Fountains of Wayne
Listening to their self-titled CD
Automatic For The People- REM; right now the following is playing in the background:
Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling [wrestling bears]. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Barenaked Ladies - Who Needs Sleep
Super Furry Animals.
Oh. Song just ended. Now some dude's talking.
The adagio beginning of Bolero . . . oughta start heatin' up here any measure now . . .
a small dog barking incessantly. apparently she never gets her belly rubbed and she NEVER gets any treats.
oink oink oink
Will you rub my belly? (soulful look)
Nobody ever rubs my belly . . .
Garbage - Only Happy When It Rains
Just played T REX Greatest Hits and now I've launched into
The Hollies Greatest Hits. and then I'm going to the supermarket and they play great rock & roll on the in store radio station.
Patsy Cline's Greatests Hits-"I Go Out Walkin' After Midnight"
Great choice . . .
I'm alistenin' to opera, don't care enough to pay attention to exactly which opera it is, but i love listenin' to it . . .
How about that...You're listening to Opera, and I'm listening to a former member of the "Grand Ol' Opry" (Hee-hee)...Actually I don't have any opera in my diverse collection, but Mario Lanza, is no. 1, on my "Gotta' Git" list. Wotta' tenor. And so-o soulful.
I'm just alistenin' to the radio, Boss, they play opera every Sattiday afterlunch . . .
Little Queen..............Heart
Robert Johnson === Preachin Blues
Simple Plan - Meet You There
Miles--In a Silent Way. For a sleepy Sunday.
Well, i gits up early ever Sunday to listen to the Doctor Demento show--ah, the classic hits he plays--Livin' in an Amish Paradise, Viagra in the Waters, I'm a Were-Cow, We Couldn't Start the Tractor, Inner Bitch, Will the Real Dick Cheney Please Stand Up?, Suicide Hotline, Stealin' Like a Hobbit . . . the hits just keep on comin' . . . then, at ten uhclock, we get the packaged "pre-programmed" classic rock show . . . followed, of course, by the endlessly boring familiarity of this crappy classic rock station . . . time to put on some real music . . . hmmm . . . i know, Haydn piano sonatas . . .
