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.

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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.