I saw this video one time on some late night video show (MTV2?) and never saw or heard it again until one day post Katrina I was sitting in the Pub and Vj Brendan Thompson played it. I was *so excited* to finally see it again and get the name of the song. It’s still one of my favorite videos and everytime I hear the song it still makes me happy – just like when I heard it that time at the Pub.
Author: nolageek
day 02 – your least favorite song
This song will forever remind me of the time B-97 changed formats and played it for an entire weekend. Honestly, I don’t recall if it was when they switched TO all-talk or FROM all-talk but it will always remind me of when radio stopped being fun. Format changes, consolidations, corporate buy-outs. Meh. Best of times, worst of times and all that nonsense.
Regardless, it’s a terrible song and line dancing freaks me out.
day 01 – your favorite song
I give mass amounts of credit to my brothers and sister for the variety of music I grew up with. My sister Kay was all about the Rolling Stones.
Sympathy For The Devil never gets old to me. I’ve listened to it hundreds of times. I sing and play air guitar along to it every time.
I love the lyrics, the drums, the “woo woo”s and those fucking solos. Such amazing tone, it’s the perfect song.
Drunken thoughts, 3:21am on a Saturday
It’s been some time since I’ve updated the blog and visits are down to 10-20 a week – I feel anonymous again. I missed being able to post here without a mention of it in the day after. It could serve a purpose once again. Maybe I can speak publicly without anyone hearing – that was important to me at one time.
Lately I’ve been been slipping back into my old routines – during the week I spend my evenings online and the weekends are spent either online or out drinking. I’m definitely starting to feel a measure of loneliness creeping back into my life. As much as I love living in DC I miss the connection I had with my friends in New Orleans.
Ironic, but breaking up with with my most recent boyfriend has made me miss my previous ex even more. While dating A I completely avoided contact with B for fear of feelings resurfacing and now, spending time with B has made me quite sad. It’s tough to accept your feelings for someone will not be returned.
After a year has passed it’s more than obvious I should move on. My friends say I should cut contact altogether but really – that’s easier said than done. Especially when I don’t have that sense of connection with anyone else in the city. I just want to be friends but yet I constantly look for signs of more. Signs that never seem to materialize.
So, here I am, 3:31am and drunk, feeling sorry for myself and feeling even more stupid for doing so.
Fuck.
Good night.
Kibbeh please
I’m so desperate for new blog posts I’m now posting pictures of my dinner. DC Cafe.