I’ve changed the music in here from classical to classic rock in the absence of my boss. Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night It’s a strange shift, going from a porridge of uninteresting orchestral to being assaulted by middle-aged men singing about cars. I remember the first time I heard Marissa belting out her version of the lyrics in her kitchen, we were slicing cucumber for sandwiches, couldn’t have been more than thirteen years old. Wrapped up like a douche… When I turned to her and asked, “Mishka, do you know what you’re singing?” she turned to me with all the seriousness of a child and said, “Of course I do, it’s about cleaning up after sex.”
And lo, rock and roll took root.
This is the same girl who, a little bit later that summer, pulled me ecstatically into her livingroom to hear Peter Gabriel’s Sledgehammer on the radio. “Listen to this! It’s so dirty and it’s ON THE RADIO.”
I’m expecting people to begin showing up at my place for 7:30 onwards.
I’ve already had one person mistake for this for some “old friends” get together. It’s not. This is a Show Up Cause It’s Fun and maybe we get to meet someone new. Bring people, bring snacks, drinks, whatever you like. Andrew‘s bringing An Evening With Kevin Smith. Drugs & cigarettes will be asked to stay out on the porch.
Next Korean Movie Monday is going to be at my house.
