May the phone not ring, and the breakroom not stink
May the copier not offer any resistance
Here’s to another, week under the belt
And at 5PM the traffic not vociferous
For there’s beer in the fridge, or soda or tea
If there’s anything better I can’t think of it
The week’s been a shit, this much I know
There’s no other words I can say
But the garage door is up, the wife’s filled me cup
Christ, thank God it’s Friday – J. “Hub” McHenry
I’m pretty much out of words today. It’s been a pretty terrible week all around. People arguing about guns, people mourning yet another large group of innocent lives taken by the hand of a lunatic, and we lost an American treasure in Tom Petty. I woke up this morning feeling like shit. Achy, stomach sour, and just a general feeling of malaise. But goddammit, it’s Friday and I’m not going to let a little ick in the gut ruin that. My oldest is coming home for the weekend and I took Monday off so I’m happy about that. I’ve also got lots of music to indulge in over the weekend(which you’ll hear about I’m sure.)
So despite the shit storm yet another week in 2017 has brought us I’m going to try and appreciate what I’ve got and who I’ve got to enjoy it with. Time is limited on this rock. How limited? Well, we don’t really know. We’ve just gotta enjoy each one like it could end tomorrow. Let ’em know you love ’em. Take care of yourself. Savor that cup of coffee. Indulge in a piece of cheesecake. Get outside and breathe in that fresh air. Throw the ball with your kids. Watch a movie someone wants to watch, even though you may not want to. Take time to read that book you’ve been meaning to read. Make yourself as well-rounded of a human being as you can. Shove as much knowledge into your head as you can before your skull blows open. Even then, keep shoveling it in. You don’t have to love your neighbor, but at least wave at ’em when you cross paths, you jerk.
And most of all my lovelies, Happy F*****g Friday.
Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a nice heavy stout poured into a pint glass, your favorite slippers hugging your feet, and a record on the turntable?
Sure, that sounds nice.
Maybe a pizza in the oven and cue up something on the old telly perhaps? Maybe a Netflix feature, or binge watch Andy Griffith while under the influence of LSD?
Hey, you might be onto something. But I’m fresh out of LSD.
Hmm, then perhaps put on a ski mask and chase the kids around the house with a butcher knife while screaming “YOU TOUCHED MY BOYD’S BEARS!! YOU VIOLATED MY TRUST!! YOU WILL PAY!!”
Nah. We did that last weekend.
Okay. Then this Friday should be a little different. This Friday should be enjoyed with a different kind of weird. This Friday should be enjoyed with The Chickening.
Shut up. Let me explain. Imagine The Shining directed by Tim and Eric on Nitrous Oxide. Imagine Stephen King’s The Shining reimagined as some twisted chicken commercial, and the little boy Danny having the voice of a street-wise mook from Brooklyn, pencil-thin mustache and all. Imagine…
You know what? You can’t even begin to imagine The Chickening. You just need to watch it. This is your Friday Zen. Please enjoy, and have a great weekend.
It’s Friday night. There are four 14 year old girls giggling uncontrollably in the living room and I’m delegated to my bedroom to type this. Why can’t I go out there and take my seat back? Am I afraid of their laughing and somewhat distressing way of communication(quiet, loud, quiet…they’re like the Pixies.) I guess there’s no shame in admitting I don’t understand them. I’m just the guy that puts the frozen pizzas in the oven and appears when they’re done to clean up after them.
Such is life.
I’ve got some Sam Adams Cream Stout and some Olivia Tremor Control on the turntable. Well, it’s waiting for me to spin it anyways. They’re out there in my vinyl spinning area talking about “Steven Donley” and someone named “Sam”. It’s hard to here what they’re really talking about between the shrill cackling. There was also talk of Christian rap and, “Chase”? I don’t know.
Oh, it’s like The Pixies again. Quiet….quiet….quiet….quiet….LOUD!
I think I’ll get used to insignificance. Eventually. Oh s**t, they’re talking about boobs. Where the hell are my headphones. Kraftwerk, take me away! I don’t even think those German weirdos could drown out the talking and munching and teenage pomposity that’s going on out there right now….
You know, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Our oldest was supposed to go over to HER girlfriend’s house. The two youngest already had plans to ditch us. It was going to be a nice quiet evening with the wife and I. Some spirits, some grub, and some Roku entertainment. Well, that quickly backfired when my oldest asked my wife if she could have a couple friends over to OUR house, as the plans to go to her pal’s place fell through.
So much for a quiet evening.
They’re eating. The hullabaloo has quieted down for the mom….no wait. They can be loud eating, too.
I’ll send the dog to the kitchen for more beer since my son is gone. Come here, boy! Come here! Daddy needs another brew….
No vegemite sandwiches tonight. Just some New Belgium Trippel and some Boards of Canada.
So, how’s everybody’s week been? I have to say that this week was a hell of a week. Every night I’ve come home I’ve felt beaten up. Work was crazy, so Friday is a welcomed thing for me. It always is, but especially this week. It’s a good thing I have plenty of new music to ease me out of the 9 to 5 hustle.
I’m still reeling from Record Store Day and the great albums I was able to get. Last weekend the wife and I headed over to Fort Wayne and I grabbed the LCD Soundsystem box set. It’s the unabridged 5LP box set of their entire Madison Square Garden final gig. Let me just say that James Murphy did an amazing job mixing it. It is probably one of the most stunning sounding records I now own. It’s 3+ hours of music is something to behold. I thank my lovely wife for allowing me to indulge in something so pricey. But really, for the green they wanted for this set it was a damn good deal. Then on Monday I went to my local brick n’ mortar and picked up two more aural nuggets.
First was the Of Montreal RSD release, their reissue of Satanic Panic In The Attic on double blue and yellow vinyl. A band I’ve loved ever since buying Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer in 2007. A great album filled with Kevin Barnes doing his version of acid-tinged bubble gum dance pop. Album one is the original release, while album two is seven tracks recorded at the same time the original record was recorded but were never used. A great addition to my Of Monteal collection, which includes three of their later albums(I’m one of just a couple people that LOVED Paralytic Stalks.)
And last but not least Causa Sui’s Summer Sessions finally came in after being backordered. If you’re not familiar with Causa Sui and you love psych rock, Can, and Bitches Brew-era Miles then you need to get familiar with them. A four-piece out of Denmark these guys are the real deal. Summer Sessions consists of three LPs filled with some amazing, introspective jams. They find a groove in “Visions Of Summer” and don’t let it go for nearly 21 minutes. One whole album side. It’s something to get lost in. All three albums are very distinctive, but you know who you’re hearing from the get go. I have their Live At Freak Valley waiting for me as well. I’ll get that tomorrow hopefully.
So yes it’s been a rough week work-wise, but thanks to the power of music, vinyl, New Belgium Brewing Company, and my cool dog Otto, I’m gonna get through it just fine.