the latter were not present on my weekend home, but the middle item was certainly present. The best part of my recent trip home was the meals. Hands down, I ate like a king, and I am now bloated like the only American king, (Elvis, dickhead). Let me give you the rundown.
Thursday’s Are For Driving.
The Zangrilli sisters picked me up from work and we hit the road around 4:30pm. We were hoping to miss some traffic by leaving on Thursday; unfortunately every other New Yorker had the same idea. The ride home took us for ever. We didn’t get back to State College until 10pm or so. Christie drove the whole way home while Julia dowsed in and out of sleep and I played Dj. We arrived at their house and said hello to their rents before the second leg of my trip which was a half hour ride with my older sister back to her house. My little sister was waiting to start the third and final leg of my long trip home. Rachel gave us a tour of her new digs before we hit the road.
I finally crossed the threshold of old 203 around 11:30pm and mom greeted me with sleepy excitement. We exchanged a few words before she went up to bed and I went down to Trevor’s house. Trevor is definitely my solid when it comes to Clearfield. He took me to a bar where we talked football with this kid who graduated a few years ahead of us. Hanging out at a bar in Clearfield can guarantee you one of three things: see a bar fight, hear someone use racial slurs, or get hit on by a slutty looking mother. Tonight we were graced by the middle selection. Being home is glorious.
We made our way back to Trevor’s and my boy Matty showed up. We did drugs and talked about drugs until the sun came up. Soooo glorious.
The Rest Is A Blur.
After that evening the rest of the trip blurred into one big mess. The next morning, Christine and I watched School of Rock before heading to Walmart because we wanted to get a dorky picture together for Mom. It never happened because the assholes at Walfart told us we didn’t need a reservation, then when we showed up, they told us they were booked solid. What the fuck is that? So we went home and had a huge dinner with the family and Trevor. That night we went to Evan’s house to hang out with some kids he brought home from school along with all of Evan’s little sister’s friends. Trevor was doing quite well with the little girls before I left, but it didn’t pan out. Sucks for him.
The next day was ridiculous. I sat on our couch and watched 3 movies: Matchstick Men, Runaway Jury and Missing. All three were decent, but it was a complete waste of the day. Why wasn’t I out in the wilderness enjoying some of God’s country? Oh yeah, because I was on vacation. Trevor came over for our Easter Meal where my sister wanted to say grace, but everyone was pretty creped out by the request. Not wanting my little sister to feel weird about her call for pray, I raised my beer and said a toast something to the effect of, “To a good meal, a great family, our health, fast cars and fast women.” After the meal I retired back to the couch to watch the Knicks game and to drift into the end of the weekend.
Could This Get Worse?
Sunday I woke up and said goodbye before Trevor and I hit the road. We picked up the Zangrilli sisters a few stops down on Interstate 80. We got back to the city by 6pm and at this time my head cold had really picked up. For this reason I spent the night on the couch watching more TV. So much TV. I need some rock.
I’d like to think that going home has some profound effect on what I’m doing here in the city, but the fact remains is that everything is so fucking confusing these days. Reasoning seems muddled. Decisions seem forced. Everything is Bullshit. But at least I don’t have to hear any more “Fag” jokes.
My favorite part of the weekend was the discussion I had with my mother about "Rap Singers," also known as people who sing rap or singers of the rap.
Could Monday Be Festive?
If my trip to Norm's comes up roses. They usually have DVD's on sale prior to their release date, so I'm going to walk over there at lunch to see if they have Kill Bill Volume 1 for sale yet. I'll report back later, but if they do have it, whose down for a 186 hang with a bitching film?
Linkage For The Soul.
How do I get tickets to this? Who has connections in the film industry? Hook a brother up. RIP Joe.
The Times has a great profile and small review of Modest Mouse's new record Good News for People Who Love Bad News. If someone has a copy, I'd appreciate a burn! I'll trade you for anything in my catalog. Modest Mouse also sat down with the A.V. Club in last week's Onion.
Dolf Datsun hurt his pretty little head.
The day I return from Coachella will also be the day I buy the new David Cross record.
The Times follows the Secret Machines around during a recent trip to LA.
CNN talks with Snow Patrol about their upcoming U.S. invasion. This time they are bringing it full on.
If you are like me, you like golf. It's good to see pretty boy Phil finally win a major.
Pour Morrissey. Pour, pour Morrissey.
TV on the Radio make the leap across the pond. They have signed to 4AD who will put out their debut record in the UK and Europe. Did anyone see the shows this weekend? How were they?
On the car ride home, the girls and I were discussing whether or not Speakerboxx/Love Below was a break up album. Outkast seems to be doing the same thing.
Does anyone want to learn TV Eye and then release it as our own single? We could be rockstars.
Spin puts together a comprehensive list of albums that Kurt would have told you to buy, but they seem to skip over two of his favorite acts. How could you miss the Melvins and the Wipers? Those bands ruled Kurt's stereo.
According to the Sun, today is Rock n' Roll's 50th birthday so in honor of that, they recall 50 shows that rocked.
Today's Ipod Mix included: The Unicorns, Ghost Mountain; The Jackson 5, Sugar Daddy; The Agenda, Crash! Crash!; Bouncing Souls, Neurotic; The Beatles, I am the Walrus; Comet Gain, Kids at the Club; ESG, Tiny Sticks; Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Y Control.
