Futile Horn

07.13.2003 - 4:43 pm (ball and a biscuit)

So last night my worst nightmare was realized. I was driving home from work with the radio on. They were interviewing some singer, and they were talking about how the guitarist learned to play old Delta blues for the new album. And they played an old Robert Johnson song, and I thought it sounded really cool, so I turned up the volume. And then the host said, “Here with our guest today, John Mellenchamp.” I nearly committed seppuku on the spot. Sigh, the one day I don’t have my ninja sword in the car.

Last night was really busy. The bar completely filled and spilled into half the restaurant. All the kegs emptied at once, and the bottles moved so fast I had to bring extra bins full. I’d probably still be there restacking, but we sold so much I didn’t have anything to restack with. Oh, and bottles seemed to be spontaneously exploding. There was a lot of broken glass to clean up. On the plus side, I made a little extra money and at the end of the night I smelled great! A little bit like everybody, you might say.

I am a bad person because I want to see Pirates of the Caribbean. I had been slightly curious about the origin of the word, but then I stumbled across it recently. It’s from the Greek, peirates.

I caught part of the piece on E! about the film, and Johnny Depp says pirates were the rockstars of their day – which is why he says he made a conscious effort to play the part like Keith Richards.

I’ve also been watching a little bit of VH1 lately, and on the top 100 lists for both best videos and one hit wonders was “Bittersweet Symphony,” for which we are reminded the Verve made no money because they lifted the orchestral bit from the Stones without giving any credit. This seems a bit draconian, but correct me if I am wrong, but wasn’t that the only tolerable part of the song? The lyrics at least were nothing short of fucking obnoxious.

I have time and money I don’t need so I am going to go buy Elephant. Toodles.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn