Collage At the 'wake' for George last weekend, his siblings made this really nice collage of photographs of him, family, and friends. I was in there a few times, including the largest one which was me with a bottle of Mickey's Malt Liquor wearing a brown knit ski-cap and an ugly purple shirt. On top of it, I was in mid-blink, so my eyes are half-open and I look F'd up.
Overheard conversation as my mom is pointing to this photo on the collage...
My Mom: Now, who is that? George's Sister: Um, that's your son! My Mom: Oh.
Amazing I ever kissed a girl I was given a bag of stuff from George's apartment. It was a lot of photographs and some mix tapes.
From the photographs, it's amazing girls ever spoke to me. What the hell was I thinking? Those jeans. Those stupid t-shirts. Those awful Nikes I had. Lord.
Mix Tapes I now have in my hands four mix tapes I had made him - the earliest one was 1986 (holy moly). My tape deck isn't plugged in, so I haven't had a chance to listen to them yet. I loved different colored highlighters.
Some of them have a few cringe inducing items on there. So cringe inducing that I am not sure I want to list them because I think it would be so cringe causing that it would go full circle from 'ha ha' cringe to 'what an idiot' cringe.
But, come on, I grew up in a damn hippy town. You'd have to imagine that in all my new wave and pre-alt-alt that a damn Indigo Girls song might slip in. I mean, George, bless his heart, was a great guy, but he did have some crunchy music tastes. I had to slip the dumb hippy shit in between the Mission of Burma tracks. Nikki Meets the Hibachi wasn't really that bad of band were they?
Had to throw him a bone. Nonetheless, maybe I will throw a listening party with scotch one day. Or, being that there are four, maybe I will do a Flaming Lips-esque thing where I play all four at the same time. That would be cool.
Man, I loved making the mix tapes.
Suicide Bombers Tom Roberts is on the radio right now talking about his new documentary about suicide bombers. He just said: "Many of the them wanted to become suicide bombers to impress their fathers or girlfriends"
Now, I can almost understand that nutty 'trying to impress your father' thing - people have done lots of dumb stuff to impress their fathers. But, their girlfriends? Dude, you're dead. Your girlfriend will now start making out with Ted, the guy who didn't become a suicide bomber.
How about instead of trying to impress her, you just make her a mix tape - a mix tape of explosive hits!
