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I don’t know about you, but I miss food fights.

I would say this one is self-evident, but parts of it still confuse me as to their current appeal. Regardless, I’ve had this song on repeat for the past couple days. Lyrics aside, the guitars put me in a pleasant, pensive trance. So with my NYC trip coming up and lots going through my head, Paul Banks and company seem the perfect soundtrack.

I had seven faces
Thought I knew which one to wear
But I’m sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
And the pavements they are a mess
I know you’ve supported me for a long time
Somehow I’m not impressed

The absurdity of this commercial cracks me up, and it really makes me miss the Wendy’s down the street that shut down 18 months ago. I have issues letting go.

Word today that Larry James, a.k.a. Food Court Larry, has passed away after battling cancer of his small intestine for several months. He was 62. Larry was an interesting character, and he bordered on completely inappropriate sometimes, but it was always in good fun and the man never showed a bad side. He was one of those people that for some inexplicable reason, you kind of appreciated at the end of the day.  I didn’t know much about him,  he didn’t know much about me, but we always had good laughs.  The world needs more people like him.  Rest in peace, Larry James 1944-2007.

I’m going to create a line of barber-themed t-shirts. I’m thinking spray paints for now, but we’ll see how it turns out. The main inspiration is still missing from my graphic collection though. Have you ever seen the barber shop signs with the red, white and blue diagonal stripes that say “Look Better” at the top and “Feel Better” at the bottom? If you’ve come across it anywhere in real life or in the fake Internet world, please point me toward it. There’s a free t-shirt in it for you.

The funny thing is I haven’t patronized a barber or any other such professional in months and months. I’m a self-made man. Nobody touches these flowing locks except me.

MySpace is a place for friends (hey asshole, accept my friend request), but it’s also a place for music. If you’re unfamiliar with the setup, bands can have pages and host songs for listening, but not downloading . . . until now. MySpaceMP3.org let’s you download any song posted by any artist. It’s a pretty great invention, and chances are pretty high that it will be shut down by the time I hit the “publish” button on this post, so check it out fast and get all those hot new Tila Tequila tracks while you still can.

Oh, and check out KySpace and add me.

I’m a man’s man, and feelings are for girls, but every once in a while I like to emote. As you may have noticed, music plays a fairly significant role in my life, and as recent posts have shown, I pay attention to lyrics. So I’ve decided to occasionally (or maybe every day) post some particularly poignant lyrics. They might be old, might be new, might be borrowed, might be blue. Whatever the case, they’ve gotten me thinking, so I’ll share them. Maybe whole songs sometimes, maybe just clips and phrases. This blog doesn’t have what’s known as “structure.”

First up is the last lines from Eels’ “P.S. You Rock My World.” For some reason this line always pops into my head when the proverbial bullets are flying, and today was a hailstorm.

Laying in bed tonight I was thinking
And listening to all the dogs
And the sirens and the shots
And how the careful man tries to dodge the bullets
While a happy man takes a walk
And maybe it is time to live

Once upon MyFace, there was an eye. He was sort of blue one day because he felt like he couldn’t live up to his potential. You see, this eye was a -6.00 prescription and had dropped out of college to become an artist but didn’t really have a vision or any foresight.

One Sunday morning, along came a contact lens with promises to help the eye see the world in a whole new way.

“I don’t believe you,” said the skeptical eye. “I can see right through you.”

“Eye, you need me, why don’t you admit it?” argued the alarmingly controlling contact lens.

“You’re smothering me,” retorted the eye.

“It’s the tension that keeps us together,” claimed the contact lens.

“Oh… now I see,” said the eye. “I think… I think eye love you. But don’t try to get all clingy, or I swear to God I’ll sleep with LASEK.”

“Come here, give me a hug,” replied the contact lens.

And they lived happily ever after.

This is the view I have when I’m going to the bathroom in my house. Talk about inspiration. Too much information? Well, it’s my blog and I can TMI if I want to.

This! Video! Is! Great!

Los Campesinos! is an indie pop outfit from Wales, and they’ve recently signed to Arts & Crafts, home of some old favorites like Stars, Feist, Broken Social Scene, etc. Given their relatively small catalog to date, I’ll be trying to collect it all and will share any favorites.

Hell, I’m feeling generous today, here are two songs from a recent single of theirs. May they brighten the beginning of your week. I know I’ll be dancing in my desk chair.

MP3: Los Campesinos! - We Throw Parties, You Throw Knives
MP3: Los Campesinos! - Don’t Tell Me To Do The Math(s)

(Thanks to FREEwilliamsburg for the inspiration.)