Invest in one of these. And then shut the f*ck up!
Nothing gets my goat more than people who have grown up in an area, like Philadelphia perhaps, where the weather is completely predictable…and yet they still frickin’ complain when this expected climate change goes into effect.
“It is sooo cold out there. My nose looks like Rudolf the Reindeer!”
“This weather is brutal! It is really chilly out there!”
“Coooooooold!”
Guess what, assholes–IT’S ALWAYS FRIGGIN COLD IN PHILADELPHIA IN THE FRIGGIN WINTERTIME! It is only acceptable to complain about cold weather if you just moved here last month from San Diego, Chile, or Jamaica (and maybe the Philippines). Otherwise, these are the cards we are dealt living in the northeast region of the US of A–”the winters is cold, the summers is hell” said Reef the Lost Cauze.
I actually know it’s cold–that’s why I’m wearing a jacket, scarf, gloves, and a sweater. My car doors were frozen shut this morning–because it’s fucking DECEMBER 22 and I don’t live in Dallas! I realize the polar caps are melting and Al Gore is Captain Planet minus green mullet and the Hummer killed Santa Claus because of gas emmissions and we’ll probably never see snow again after 2048 because the Bush family owns 12% of the atmosphere…but right now it is frio as Skateboard P would say.
Just like it was yesterday.
Just like it was last year.
Just like it was in 1989.
Philadelphians who complain about being cold in cold weather months: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Anyway, here’s some random musings on a Monday…
A new Portland-based blog The Party’s Crashing Us just named the mixtape as the #7 Album of 2008 even though “technically it isn’t an album.” I love getting praise over a technicality. PCU is DOWN WITH US! Check out the write-up here. Much thanks as always!
I’ve been very fortunate this year to get more writing credits from the good folks at Metal Lungies and So Much Silence. Now I have the LA Weekly on my resume because I listen to way too much rap music (my mother is quasi-proud!). Check out The Top 25 Hip Hop Songs of 2008 at the LA Weekly. My pen has besmirched MUR’s “Can It Be,” El-P’s “Mike Douglas,” and Busta Rhymes’ “Don’t Touch Me (Throw The Water on Em’)”.
Usually I have a deep fear of songs I really enjoy from the gate. I’m always paranoid that a song which grabs me by the inner cochles will become stale and played out if I listen to it on repeat more than two times in a given week. A former associate of mine is probably to blame–he would make random mix CDs with songs he was currently obssessed with that week and bang the same 3-4 tracks over…and over…and over…and over again. Most of those took place when I was driving his broke ass around. That experience in turn made me HATE the songs he enjoyed. He never picked awful songs or anything. But it was like hanging around a 4 year old who got a party whistle for the first time.
With that said…I cannot stop listening to Sam Sparro’s “Black and Gold.” And I’m officially paranoid. But this song is so damn good, it’s worth the risk of me hating it in a month. I’d never heard of this cat until Jeff’s Best Non-Hip Hop Songs of 2008 list from last week. He reminds me of Jamie Lidell because he’s white, he’s making soulful electro stuff with a great voice to boot, and he likes Chai lattes. I like Chai lattes too. Here’s the video for “Black and Gold.” Enjoy, and remember to suffer from cold weather privately!
Reason why i really don’t like listening to the radio aside from the crap they play is because they play the same shit everyday, every hour, on the hour. I don’t know how people deal with that. And every time a song comes on they get so excited like they haven’t heard it in years when they just listened to it 45 minutes prior on either the same station or one just like it. Thing is though I am guilty of listening to something I like over and over again but I have to throw in some other stuff in between so I don’t get completely sick of it.
As for Sam Sparro, I’ve heard of this guy before, he’s pretty good.
The weather is cold, it’s winter, it’s supposed to be cold. I hate it but I deal with it. Thing is some people continue to bitch about it because they either a.) don’t know how to dress in the winter and continue to wear t shirts, short skirts, open toe shoes, and hoodies instead of sweaters, scarves, and jackets. or b.) they just assume that one year it will miraculously be A LOT warmer here. The only time, in my opinion, to comment on the weather here in the winter is when it’s 60 degrees on New Years and you can stand on Broad Street watching the parade without needing all of your winter gear.
Your both fuckin gay. its 15 fuckin degrees, im sitting outside on an open loading dock and it is fuckin cold. Yes I am bitching about it.
Bitch, I know YOU ain’t talking! You’re the dude who drinks 1 can of Bud, then wants to stand outside the bar in his white tee smoking a cigarette like “What? It ain’t cold out!” Don’t make dedicate a whole post to you trying to race my car in your boxers…IN JANUARY!
ah blow me