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chuck prophet is delicious
2006-08-02 : 9:27 pm

I am, as we speak (and by "speak" I mean "write" and/or "read") having a delicious moment of contentment.

This is in part due to Smed's delicious musical offerings, in part due to Violet's delicous musical offerings, and the fact that one of them somehow introduced me to the delicious Chuck Prophet (I think it was Vi, I think she referred to him on one of her fucking amazing mixes as "The Mighty Chuck Prophet") and I've discovered the amazing, delicious song that IS "Summertime Thing."

Nothing's more delicious than finding a song with your name in it, especially when it's a great song, not a song about being a whore with your name written on a bathroom wall, or a song about being smacked in the face at a party, turning out to be a the leader of a teenage gang and looking "a fright," OR a song, well, written by J.Lo.

I'm cleaning my room tonight, instead of working on my final project. I'm okay with that. I've taken all my necklaces and bracelets and earrings (I have to be specific because lord knows I do not have "jewelry") and instead of keeping them in a big jumbled pile in a bag, I've hung them up on tiny nails all over one wall in my bedroom. I feel pride over this. If I had a digital camera I'd take a picture for you. Yeah, I have to get a digital camera and take pictures of my room so you guys can see how little it is... and yet... how AWESOME it is! YEAH!!!

Man, the heat and this song makes me want to jump into a river... HEY! That's in the song. Cool.

I heart Chuck Prophet. "Take off those glasses, girl, I wanna see your pain. ELOISE!"

;)

My brother in law went diving in Honduras (poor guy, huh?) and apparently got attacked by hundreds of "microscopic jellyfish." I only put that in quotes because I still can't believe it. The idiot (really, he's an incredibly intelligent man... in some ways) REFUSES to see a doctor, so an infection has settled in his knee. (yeah I don't really get it either, but I'm not a doctor. BECAUSE DOCTORS KNOW EVERYTHING!!! ) The dude's gonna have a heart attack or something before he decides to see a damn doctor.

"Phoebe, a heart attack is nature's way of telling you to slow down."

"Funny, I thought a heart attack was nature's way of telling you to die."

Anyway, I told her she needs to step up and force the dude to go to a hospital. Even if she had to trick him. "Get in the car, sweetie... We're going to Sizzler, come on."

(Vi, if you hadn't introduced me to this guy I would have IMMEDIATELY upon discovering him made a cd for you, entirely centered around "That's how much I need your love.")

So, um, can we talk for a minute about ice cream? Yeah, because I am like, gonna turn into an ice cream cone. ANY MINUTE NOW. The ridiculous heat has made it ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY for me to eat AS MUCH ICE CREAM AS IS HUMANLY POSSIBLE lately. I've been favoring the mint oreo, cookie dough and butter pecan of late. The Dude really goes crazy for this Kahlua espresso stuff that makes an incredible frappe (that's "milkshake" for all you normal people who aren't from New England.)

I would love to write more but all I see is the dirty laundry STREWN across my room. I MUST CLEAN IT UP NOW.

Okay so I haven't picked one piece of dirty laundry from my floor. I read this and just about lost my shit while feeling entirely inadequate that I will ever, EVER be as good or entertaining, or as HIGH-LARIOUS of a writer (really, though, I'm okay with that, it's like saying "I can play chopsticks BUT I WILL NEVER BE MOZART ::SOB!::) as the DELICIOUS Violet White.

I lost the motivation and realized that Smedood sent me, like, a MILLION damn CDs like a MILLION damn days ago and I have not yet discussed one of them.

::Bad Jenny! Bad Jenny!::

WAIT! Before I go into this lemme see if my roommate is going to John Paul Licks on his way home, where he can pick me up an ice cream cone... BASTARD!!!

I can go into one CD right now. I have time for ONE. It is an AMAZING one, though. You guys, seriously, you WISH Smed made this mix for you. He is the goddamn MASTER of my world right now.

Check out this playlist and if you, like me, have only heard of one of these songs, GET THE REST AND PUT THEM IN EXACTLY THIS ORDER. I promise you won't be sorry. In fact you'll be exultant.

Okay, and now... THE TRACKLIST:

1. Stuck Up Blues - The Louvin Brothers

2. J.P.P. McStep B. Blues - Jefferson Airplane

3. The World Turns All Around Her - The Byrds

4. Roses And Rainbows - Danny Hutton

5. The Train From Kansas City - The Shangri-Las

6. Zip Code - The Five Americans

7. Take A Heart - The Sorrows

8. A Girl Named Sandoz - Eric Burdon & the Animals

9. Save My Soul - Wimple Winch

10. Candy Apple Cotton Candy - Pat Shannon

11. Happiness - The Anita Kerr Singers

12. Never My Love - The Association

13. Only One Winner - The Nazz

14. Come To The Sunshine - Harper's Bizarre

15. Sunshine - Jonathan Edwards

16. Cool Cool Water - The Beach Boys

17. Hole In My Shoe - Traffic

18. Me and You And A Dog Named Boo - Lobo

19. I've Got A Feeling - The Beatles

20. Sub Rosa Subway - Klaatu

21. I Don't Know - Chris Bell

22. Joog - The Meters

23. Groove Me - King Floyd (ah suki suki now!)

24. Knowing Me, Knowing You - ABBA

25. How Do You Do? - Mouth & MacNeal

26. Jive Talkin' - BeeGees

27. Baby, What A Big Surprise - Chicago

SERIOUSLY. Go put these songs on a disk. NOW.