Choice made

[koganbot]

I had a choice between naming a mixtape "He Licked Me On The Shitter Then He Licked Me On The Pisser" or "It Rains When You're Here And It Rains When You're Gone." I chickened out and chose the latter.

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[koganbot]

Not that this is relevant to the matter at hand, but if someone would go tick Britney Spears' "Everytime" that would increase its chance of advancing to the next round.

Square into a circle

[koganbot]

And as long as I am discussing irrelevant issues, I'll add that while I was at writers group on Friday evening with several people including the excellent young woman whom I mentioned in one of my decade's-end comment threads as having said this upon discovering that I was writing a piece on the decade in music, "About ~this~ decade??? As in, 2000 to 2010? What could one say? Beyoncé shook her ass while one-hit pseudo-rock bands sang about their ex-girlfriends. Nothing else happened. Unless you count Muse. But they're British!," someone chose the word "Infinite" as our immediate topic. The way the group works is we gather at the St. Mark's Coffehouse on Friday evenings, which is crowded and blares music by Joy Division and Interpol and the Cure over its speakers and has shaky tables with marble tops and is therefore altogether perfect for our purposes, and someone picks a word or phrase and we write something about or inspired by or tangentially related to that word or phrase for five or fifteen or twenty minutes or so and then we read to each other what we've written, and then we do it again. As Keenan explains it is about making a mess, not art, though Keenan has a class Friday evenings so she hasn't attended in ages. But our excellent young woman attended, as did I, and when our subject was "infinite" I wrote about my disappointment with Edmund Burke's explanation of the Romantic Sublime (at least as how I had sped-read and interpreted Burke's explanation a week earlier). So when, in reading my piece, I came to the crucial point in my disquisition where I'd written "Perfect didn't feel so perfect" (in regard to Burke's Sublime not living up to Duff's), the young woman said, "I love this song!" and then as I continued onward with "Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams, let it wash away my sanity" and so forth, she began singing along.

Later, as she was driving a couple of us home, she made a point of playing Zac Efron's "Bet On It" ("that was written by Antonina Armato and Tim James," I said helpfully), telling us "It's the sort of song a young Howard R0ark would sing." (I fear that this woman may be a Randian, though to tell you the truth I've never read a word of Rand so I don't know first-hand how fearsome or not Rand is. I can't fault where it leads this woman's taste.) Anyhow, I said to her, "There, you were telling me that nothing happened this decade when all along you were listening to all this incredible music!"

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[alexmacpherson.livejournal.com]

I like this story! What did she say next?

Your first title comes from the verse that not even I could bring myself to transcribe, but "He Back Up In The Pussy Like Rebirth" might be even...is "better" the right word?

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[koganbot]

She didn't respond directly to the "incredible music" comment; she launched into an explanation of why one of the main channels she watches is the Disney Channel: she - at age 24 - finds the shows comforting (compared to the shows for grownups on other networks); said something about how the episodes resolve with the characters figuring out how to deal positively with some interpersonal complexity, though she'd have used a more natural, less technical-sounding term than "interpersonal complexity."

"My pussy and his mouth gon' have a lip fight" coulda also been a contender.