Everything after Garlands was a drastic shift. It's a bit difficult of an album to get through if one is not in a complete chainsmokingly-and-lackadaisically-filled-with-hatred-and-gloom kind of mood. I have to agree with most modern mainstream criticism about Garlands since it essentially becomes unlistenable after the first couple of plays.

However, Head Over Heels? A stroke of genius. Okay, not quite, but close. Really, really close. It's such a leap from their original point of departure (there are melodies! and rhythms! and beats that vary from song to song!) that it bears reminding to oneself that the same band made both albums.

The differentiation is particularly distinct in comparing both the most intensely mood-damaging tracks and the most upbeat, respectively:

At any rate, I fucking love them through and through.



Dear Cat,
While you know that my undying devotion is of a wholly genuine place in my heart, I have to admit that I find it less than endearing when I am put upon a position into which it is inevitable for you to avoid placing your fundamental hilt in my immediate visage.




Seriously wistful.


sugar babe

This has been making me extraordinarily happy of late. 

My mp3 gadget accidentally fell into a cup of coffee on my way to work one morning, so I've only had miscellaneous compact discs to listen to in the car. I found a old, scratched copy of Goo that I used to sneak in the stereo at my old job and it's been a pleasure to revisit it.
Despite owning the Goo videos VHS tape, I don't remember this video at all or I at least didn't spend as much time with it as I have the past week. My favorite things about it, in no particular order, are: Lee knitting and perusing a nerdular book on the elements, Steve being the most adorable drummer in the world, Steve eating a sandwich, Steve walking around with a periodic table, Steve's glasses, the cat (obviously), the light in the bedroom, the Bart, and I have to admit that Kim and Thurston making out is entertaining, if not entirely hot.



I had forgotten about this for awhile.


Much of the time I sit around my house, and falsely reminisce about what it must have been like to have lived in such-and-such-time and in such-and-such-place and how it inevitably must have been better than present circumstances; not that much different than your average creatively-minded type who too often is prone to attaching themselves to ideas of velleity. That type of thinking is utterly useless, of course. I probably would have been sitting around my house, drinking coffee, and bitching to no one in particular that everything is sub-par as usual and that I should have been born in a different decade, because then only then would I have become a fabulously sought-after, legs-up-to-here cabaret dancer, a business mogul with my hands running five megaevil corporations and seven vacation houses on nine private islands, or an independently wealthy eccentric who likes to fly helicopters around public places with a megaphone in one hand and a bottle of cheap liquor in the other screaming to innocent passersby that I am indeed god himself. Yes, what fun all that would have been - especially with a highly trained chimpanzee named Edward by my side. 

However, nothing quite makes for wistful days at lame, soul-sucking jobs like daydreaming about what it would have been like to start a successful dotcom., a recent favorite of mine (yeah, yeah, I know it hasn't been updated since 2001), is prime material for those "what could have been if I had had the chance to be the successful Arnold Rimmer!" moments.

This article is dated by now, as well, but I don't care. Enjoy.