About two days ago, a long forgotton tune somehow popped into my head. A little ditty from Sesame Street and the Electric Company about the magic of numbers as told in the language of funk. After a bit of sleuthing I found it on youtube. What I didn't take into account was the songs inherent catchiness. Now all Emily and I do is wander our house in a zombie-like stupor counting in sing-song. We are cursed. CURSED!! CUUURRRRSSSED!!!!
I finally popped my cherry and saw fishbone for the first time a few nights ago at J. C. Dobbs. Easily one of the best live performances I've seen in my life. It was packed tight, with everyone passing joints around and skanking their hearts out. Emily got a sweaty kiss from Angelo Moore and refused to wash her lips for a short while.