"Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Mer...Kiss my ass. Kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass......Happy Hanukkah!"
So anyway, I know I haven't had much to say in a while (at least that didn't concern the death of someone relatively famous anyway), so I thought I'd throw a season's greetings out to my loyal fan base (all two or three of you..."I'm a very lonely man!"). While I was here I thought I'd share how nice Satan Clause was to me this year and see if anyone else wanted to reciprocate.
Let's see...
Got a nice juicy 19" flat-panel widescreen monitor for my studio. Yea!!!
And a 48-port patch bay. Double-yea!!!
And an effects/accentuator pedal for my synth...yea again! (in case anyone's wondering, the pedal basically fortissimos passages when depressed during playback adding emphasis to the music where the performer - me - needs it. Kinda cool, huh?!)
And thanks to Brad, my mom caught me up on a rather large hole in my Basil Poledouris CD collection (The Blue Lagoon, Lonesome Dove, and For Love of the Game - all very much recommended). So...thanks mom, thanks Brad!!!
Birthday's on Friday (fuck...30......fuck!!!). I know mom got me the complete Two Towers and something else. Sam got me a John Williams Signature Score from Hal Leonard. Hoping it's Far and Away, E.T., Close Encounters, or Viktor's Tale (from The Terminal). They really need to release a new one. And releasing 1941 by itself without the parts would be a plus too!!!
Anyway, that's what the American Consumer Commercialist Holiday Goat (the bunny was already taken by that other Jesus Day) brought this year...how'd everyone else make out?!!
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i'll rap my list when i am back in the comforts of my own cell.
"Maybe you'd like to get back in your cell, Your Highness?!" - hehe!
Happy belated Birthday old man!
By the way, best blog post title I've come across in some time!
Thank You, especially for throwing in the "old" part (I know, you were just being Anglo). Aww fuck it, guess you're only as old as you feel.
Having said that, I'm at work on a Saturday, it's almost 4:00 a.m., and I'm tired as all fuck...so I guess I'm feeling about 90!
I believe it was Satchel Paige who asked, "How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?"
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