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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Mirror ConspRemember my little ode to Sade a few months back? Originally, my idea for that one was to simply embed the song – really any Sade song will do – and type, “It works.” I figured if there was ever a ‘Nuff Said moment outside a Marvel comic book, that was it. Well, that particular column and idea were actually originally conceived for this band, and specifically this song, from this album.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Pit NinjaFile this one under: Ninja Fail.

Way back when Type O Negative’s second album, October Rust came out, they toured through Chicago a lot. And I think I went to see them every time. That’s how much I loved that band – still do. One of the shows I remember best was Type O and Life of Agony at Chicago’s Vic Theatre. It was a great show, Peter Steele in fine form as usual, a constantly likeable front man who both intimidated and amused the crowd. On this tour, the band mostly played tracks from October Rust and Bloody Kisses, tapping into only two songs from their debut album, Slow, Deep and Hard. Great show. But we’re not really here to talk about Type O Negative. We’re here to talk about fighting.

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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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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.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

The Cure - Boys Don't CryAdmittedly, this one may be a little bit on the nose. How could I resist though?

Drinking, Fighting, Fucking and Crying Title

Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Full Custom Gospel SoundsStatement: You can drink to most any music, but not all music was crafted to drink to.

Furthermore, there is some music specifically made to accompany the act of drinking and, perhaps more specifically, intoxication.

Elaboration: If I’m having a couple of beers I can toss anything on. When I’m with my friends in Chicago, the ones I grew up with, the ones I socked it out in the Schlitz Family Robinson with, then it’s a different thing, and it’s going to require a different soundtrack.

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