Ian Dury once put it so eloquently, “Sex and Drugs and Rock n’ Roll. It’s all my brain and body needs. Sex and Drugs and Rock n’ Roll are very good indeed.” Well, the former and the latter were not present on my weekend home, but the middle item was certainly present. The best part of my recent trip home was the meals. Hands down, I ate like a king, and I am now bloated like the only American king, (Elvis, dickhead). Let me give you the rundown.
Thursday’s Are For Driving.
The Zangrilli sisters picked me up from work and we hit the road around 4:30pm. We were hoping to miss some traffic by leaving on Thursday; unfortunately every other New Yorker had the same idea. The ride home took us for ever. We didn’t get back to State College until 10pm or so. Christie drove the whole way home while Julia dowsed in and out of sleep and I played Dj. We arrived at their house and said hello to their rents before the second leg of my trip which was a half hour ride with my older sister back to her house. My little sister was waiting to start the third and final leg of my long trip home. Rachel gave us a tour of her new digs before we hit the road.
I finally crossed the threshold of old 203 around 11:30pm and mom greeted me with sleepy excitement. We exchanged a few words before she went up to bed and I went down to Trevor’s house. Trevor is definitely my solid when it comes to Clearfield. He took me to a bar where we talked football with this kid who graduated a few years ahead of us. Hanging out at a bar in Clearfield can guarantee you one of three things: see a bar fight, hear someone use racial slurs, or get hit on by a slutty looking mother. Tonight we were graced by the middle selection. Being home is glorious.
We made our way back to Trevor’s and my boy Matty showed up. We did drugs and talked about drugs until the sun came up. Soooo glorious.
The Rest Is A Blur.
After that evening the rest of the trip blurred into one big mess. The next morning, Christine and I watched School of Rock before heading to Walmart because we wanted to get a dorky picture together for Mom. It never happened because the assholes at Walfart told us we didn’t need a reservation, then when we showed up, they told us they were booked solid. What the fuck is that? So we went home and had a huge dinner with the family and Trevor. That night we went to Evan’s house to hang out with some kids he brought home from school along with all of Evan’s little sister’s friends. Trevor was doing quite well with the little girls before I left, but it didn’t pan out. Sucks for him.
The next day was ridiculous. I sat on our couch and watched 3 movies: Matchstick Men, Runaway Jury and Missing. All three were decent, but it was a complete waste of the day. Why wasn’t I out in the wilderness enjoying some of God’s country? Oh yeah, because I was on vacation. Trevor came over for our Easter Meal where my sister wanted to say grace, but everyone was pretty creped out by the request. Not wanting my little sister to feel weird about her call for pray, I raised my beer and said a toast something to the effect of, “To a good meal, a great family, our health, fast cars and fast women.” After the meal I retired back to the couch to watch the Knicks game and to drift into the end of the weekend.
Could This Get Worse?
Sunday I woke up and said goodbye before Trevor and I hit the road. We picked up the Zangrilli sisters a few stops down on Interstate 80. We got back to the city by 6pm and at this time my head cold had really picked up. For this reason I spent the night on the couch watching more TV. So much TV. I need some rock.
I’d like to think that going home has some profound effect on what I’m doing here in the city, but the fact remains is that everything is so fucking confusing these days. Reasoning seems muddled. Decisions seem forced. Everything is Bullshit. But at least I don’t have to hear any more “Fag” jokes.
My favorite part of the weekend was the discussion I had with my mother about "Rap Singers," also known as people who sing rap or singers of the rap.
Could Monday Be Festive?
If my trip to Norm's comes up roses. They usually have DVD's on sale prior to their release date, so I'm going to walk over there at lunch to see if they have Kill Bill Volume 1 for sale yet. I'll report back later, but if they do have it, whose down for a 186 hang with a bitching film?
Linkage For The Soul.
How do I get tickets to this? Who has connections in the film industry? Hook a brother up. RIP Joe.
The Times has a great profile and small review of Modest Mouse's new record Good News for People Who Love Bad News. If someone has a copy, I'd appreciate a burn! I'll trade you for anything in my catalog. Modest Mouse also sat down with the A.V. Club in last week's Onion.
Dolf Datsun hurt his pretty little head.
The day I return from Coachella will also be the day I buy the new David Cross record.
The Times follows the Secret Machines around during a recent trip to LA.
CNN talks with Snow Patrol about their upcoming U.S. invasion. This time they are bringing it full on.
If you are like me, you like golf. It's good to see pretty boy Phil finally win a major.
Pour Morrissey. Pour, pour Morrissey.
TV on the Radio make the leap across the pond. They have signed to 4AD who will put out their debut record in the UK and Europe. Did anyone see the shows this weekend? How were they?
On the car ride home, the girls and I were discussing whether or not Speakerboxx/Love Below was a break up album. Outkast seems to be doing the same thing.
Does anyone want to learn TV Eye and then release it as our own single? We could be rockstars.
Spin puts together a comprehensive list of albums that Kurt would have told you to buy, but they seem to skip over two of his favorite acts. How could you miss the Melvins and the Wipers? Those bands ruled Kurt's stereo.
According to the Sun, today is Rock n' Roll's 50th birthday so in honor of that, they recall 50 shows that rocked.
Today's Ipod Mix included: The Unicorns, Ghost Mountain; The Jackson 5, Sugar Daddy; The Agenda, Crash! Crash!; Bouncing Souls, Neurotic; The Beatles, I am the Walrus; Comet Gain, Kids at the Club; ESG, Tiny Sticks; Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Y Control.
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