Beaches and Cream
Nothing but nothing beats Fountains of Wayne's Welcome Interstate Managers for awesome power-pop driving music. I don't think I want to mess with one of those iTrips, or buy a car in which to use it, but I have to hear that "Hey Julie" song while I'm cruising down the seaboard this weekend. I'm sad that we don't have all the same crew lined up for this year's beach weekend, but perhaps worse is the fact that the prevalence of iPods have antiquated my great beach mix CDs.
Downloading MF Doom, Atmosphere, Gnarls Barkley, and Dr. Doom/Dr. Octagon to complete my might-be-badguys playlist—anything else? If I do much more than grill, DJ, read, and bust my ass again on the wakeboard, I'm going to be extremely upset.
The Urban Coyote will see, well, almost all of you this weekend. Doesn't mean he'll miss you any less here.
Downloading MF Doom, Atmosphere, Gnarls Barkley, and Dr. Doom/Dr. Octagon to complete my might-be-badguys playlist—anything else? If I do much more than grill, DJ, read, and bust my ass again on the wakeboard, I'm going to be extremely upset.
The Urban Coyote will see, well, almost all of you this weekend. Doesn't mean he'll miss you any less here.
posted by Armsmasher at 10:28 AM
5 Comments:
i do love that album. and don't forget to stop by pots on 'n' kitchen on your way down!
beach wooooooooo!!!#
Is that a sly little hint to me and my Ipod? Because I had really intended on catching up on my opera listening for the car ride down.
aren't you still running casettes in your auto, chaz?
Yes, but I have a tape adapter.
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