Saturday, November 05, 2005

"Already Perfect for Napping," "You Put That Thing On Me," and Other Stuff

1. My goal was to finish W.'s afghan this afternoon. That seemed like a task for a tired girl. But it's toasty warm and big enough that if you curl your knees around a sleeping dog and spread it out over you, you can sleep comfortably for many hours. Still, I'm going to have it done before Thanksgiving easily. 2. The infamous red and blue ("purple") afghan is going to Brittney, the queen of Nashville bloggers (check out her blog to the right there) when it's done. Woo, if I get ambitious, I bet I can have that done before Thanksgiving too. 3. David Allan Coe. Shit, folks, did you see him on the new CMT Outlaws special? There's everyone else singing and being themselves--my arch enemy/country music boyfriend Toby Keith, Billy Joe Shaver, Merle Haggard, etc.--and then David Allan Coe comes onto the stage like... like a lion pacing around waiting to see who he's going to eat next or like a force of nature. Christ. To show up that many country music legends just by walking across the stage is something to see. 4. Speaking of something to see, Faith Evans's song "Mesmerized" is kicking my ass with its goodness. Now, I'll admit that I harbor an unnatural dislike of Faith Evans, because there's something about her that reminds me of my sister-in-law. But this song is awesome. Listen, I'm not going to sit here and tell you she's some latter-day Tina or Aretha, but this song is awesome and a great reminder of just what the rhythm in R&B means. And she's got remixes of the song on her website. How much fun is that?


Blogger Steve Pick said...

Thanks for the "Mesmerized" tip, Aunt B, this is a very cool song.

I rely on you to keep my booty moving now and again with gyrating generating r'n'b recommendations.

But, fuck, did she really say "shit, you got me mesmerized" so I can't play it on the radio?

11/07/2005 09:35:00 AM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

I DID see Coe pacing like a maniac while the faux outlaws like Toby Beef and whoever the guy with the GooGoo Dolls haircut pretended to be anything other than cogs in the machine.

That Shelby Lynne has the makings of my next psycho girlfriend. Upset and angry about stuff that has little to no impact on her with a matching chip on her shoulder. Perfect for bringing home to Mom.

11/07/2005 09:55:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Steve, you may have just answered my long-standing question, which is "Why is this song not all over the radio?" Still, if REM can say "Don't fuck with me," Evans ought to be able to say "shit, you got me mesmerized." Couldn't you just bleep it?

Sarcastro, I am so in awe at the perfectness of Shelby Lynne for you that I'm almost rendered unable to type. There must be a way to make that happen.

11/07/2005 10:01:00 AM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

I see a relationship with her as being an unending cascade of "What have I done to piss you off, now?" coming from my clueless mouth.

Or me looking up from the newspaper to enquire, "Shelby, what happened TODAY that is making you cut yourself and throw crockery around the house? Is it because more people know who Mindy McCready is?"

11/07/2005 10:05:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

I'm just hoping you'll think to call me to pick you up from the emergency room the first time she stabs you in the shoulder with some scissors. The funny from that would be enough to make up for comparing me to Ralph.

11/07/2005 10:07:00 AM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Sorry, there was a Happy Days reunion special on TV this weekend. I caught about five minutes of it. Just enough to wonder "Whatever happened to Donny Most?"

11/07/2005 10:12:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

And you thought "Hmm. I bet he had a sex change and grew younger and moved to Nashville just so he could harrass me" seemed like a reasonable answer to your question?

Conviluted thinking like that is not going to get you stabbed by Shelby Lynne in a timely manner, young man!

11/07/2005 10:16:00 AM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

Yeah, but convoluted thinking (and booze) is what got Shelby's parents to meet their fate and fuel their daughter's angsty scissor stabbin'.

11/07/2005 10:21:00 AM  
Blogger Steve Pick said...

Aunt B,

I wish I was adept enough to do the bleeping myself. My skills are not that mad, I'm afraid. When I've tried it, I've invariably let the bad word in and cut out some perfectly fine word right next to it.

And, Sarcastro, as I understand it, you have the wrong gender for Shelby Lynne's love.

11/07/2005 01:45:00 PM  
Anonymous Sarcastro said...

I'll take that challenge! She won't be the first lesbian I've tried to get to defect. Besides, she and I will have a lot in common, like flannel shirts and eating at the Y.

11/07/2005 02:17:00 PM  

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