It didn’t take long after that that Brent convinced her to dance topless on the coffee table. I don?t know if you’d really call it dancing, but she was topless, standing on the lantern-lit table, and wiggling her hips. I sat back and let the craziness commence.
A rootin’-tootin’ list of auditory outrageousness and decadent delights
1. Cunnilingus, beer, good perfume, illegal fireworks, playing with knives, sushi, Las Vegas, forgetting your past everyday, not regretting a thing and rock’n’roll
Hey Razorcake fans. Here’s my top ten list for 2001, for what it’s worth. I wasn’t sure whether we were running a top 10 for this year, but I thought I’d prepare one just to be on the safe side.
I saw one woman laugh herself into tears, and a guy laugh so hard that he inadvertantly blew his nose in his hand. It was amazing.
It’s like Ghandi said, “An eye for an eye leaves everybody blind.”
Jimmy Buffet’s fans actually purchase foam-and-fabric dorsal fins that strap on to their heads, and they wear them to his concerts. That’s almost as bad as the Cat in the Hat hats that Phish-heads wear, but at least you can score weed and shrooms off those guys.
The Elephants Head clientele–rockabillies, psychobillies, bikers, skinheads, punks, assorted lunatics straight out of a David Lynch film–look fierce. But in spite of appearances, facial scars and prison tattoos aren’t mandatory in order to drink there.
Something I saw recently jolted me off of my emotional flagellation treadmill, something that stirred such a sense of outrage in me that my petty problems must be put aside: an injustice, nay, an abomination–such a monument to absurdity that it irresistibly compels one to take up arms, to declare once and for all that NO! I WILL NOT ABIDE THIS INSANITY IN SILENCE!I refer, of course, to the brand-new Echo & the Bunnymen box set.
Delivered in a cracked, brandy-saturated voice, Greco’s best songs are wrist-slittingly bleak laments in which she makes her own depression sound like an almost desirable state of mind.