This Is This
August 15, 2008
Check it out. It’s like a title track. You know how bands have a song on their album that’s also the title track of the album? That’s what I’m doing with today’s post.
If you’re Iron Maiden, you can have your name as the album and have a song called Iron Maiden too. But I’m not Iron Maiden. Also, I think changing my name to This Is This might be a bit odd.
It would be even more odd than the time when I’m talking to someone about websites and there’s the explaining stuff and saying: “OK, so we’re going to have a thing here and that there, and then over here we’ll keep things the same. This is this, this is this and this is this.”
Then I go, “Um, ok” and wonder why they keep saying that. That’s odd.
Can I just say now that I love my dog. I love the way my dog knows when I’m about to stroke him. The way his expression changes the moment before I make the decision, like he can read my feelings but not my thoughts. I love the way our pets know us in the dark.
Hmmm.
As you may know, I grew up outside of Philadelphia and occasionally I’d go into the city with my friends and parents. We’d go see the Phillies play or go to a museum like the Franklin Institute, or just go to record stores and get pizzas or cheesesteaks on South Street.
Anyway, one say some of my friends one day went into the city with their parents and their car was stolen, so they had to get the train home. The car turned up two weeks later in a rough neighbourhood in north Philadelphia and it was returned to them without a scathe.
Now, the car thieves had left a tape in the car stereo. It was a rap tape, and the coolest thing the kids had ever heard. In their lives. It might have been light by today’s standards, but for the early 80’s it was what I was just learning to call “the shit”.
And that’s the thing kind of with the weekend song, because it’s a glimpse of someone else’s taste. Title tracks aside, it’s not too much of a stretch to think that there’s a connection of preferences here, so that’s exactly why it happens.
Have a great weekend.
1 comment
You didn’t need to steal my car to introduce me to your tastes.
Leave a comment. Play nice. I will turn this blog around.