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3.24.2004 posted by William 11:23 link |
I'm posting from work because I don't have much to do right now, and I can get away with it. Also, I think the whiskey from last night is still in charge.
In the summer of 1995 or 1996, my cousin put a TV in the beach house my extended family uses. This was a fairly big deal, as there had never been a TV there before (for ten years, there wasn't even a phone). One late night Brandon and I were up and we turned it on and realized that the TV was getting basic cable, which was a big deal b/c we'd never had that back home, ever. We flipped around to MTV because it was still cool back then and I was just starting to get into popular music so I wanted to see some videos, but what we found was two sock puppets singing this really weird song about counting. They cracked us up, and thus we discovered Sifl & Olly. Each night for the rest of the vacation we tuned in. After the vacation, no more Sifl & Olly. Fast forward a few years, and I'm a sophomore in college and I hear one of my friends, Christian or Dan or Matt, I don't remember, use the term "crescent fresh." I try to remember where I've heard that odd yet somehow perfect pairing of words before, and I come up with it: "Hey, you watched Sifl & Olly?!" Turns out they had all watched it. And courtesy of Napster we were able to reacquaint ourselves with classic tunes from the show like Llama School, Prostitute Laundry, and, of course, United States of Whatever. Fast forward a few more years, and I'm scanning news websites like I do each morning, and I find this article. (Please read the article now, or at least scan it.) I want to be Liam Lynch: write silly, brilliant (silliant? brilly?) songs in my home studio; have one of them that I recorded in one take reach #9 on the British charts; get discovered by both remaining Beatles -- not by them together, but by each one separately; have Jack Black come to my house to write a script and play video games. I mean, holy shit, that's like the perfect life. OK, I think the whiskey's ready to cede control, so I'm off to the bathroom. |
