By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully March 1, 2006 at 5:39AM
No offense to anyone, but I think I'm going to take a stand and opt out of that whole handshake/half-hug greeting/goodbye exchange from now on. Don't get me wrong, I was raised on hip-hop culture (listening to the Fat Boys while mowing the lawn, going to see Whodini/LL Cool J/Run-DMC at the Baltimore Arena in sixth grade, currently obsessed with Ghostface and MF Doom and Edan, etc.). It's just that if I like you enough to half-hug you, then why don't we just full hug? And on the other side of the coin, if I don't know you, do we really need to HUG, even half-huggingly speaking? I mean, I'll drop some funky handshake stylings like it ain't no thang, I just think this industry standard handshake half-hug thing isn't super sincere. I know I don't have much authority in these matters, but my vote is for the entire concept to be extinguished.
Also, and this means even less, but I fucking LOVE Colgate toothpaste. I don't know what it is, but it just feels sooooo right to me. My day is noticeably darker if I'm unable to experience Colgate in the morning. Josh Levine prevented my trip to Rotterdam from completely derailing by presenting me with a tiny travel tube that he had nonchalantly thrown into his bag when I realized that I'd forgotten mine. I felt like I'd just passed a kidney stone.
Other products that I would have absolutely no problem endorsing, if given the opportunity: Nike's Air Force 1, Converse's Jack Purcell, 7-11's Slurpee, Mountain Dew's Code Red, Olde English 800, M&M's, and that's all for now. I'm really glad I got that off my chest.
Oh, speaking of Mountain Dew, I'm trying to track down the new product, MDX, which has like five of those energy boosters added to the mix. That shit will be like snorting crack! It sounds like a joke, but I seriously can't wait to try it: www.benocturnal.com
I've had more than a handful of dreams over the past several months in which I've returned to work at the grocery store where I worked throughout high school (Weis Markets, Inc., for you mid-Atlantic souls). I'm starting to get worried. Please, somebody--Hollywood, Indieville, anyone!--save me from being forced to take a part-time job there in order to claw my way out of debt. Fortunately, the painting business seems to be in full swing, but if that dries up, I might be forced to return to the place where I was born. And I'd really rather if that didn't happen, for really rather obvious reasons.
The more I listen to "Destroyer's Rubies" the more it blows me away. The strange thing is the lyrics and songs actually make sense to me this time around, which has never happened before. So there's an added emotional wallop to what is already a mind-blowing experience. Who would have thought, ten short years ago, that Merge Records would be the most admirable and exciting label in music? I mean, they always did their thing, but this is getting ridiculous. Or should I say ridiculously good.
More yummy festival news coming your way soon regarding the little-movie-that-could, COCAINE ANGEL. I'm hoping to post all that goodness before I pack up the car and hit the road next Wednesday, when the SXSW journey begins.
And now i'm going to appreciate this amazing spring-like day by shooting baskets in the driveway. I work at 5:30, but until then, Relaxation Nation it is...