Hello Gheorghies! I'd like you guys to be the first to know that I've made an executive decision. I've decided that it's time for me to grow up. Time for me to get real. I need to cast away dreams and whimsy and accept the path that stretches before me. I must "dance with the one who brought me." Not that anyone would bring me to a dance, because I'm not that strong a dancer. In fact . . . I can't dance (this is one of my great regrets, but-- alas-- it's too late to learn . . . which is the theme of this post).
I acknowledge that it's going to be rough, but I'm quitting cold turkey. And I'm not talking about chewing tobacco-- although I've been having a pretty good run at quitting that stuff . . . aside from a minor lapse last week at the pub, but there were extenuating circumstances: my old dipping buddy Pastor Rob showed up out of the blue-- he moved to Pennsylvania last year, but he made a surprise visit-- and he was packing Copenhagen. Because of the unusual situation, I gave myself a One-Night Dipsentation. Pun intended.
Anyway, enough silliness. From this day forward, I hereby swear to stop creating new fictitious band names for my music. I'm done. It's Greasetruck if I'm solo and Random Idiots if I'm with any of the other idiots who write for this blog. No more Slouching Beast or The Density or The Hanging Chads or The Looming Specters of Death or The End of Dave or Almighty Yojo or any of the ones I've forgotten to mention. Life is too short. No one cares about Tin Machine. It's certainly fun to create new band names, but what does it accomplish? A rose by any other name . . .
Anyway, to celebrate this stoic acceptance of my fate, I'm releasing a song. A Greasetruck song. It sounds just the way I imagined, which is always a miracle when I'm recording music. I started by looping a scratchy bit of clunky staccato guitar and using that as the rhythm, and then I layered synths and odd fills over that, and everything ended up coming together nicely.
But wait! There's more! Since I'm on a roll here, not only am I going to stop creating new band names and accept Greasetruck as my destiny, but I'm also going to stop complaining about the name of this blog, though it drives me crazy. Here is my final take on that topic:
--Hey, my friend TR wrote a great post about how he was touring The Sixth Floor Museum in Dallas and he looked out the window and-- holy shit-- he felt like he was in a time warp! You should read it.
--Interesting . . . where is it?
--On this blog we write . . . Gheorghe . . . Gheorghe the blog. But it's Gheorghe with two "h"s.
--???????
--You know, like Gheorghe Muresan? The Romanian center who used to play for the Bullets?
--??????
--It's sort of a play on that political magazine George. Remember that?
--?????
--Forget it.
Saturday, October 24, 2015
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Jmu blows it today no? That is my hunch.
Yeah, if we didn't have those h's we'd have more hits than Grantland.
JMU has a very big stadium for an FCS school, no?
Picks I like today:
Miami +7 vs Clemson
A&M +6 at Ole Miss
Baylor +37 vs Iowa St (I'm taking Baylor until further notice)
The over of 67 in LSU-Western Kentucky
zson's swim lesson concluded with a race and as soon as the teacher said "Go!" he pulled away from the other kids like an aquatic Secretariat, periodically looking back at the kids behind him then looking at me in the stands and laughing. I swelled with tremendous pride at both his swimming skill and his innate desire to mock his competitors, barely managing to keep internal my roars and fist pumps. It was awkward when he got out of the pool and strutted victoriously past Austin, the kid who refuses to even get in the pool, and Austin's parents, who are clearly pissed that he won't try to swim (especially the dad who was rocking all sort of high end technical clothing). zson's smirk and stare at poor Austin nearly got my ass kicked.
My kid has displayed a similar competitive temperament and I fucking love it too, Z.
yes zson! crush your enemies and see them, driven before you! of course, in a few years this will get ugly-- i tried to have a fun "soccer olympics" at practice thursday night but my son is insanely competitive, can't take losing, cheats, cries, and so on . . . it occasionally helps his play, when he's not fouling people out of anger, but it's really only fun to watch him when we're playing other towns and i don't know the other kids that he's trying to crush and drive before him. my other son is a gentleman (but not as good an athlete . . . because he's not fueled by manic competitive rage).
About half of those seats have been added in the past half dozen years or so, if not more. It is their intent to get themselves in a position to go D1 or so I've heard. When I was there it seated 14,000.
Baylor's offense is stuck in the mud in the second half. Looked like they were going to win by 50 early.
I wanted to tell Austin's dad that he needs to suck it up, take off that Mountain Hardware, and get in the pool with his kid so he realizes it's safe and fun, but that definitely would've been a bridge too far.
I liked Miami too. Boy was I wrong.
Baylor was up 35-7 at half and the cover looked certain. Then, the offense did jack shit for a quarter plus. That combined with Miami attempting to get Al Golden fired led to a less than ideal start to my afternoon.
On the bright side, a tattoo artist is currently wailing away on my shin bone so at least I'm in pretty significant pain.
Where does the shinbone rank on most painful places to get a tat? I'm thinking it's top 3 or 4, behind maybe lower back/spine area and wanger (and probably face but I consider that disqualified).
Richmond-JMU is a really entertaining watch so far. Richmond taking a lot of chances, went for and made a 2 pointer in the 2nd quarter and then followed it with a successful sneak onside kick. As I type they just hit a 70 yard bomb, 11 point lead. And the broadcasters (Eisen and not sure of color guy) are energetic, prepared, and funny.
It's not Eisen, just sounds like him. These guys are quality.
Danimal was so right
Yeah, Richmond up 10 with 6:40 or so to go. Been a really entertaining game.
Not sure Tribe could score enough points to hang with either of these teams.
Richmond's coach looks like Ash from Alien.
just did a stuntman shot. tequila, salt and lime. snort the salt, shoot the tequila, squeeze the lime juice into your eye. then laugh until you cry.
Gheorghe junior may be in the Big East next year
http://www.syracuse.com/orangebasketball/index.ssf/2015/10/syracuse_basketball_coaches_have_offered_walk-on_spot_to_son_of_7-foot-7_gheorge.html
Holy fuck. 2 weeks in a row. crazy finish.
Looking back, did jmu really ever have a chance? Fuck no they did not. ESPN college game day announced a week ago. Interviews. Mayhem. Cameras at practice. Coach bringing team out to act as game day backdrop while Sam Ponder interviews you? Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. No fucking cameras. No fucking interviews, no fucking glory. That's how you win high profile games. Just ask Richmond.
I love when undefeated teams lose, especially if they were beat by your favorite team....Notre Dame.
Sure....a bit hammered.
I feel terrible for all the FSU fans in my family. Just terrible.
In the history of college football, I say you'll never find in 2 consecutive weeks where games ended in such improbable fashion. Two important games to boot. I smell a 30 for 30.
I'd watch that 30 for 30.
incredibly improbable ending to an otherwise normal and excellent homecoming. gonna need a few minutes/days to process.
hi, gheorghies!
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