SONG OF THE DAY: Abele Dance

Had an old roommate/friend who, whenever Manu Dibango would come on, he’d say, “Man… you da bango!” in a funny voice. He ended up getting all fucked up with me because I did a photography project with an ex of his, who he automatically assumed I was fucking because we took pictures of each other, along with another person, all of it entirely clothed lol. He had been doing this thing where he told me he was going through therapy, but there is a realm of people who find therapists that just end up sort of cosigning poor behavior, or the person just tricks the therapist to go along with things. I don’t know. I told ol’ boy to fuck off for even trying to have me have to explain some shit that didn’t even happen, and he blocked me on everything, everywhere. He still plays guitar in Richmond, and is in that Cool Older Musician era of his life where he does semi-predatory shit on the regular with women 20 years younger than himself. But it’s cool, man. Dudes don’t have to actually be better people so long as they make dramatic ass social media posts about how they’re so much better.

Also, now that I think about it, he still owes Boogie Brown money for a bike he bought back in the day. So fuck that dude twice. I hope you accidentally see this, too, you weak bitch. With your jump roping ass.

SONG OF THE DAY: Why Can't We Live Together (kudzu'd)

Look man, I can’t say his name now that he could accidentally become Number 48, but I’m still gonna have that Greater Appalachian Steel Chain Match with ol’ cryptopuppet middle manager ass boy from up in Ohio one day. I’ll take a bid in Florence ADX if I have to. Like the song says, "All we want is some peace in this world," but unfortunately, all too often, certain pieces of it get all up in the way of everybody having a chill time.

SONG OF THE DAY: Rollin' On

My grass is blue, and it’s not artificial turf. It’s also tall, and it got tall enough some nosy ass neighbor rode up on his riding mower and asked if I needed help, so now I can’t cut it even longer, out of stubbornness. You know that fucker runs a leaf blower? Use of a leaf blower at home is class treason if you consider yourself a redneck, in my opinion. Leaf blowers are the polo shirt of yard equipment, meaning the shitty collared shirt small business bossmen types and “friendly” sales dudes wear, not Polo brand shirts, which is pretty much exclusively worn by people who listened to hip hop a lot from 1985 through 1996 and have been poor at some point in their life, so like to feel like they’re fresh, even though let’s be honest, we’re probably not. I mean, my raggedy ass is out there sitting in knee-high blue grass, wearing a Polo rugby long sleeve with the skull and crossbones patch that I got for cheap off a antique store booth, in one of those blessed places where the antique store emporium is still a lot of junk and the vintage reseller vibes haven’t poisoned it with, “Well, now I can’t afford this shit no more”ness. Anyways, fuck leaf blowers, fuck vintage as a means of making dope shit impossible for ballin’ on a budget types to get. But thank god for shoplifters, and vandals, and mandolin players who are 6 years sober but still crazier than fuck, and thank god for all the goat-headed resistors to proper order and curation of all of society. If we can’t have nothing nice, then neither can y’all.

SONG OF THE DAY: Cruisin' to the Park (kudzu'd)

Driving fast is way too celebrated in our culture. It’s much more impressive to drive slow with style. There should be a race, really do it anywhere, lay out a 10 mile path through whatever city you can, passing as many parks and bus stops and chicken spots (whole pieces, not tenders), and you have 50 people who are the judges, who just sit at 50 spots along that path, on benches, in the park, picking at chicken thighs at a picnic table, and whenever a competitor drives by, each judge in their specific location rates them on a 1 to 10 scale on how loungin’ they are driving past… the look of the car, how fast they’re going, the music they’re playing, the whole aesthetic of a cruising past car. Then those 50 judges’ 1 through 10 points get added, and it’s not a race, in fact maybe you even dock points from competitors who pass all 50 judges too fast, and the highest score you could get is 500. And you call it the Lounger 500 or Slowroller 500 or whatever the fuck clever title you wanna give it wherever you organize such a thing. That’s a race I’d love to see because it’s racing towards something that makes a whole lot more sense to me than getting somewhere really fast. I’m in no hurry, at least not if I’m living right.

SONG OF THE DAY: Can't Wait To See You Again

In post-digital modern moments like this, everybody feels like they should say something important or concise about the state of things. Even people in their dinky little unseen corners, like this. Fuck it though, go sit on the porch. If you ain’t got a porch, find the closest thing to a porch in your life. The end is never as close as fearmongers tell you. There’s nothing inspiring about fear; it only speaks to the miserable. And if it’s all you’re looking at, it’ll make you miserable. Go sit on the porch. There’s still birds, still a sky, still stars at night. There’s still a tomorrow.

SONG OF THE DAY: Stop Taking Me For Granted

Puppet souldies jams are the best. Keep ‘em coming, Universe.

SONG OF THE DAY: Sex C.R.E.A.M.

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