Tired of homework, science of a beat

tic toc tic toc..
it's time already.
momentarily frozen in the downbeat.
elastic impulses.

interrogated synapses.
snapping transmitters.

nope, not yet.
every time.
vices erode.
empathetic high hats.
read it down, you down?

only sounds?
nothings shocking?

yesterdays vibrations.
oscillating E strings.
under heavy skies.
rip that tone in two.

slip between sevenths
idle blues
deal me up
everything. dig?

Billy Martin- Double Game
Mingus & Monk-It Don't Mean a Thing...
Herbie Hancock- Dolphin Dance

Playing Hookey

Alright, so scheduling a day off from work might be a little different then calling your boss from a bar bathroom at 1 am trying to sound like you're squeaking out words between dry heaves, but it's still a Thursday and I'm still not there. Having cleared that up, let's take a quick tour of my life for a brief introduction to this blog. I am a 28 year old, happily married, vegetarian, music loving analyst for a large corporation. I don't really understand how I got here...I was a lit major for two years, and failed out of school all four of those semesters. Turns out as much as I might love romantic era poetry and transcendentalist credos I'm much better at writing algorithms for insurance company metrics, go figure.

Did I mention I really really love beer? I know from driving out west that north Cali makes some ridiculously great beer, but I still love my east coast brews. Periodically I'll throw up some reviews of brews I think are exceptionally great (or terrible...Harpoon, why do you break my heart every year with your winter warmer emetic?). This is a nice sampling of east and west, and in celebration of drinking before noon I offer you a fantastic tune by the Oregonians the Harvey Girls, called Good Morning, Bubblegum. Brush your teeth after listening though, you might get a cavity from the syrupy sugar pop goodness.

The Harvey Girls-Good Morning Bubblegum

This picture was taken on my friend's farm in VT during an early morning dog walk. The Flaming Lips came out with an experimental album a few years ago where you had to play 4 cds at the same time to get the whole song. Someone in cyberspace was kind enough to melt the four discs together, allowing us without four ghetto blasters in our living rooms to hear the album. This song is about Wayne's dogs, and it is fantastic. ENJOY!

The Flaming Lips- Big Old Bug is the New Baby Now