Joup Confessions… Alan Parson’s Eye in the Sky

Alan ParsonsI love Alan Parsons Project’s Eye in the Sky. I mean, really truly love it. Not in the way I love Sticky Fingers, or the second side of Down on the Upside, or the new Afghan Whigs record, but I love it nonetheless. It’s not something I can listen to often – probably because it sometimes induces narcoleptic seizures in me, many of which are followed by or experienced alongside dry mouth, diarrhea, really brutal rashes that resemble K.D. Lang profile. Sometimes these rashes occur on my stomach and then I scratch them and my abdomen bleeds and the friction from that can sometimes – TMI I know – cause prolonged erections, fits of rage or thoughts of suicide (it’s kinda nice when those three all occur at once because it feels like the description I once heard a homeless man give of a party he attended in 1985 at George the Animal Steele’s house, a party where there were people dressed in and snorting copious amounts of denim, staples, vanilla extract, Monster energy drink, Gordon’s fish sticks, and raw, smashed unsalted peanuts. Smashed like with a ball peen hammer.

Sh!t Song of the Week “Eye in the Sky”

Alan ParsonsHave you ever been driving in traffic trying to find something halfway decent to listen to on the radio? There is a station in Chicago called 87.7 Me TV FM and it is a go to on my presets when I am looking for oldies or something to clear my head after a loud day. Maybe one minute you will hear “Brandy” by Looking Glass, “Lonely Too Long” by the Rascals or some Motown stuff like a song by Marvin Gaye or the Supremes. However, seven times out of ten I hear some really bad songs and they wind up getting stuck in my head and it seems like the bad songs dig deeper in to your psyche and become perpetual earworms.

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