127/367: Harvey Danger - Little Round Mirrors
I have sort of a bad memory, but I clearly remember being properly introduced to this band (apart from, of course, my brief obsession with Disturbing Behavior & then my less-brief obsession with 200 Cigarettes) in a classroom at a school I didn’t go to, by a dude I didn’t know that well (at the time). Thanks, dude! I remember being surprised at how amazing their first album, Where Have All the Merrymakers Gone?, was. Then, at how equally amazing their follow-up, King James Version, was (which I found for $1 in a Wherehouse bargain bin!). I could go on about stuff of theirs that’s good. But I won’t. Ok, maybe sort of…
I would love this song if only for the fact that it at once presents the romanticization of compact discs & criticizes that romanticization. There’s a big to do for the romanticizing of records & tapes, but cd’s never got that attention, I feel. I mean, I don’t think they really deserve it, but I grew up with them, so there you go. That’s my cop out.
Ok, before I leave (literally, to go work..), I want to take this opportunity to give a big ups to my beard, which has recently reached shampoo-worthy status. Good job, my-beard! Keep it up.
I’d also like to chastise the top of my head, for still slowly-but-surely losing shampoo-worthy status. Fuck off, top-of-my-head!
I should just super glue my entire “male pattern” area to prevent losing any more hair. haha. I like my 2nd grade solution to my late-20’s problem.
eh. ugh. alright.
eh. ugh. bye.