Folks,
Wine here and I wanted to fulfill a long overdue promise this post and kind of clue you in on the beginnings of the weird mixture that is Whiskey and Wine. Actually I came up with this idea just a bit ago while traipsing through one of my many streams of consciousness. I just tried to explain how I navigated this stream to get to this topic but per usual it was a convoluted journey that really only led back to the beginning of this post. Anyway, whilst paddling away (ok seriously I’m done with this comparison) I had a certain memory pop into my head from Whiskey and I’s first year at college. I’d like to remember that night, and I guess it would serve as a great marketing tool for this blog, that the cosmos were aligned, the army of squirrels on campus stopped their foraging and other squirrely activities to rejoice in this most joyous of meetings, but really I’m just being delusional again because that night it was just us two guys staring at our residence hall chatting about a common disdain for all things emo.
I actually only remember a few details from that night but for some reason we were out on the patch of concrete in the middle of the quad that roofed the boiler for the halls underneath that actually a few months later a certain Mr. Padden would be wrapped up in a plastic bag in only his undergarments only to be saved by same altruistic saviors from the neighboring residence hall. I have no idea how we ended up there or why our conversation drifted to this certain topic, but I can only assume Whiskey, living up to certain connotations of his nickname, flat out confronted me about my perceived emo-ness. I then launched into what would become a standard rant about the differences between indie and emo then asked him about why he listens to his music and all I received was a terse response along the lines of, “…because I do”. We did however marvel at the incredible “macking” ability of emo kids and let our jealousy fester for a silent moment. For some unknown reason I then received the first of many nicknames I’d accumulate over the course of that year, Emo…then my first name. Not sure if that was really blog worthy, I just wanted to type out that memory before I forgot it again.
In other news, I’ve been bored with my music and the music I’ve been coming across for quite some time now. I’ve also been hearing from Whiskey a steady stream of negativity about my taste in music so I decided to “jump the shark” if you will and take some suggestions from both Whiskey and Moonshine as to what I should look up and give a chance. Whiskey was of no help so I went off a suggestion by Moonshine and picked up The Lawrence Arms album, Oh! Calcutta!.
After all of the electronic, chamber poppy, crazy ass shit I listen to, getting into this album, I’ll admit, took some time. I have to say though that I was immediately struck by the cleverness of the lyrics, especially the line about Toby Keith’s horses and Toby Keith’s men because come on what isn’t there to laugh about concerning that slice of apple pie? I also have to say that I was kind of thrown by how similar the hooks in each of these songs mirror the kinds of hooks I admire in what I listen to? Have I finally found the musical commonality between our respective tastes in music? Probably not, but this gives me hope for when I force some of my music on those two. Whiskey and I just finished an oddly nerdy and impromptu text review of this album in the same manner we reviewed the vegan “beef” jerky we somehow consumed on our way to Jersey…I still can’t make mention of that damn state without getting a little bit angry.
That’s all for now. Whiskey makes his triumphant return to society this weekend so expect an upcoming post detailing that bit of debauchery and what I think might have been a run-in with a bear…yeah I’m not really sure but I guess anything is possible.
-Wine
