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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Leave your hat onI was never able to go in for much of the one night stand kind of thing. If I dug a girl enough to sleep with her, well, I’d like her to hang around a bit and see what happens. That said, I also got burned a few times, and this helped me to relax my teenage years’ overt neediness when it came to forging relationships with later in life. By my late 20s I was pretty comfortable with who I was, and despite a dry spell that lasted an insanely long amount of time at the turn of the century, this newfound personal ease led to a series of ‘friends with benefits’ situations, all of which coalesced into a bit of a mess while I was a bartender, indulging in a little bit more of the ‘night life’ than what I had previously been used to.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Screen Shot 2018-04-12 at 11.14.07 PMInitially, I think I lumped Len’s “Steal My Sunshine” in with all the sugar ray bullshit from the late-90s era of music, especially all the stuff from “Socal.” However… this isn’t the worst song in the world. In fact, when a certain reverie comes over me, I actually quite like it; as long as I don’t listen too hard to any of the lyrics outside of the chorus. Does the fact that I dig this song even a little bit surprise you? Because at times like this, when I’ve just returned from watching a concert film of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds performing for 2 1/2 hours, it sure as hell surprises me. But Steal My Sunshine is a fairly innocuous pop song, and a lot of those fit into my world view just fine. In fact, this one has a special place in my heart, first making its inroads into my heart about the time I saw the movie Go! in the late 1990s. Why? Well, let me explain how and when I first came to enjoy that slightly bandwagony but still clever, Tarantino-esque film and how it insinuated itself into my life. Then maybe you’ll understand. Or at the very least, maybe I will.

The Joup Friday Album: The Geraldine Fibbers

Geraldine FibbersCarla Bozulich is a powerhouse vocalist and the Geraldine Fibbers are one of the great, unsung bands swept up and then forgotten by the “Alternative Music” tide of the mid-90s. Lost Somewhere Between the Earth and My Home has its more rudimentary moments, but overall this is a snapshot of a band poised to become something greater.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Iwan Rebroff Na SdarowjeI don’t remember exactly how it happened. I suspect at some point in our early 20’s, Joup’s Sonny Vitkauskas must have found an old copy of Iwan Rebroff’s Na Sdarowje on vinyl in his grandmother’s record collection. Something like that. He borrowed the piece and brought it home, saving it for a time when he could spring this record on his friends in the heat of intoxication. Why? You ask. That’s the cover I’ve embedded here – look at this guy! He is PIED. tell me if you came across that in your house you wouldn’t be intrigued. Liar! Of course you would – we certainly were. So on one stoned night in the early-90s Brown, Sonny, and I huddled around a turntable and laughed our asses off. I mean, this Rebroff guy is DRUNK. Not only is he drunk, he’s celebrating being drunk. He’s getting drunk to celebrate being drunk.

The Joup Friday Album: No Age-Snares Like A Haircut

No age snaresTen years ago a multi-colored, noisy yet still somehow pop-inclined punk band made a significant splash in the underground music scene. I’m talking about the record Nouns by the L.A. based duo No Age. This wasn’t my first exposure to the band; that came in the form of the almost equally brilliant follow-up, 2010’s ‘Everything In Between,’ a more polished take on the band’s sound. After falling in love with ‘In Between,’ I embarked on the journey every music nerd takes once they discover a band that’s new to them: I checked out No Age’s old shit.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and … Moving?

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Yeah, I missed Thursday’s post, which in the continuity of this column should have been ‘Drinking’. And yet, here I am, 1:39 AM and I happen to be doing just that. Drinking. I would have to be. I’ve been up for almost 24 hours, my mind an ever open loop set to finally close tomorrow because, ladies and gentlemen, I am moving! Moving after 11 years and 11 months in the same place. That’s… well, it’s maybe worth missing a post for.

Maybe.

The Joup Friday Album: Catholic Action – In Memory Of

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I listen to music all day long. Terrible, terrible music. My workplace plays a “lite hits” satellite radio station all day, making sure that I’m well-acquainted with the latest by Kelly Clarkson, Maroon 5, and Jason Mraz. I wake up with these terrible songs stuck in my head every morning. I get excited when they play some 80s wuss rock trash like Kenny Loggins or REO Speedwagon because it’s still a million times better than the contemporary stuff. I look forward to December every year because I will gladly take Christmas music over this crap.

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