I love it when music finds me at the right time and I don't have to do any work. I was getting sick of all my CDs and suddenly my friend Ay swoops in with a disc of ditties that I've not been able to stop listening to for two straight days. I've not even been able to pause it for long enough to listen to another CD she made me.
I sure hope that if you were in Nashville tonight (the 18th), you saw Thao Nguyen at The End.
Friday Random Ten — Out of Stuff to Write About Edition
1. "The Medicine" — The Jazz June 2. "Turn Into" — Yeah Yeah Yeahs 3. "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" — Queen 4. "Big Dipper" — Built to Spill 5. "All I Could Do Is Cry" — Etta James 6. "The New Year" — Death Cab for Cutie 7. "Let's Stay Together" — Al Green 8. "Blue Skies" — Albert Hammond Jr. 9. "Modern Girls and Old Fashioned Men" — The Strokes feat. Regina Spektor 10. "Non-Photo Blue" — Pinback
No. 2:
Not really sure why I haven't seen these guys live yet...
Forgot my real camera. Forgot to take a real picture. So here's a lovely crapphone view of my desk at work. I'll let you guess what's going on in that picture on my computer.
See, Lesley had to come into town and distract me with lunch at the Pizza Cafe (which I lurve despite my general wishy-washiness toward pizza) and tales of her mother and her mother's crazy cats; crazy garden-destroying wildlife; Memphis men; Nashville's lack of good ethnic food; starting your own business; and lots of other good stuff (did I punctuate that sentence even close to correctly?). And, later that night, she introduced me to FreakEngine, a Memphis improv comedy troupe that's been around for ten years but yet that I've never once checked out (stupid, because it was a good time, especially since I somehow accidentally made it inside without paying the $5 admission fee). I happened to catch Dominic Dierkes, Memphis native and current member of Derrick Comedy, in a homecoming performance with the troupe. He was hilarious. They all were. Until the audience got to play along and improv during "freeze tag." Then it was kind of weird and tense. Because I was never really sure who was on crack and who wasn't. And most people in the audience just aren't fucking funny.
Anyway, it doesn't matter, because I laughed way too much to let random wiseasses from the audience (including the gargantuan seat-stealer) taint the night.
The kitties have taken over Felix's tube, and right now, they can sort of fit into it (it takes more effort for Jack to get in there as he's a big 'un).
And they are mesmerized by the most hypnotic, most annoying cat toy ever (er, at least so far):
