So our very own Dr. Saunders asked “So, what do you like that marks you as a foreigner or cultural outlier?” and, for the life of me, I couldn’t think of anything. Well, not anything worth commenting about, anyway.
And then it hit me:
I used to have Jesus hair and wear embroidered shirts! I used to listen to hippie music! I used to listen to neo-hippie music!
And that got me thinking about Maggies Dream. This was the band put together by Draco Rosa and if you say “hey, I remember him, wasn’t he in Menudo?”, you should know that yes! He was! This is that guy! He made another band! It was neo-hippie! I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried!
Anyway, while I remember the album fondly, I only remember two of the songs without having listened to it since, oh, 1991 or thereabouts. This is one of them.
So… what are you listening to?
Dizzy Gilespie- Afro-Cuban Moods
Friends of Dean Martinez- all four of their albums. They are instrumental groups with a million influences: cinematic themes, surf, post rock, lounge, ambient, americana, etc. The guys from Calexico used to be in the band. Great southwestern band.
I love Calexico; will have to try FoDM out.
It’s now officially “After Thanksgiving,” so I get to listen to Christmas music.
Maribou has reached the same conclusion.
The new Feist album.
‘…Draco Rosa and if you say “hey, I remember him, wasn’t he in Menudo?”, you should know that yes! He was!’
I… okay, you win.
I can’t top that. I also can’t stop laughing.
Explosions in the Sky and the FONV soundtrack that’s superior to the FO3 soundtrack.
Check your email.
A little while ago?
Two women asking me to join their bible study.
This was a unique experience for me as a homeowner.
This. Just because.
What I was listening to a few days ago was the “ding” sound of getting the trophy for finding all 440 riddler trophies. 🙂
No, it really wasn’t worth it.
DANG!!!!!!!
That’s hardcore.
Often with video games, as with books, when I get to the end I have a hard time accepting that it’s really over. Trophy hunting is a way to say goodbye slowly.
Even after I finished that, I still zipped and flew around the city for a while, unable to accept that there really wasn’t anything else left to do.
Assassin’s Creed, my man. Assassin’s Creed.
Totally. There were ruts in the rooftops by the time I was able to put it on the shelf.