The Attack of the Stealth Melodica
This morning got off to great start. I was going through The Ramones catalog, forming my own tribute to Johnny Ramone, when one of the cats wandered into my office. She paused, listened to a few bars of a song, and then promptly barfed a stream of yellowish gruel on the dark wood floor. Could there be a more fitting punk rawk tribute to The Ramones? No, there could not.
In these later days of summer, the early morning air is crisp and cool, the kind of weather that makes pulling the covers back and starting the day harder than activating your nunchucks while recovering from a slight concussion. The misses has an even harder time with this than I. Things got drastic and twisted this week, when I began employing the melodica and my free-jazz sensibilities as a demonic military-style bugle call. It gets the job done but puts the receiver in an unquestioning unpleasant morning mood. Well, revenge is a meal served best cold. Last night, after the misses had retired to bed with a sinus cold, I settled down on the couch with a glass of duty-free rum acquired in Canada (we are all out of absinthe). I was relaxed, the lights were low. I was well into getting my Denzel W. power on, when right behind my left ear I was shot with a shotgun blast of brutal melodica revenge. I fucking jumped six feet off the couch and reached for my heart which I thought for sure was a goner.
Oh the cruelty. Sneaking on tip toes, the misses had put an end to the melodica wars even before they really had a chance to begin. Even my latest survivalist readings did not prepare me for the enemy within my own home. Lessons learned.
Friday’s musical recommendations include The Channels new EP entitled Open (read the Pitchfork review). Like a fine wine, J Robbins‘ musical output continues to get better and better with age. Also, in that same ‘better with age’ category, comes Walter’s (ex Rival Schools, Quicksand) new release Run to be Born from his latest band Walking Concert. I am enjoying both of these very much.
This weekend’s top goal is the purchase of new slippers and watching Barry Bonds hit his 700th home run.