September 21, 2004
Walking on, walking on broken glass
And if you're trying to cut me down
You know that I might bleed
'Cause if you're trying to cut me down
I know that you'll succeed
And if you want to hurt me
There's nothing left to fear
Cause if you want to hurt me
You're doing really well, my dear
-- Annie Lennox
Very nice to meet you (albeit it a web based meeting), Holli’s boyfriend. Despite the grief you are intent on giving me about musicals, etc. any friend of the lovely “English speaking” Holliwood is a friend of mine. Since you’re new here, I’ll hit a few housekeeping type random details for you.
I, too, wonder with bemusement why people visit this site at all. When I left my job in Huntsville 2 years ago, my good friends Chris and Keith wanted to build a site for me so I could post info about what was going on at the new job and in the new town. But it turned into more of a place for me to rant about anything and everything. I am known for silly tirades that just seem to flow stream of consciousness from the brain to the keyboard.
Anyway, I vote we give the musical banter a rest, for now, but you know I can’t leave it as it is. So you'd rather sit at home and peel skin off your feet than watch a musical -- I dare say I’d rather do the same than to listen to 80’s alt pop punk music like the Smiths, the Cure, the Clash, the Blow Monkeys, Echo and the Bunnymen and various and assundary other bands that all of my 30ish friends adore. Again, my distatse for that stuff doesn’t mean it sucks anymore than your distaste for musicals mean that they suck. If we all had the same taste, the world would be dull, perhaps with a "Touch of Grey."
So give a girl a break here and cut a sister some slack – I won’t make excessive fun of your likes and you extend the same courtesy. Fair?
Now, on to further rebuttals – I was a child in the 80s, not an angsty teenager. I had leg warmers, Rainbow Brite and Strawberry Shortcake dolls and listened to, yes, Bobby Brown, Bell Biv Devoe, Bon Jovi, New Kids on the Block, Debbie Gibson, Richard Marx and later on Vanilla Ice (it was a huge novelty hit, no denying that). I never said those artists were the cream of the lyrical crop by any means. In fact, most didn’t write their own material. (It should be duly noted, however, that my girl Debbie Gibson was 16 and was writing and producing her own stuff and was the youngest kid in history to do so at that point in time). Point being, we're looking at the 80s from a different reference point, you know?
Now, if you’ll notice, the lyrics I choose for the beginning of each entry directly correlate to the entry. But sometimes they have a double meaning that the average bear won’t get and that's purposeful. Like “Walking on Broken Glass.” That’s in reference to a comment made last night at dinner by the random strangers sitting next to us, and also a nice beginning for this entry, but I digress. Bobby Brown’s “My Perogrative” is on the brain for 2 reasons: First, I just read that the newlywed Britney Spears has recorded a version for her Greatest Hits Package and Second, Like it or not, Mr. Keener, I can say whatever I want on this site – it is my prerogative. =)
I will not cease citing whatever random lyrics I want and I will do so with no regard as to the flack I am sure to receive in return. And believe me, sir, I wish I had time to post more “fast and furious” but, alas, work beckons and the last thing I want to do after work is get online. Now, let the healthy debates continue and I hope you continue to enjoy reading my nonsensical banter….
Peace,
dabbs
p.s. -- the rest of you dabbs readers feel free to jump in with comments at any time, ok?
You know that I might bleed
'Cause if you're trying to cut me down
I know that you'll succeed
And if you want to hurt me
There's nothing left to fear
Cause if you want to hurt me
You're doing really well, my dear
-- Annie Lennox
Very nice to meet you (albeit it a web based meeting), Holli’s boyfriend. Despite the grief you are intent on giving me about musicals, etc. any friend of the lovely “English speaking” Holliwood is a friend of mine. Since you’re new here, I’ll hit a few housekeeping type random details for you.
I, too, wonder with bemusement why people visit this site at all. When I left my job in Huntsville 2 years ago, my good friends Chris and Keith wanted to build a site for me so I could post info about what was going on at the new job and in the new town. But it turned into more of a place for me to rant about anything and everything. I am known for silly tirades that just seem to flow stream of consciousness from the brain to the keyboard.
Anyway, I vote we give the musical banter a rest, for now, but you know I can’t leave it as it is. So you'd rather sit at home and peel skin off your feet than watch a musical -- I dare say I’d rather do the same than to listen to 80’s alt pop punk music like the Smiths, the Cure, the Clash, the Blow Monkeys, Echo and the Bunnymen and various and assundary other bands that all of my 30ish friends adore. Again, my distatse for that stuff doesn’t mean it sucks anymore than your distaste for musicals mean that they suck. If we all had the same taste, the world would be dull, perhaps with a "Touch of Grey."
So give a girl a break here and cut a sister some slack – I won’t make excessive fun of your likes and you extend the same courtesy. Fair?
Now, on to further rebuttals – I was a child in the 80s, not an angsty teenager. I had leg warmers, Rainbow Brite and Strawberry Shortcake dolls and listened to, yes, Bobby Brown, Bell Biv Devoe, Bon Jovi, New Kids on the Block, Debbie Gibson, Richard Marx and later on Vanilla Ice (it was a huge novelty hit, no denying that). I never said those artists were the cream of the lyrical crop by any means. In fact, most didn’t write their own material. (It should be duly noted, however, that my girl Debbie Gibson was 16 and was writing and producing her own stuff and was the youngest kid in history to do so at that point in time). Point being, we're looking at the 80s from a different reference point, you know?
Now, if you’ll notice, the lyrics I choose for the beginning of each entry directly correlate to the entry. But sometimes they have a double meaning that the average bear won’t get and that's purposeful. Like “Walking on Broken Glass.” That’s in reference to a comment made last night at dinner by the random strangers sitting next to us, and also a nice beginning for this entry, but I digress. Bobby Brown’s “My Perogrative” is on the brain for 2 reasons: First, I just read that the newlywed Britney Spears has recorded a version for her Greatest Hits Package and Second, Like it or not, Mr. Keener, I can say whatever I want on this site – it is my prerogative. =)
I will not cease citing whatever random lyrics I want and I will do so with no regard as to the flack I am sure to receive in return. And believe me, sir, I wish I had time to post more “fast and furious” but, alas, work beckons and the last thing I want to do after work is get online. Now, let the healthy debates continue and I hope you continue to enjoy reading my nonsensical banter….
Peace,
dabbs
p.s. -- the rest of you dabbs readers feel free to jump in with comments at any time, ok?
Posted by Amy at 14:01:42 |
Heather wrote:
I agree that you have the right to say anything that you want on your website - it's yours after all. But I know I, being one who is constantly bored at work, would love some "fast and furious" rants. It would make my day brighter and keep me from falling asleep.
As a child of the 80s and fellow choir member, I enjoy the lyrics that start off all your posts. It does amaze me though how random people get addicted to your posts - not that you are not interesting or anything, which you are interesting that is. I on the other hand am not a total stranger thus it's would be weird if I don't check in and comment once in a while...can you belive we have known each other for 12 years...I'm feeling a little old here.
Anyway, keep it up and tell work to cut back on the amount they give you so you can provide entertainment for us poor souls.
Love ya sis!