It's hot and humid on both coasts and neither of us really feel like doing much except complaining about the heat and standing in front of the a/c with our shirts off. Maybe eating some Otter Pops. And complaining about the heat. And write about what we are listening to as we bitch about the heat.

Yea, it's time for another round of What's Playing. We tell you what we got playing right at that very second. Full disclosure, as you can see from this post.

And if we can do it, so can you. What are you listening to, right now? Don't make us do this alone. Ready?

The Cure - Just Like Heaven

Oh crap. You guys got me on this one. It's Sunday and I'm tired. I had something in my player that makes me smile. It's light and I like it. Years after listening to so much punk rock and hardcore, sometimes I need a break. I was watching the news today and NASA woke the crew of the Discovery shuttle up with a song. I heard it and yadda yadda shit, I put the CD in. So I am listening to this CD for NASA. For America. For space exploration. For Star Trek. And that's my excuse. I'm sticking with that. It was played by NASA and dedicated to mission commander Pierce Sellers. I think that's his name. See how I wormed out of that one? I could've told you that Robert Smith was having health problems and he made a plea for everyone to listen to just one song of his to help get him thru his liposuction. Cause Robert needs to fit in his biker shorts again. Help Robert out. He looks fat. One song. Please listen. Biker shorts. Robert Smith.

Like I am ever gonna masturbate again with that image in my head. Shit.

But I didn't use that excuse! I got a NASA excuse today!

But I still have Robert in my head. Dammit, why do I do this to myself?

Don't ask me why I did that. I'm just scared that one day you will get me when I'm listening to "Barney Sings The Hits" and I got to pull something out of my ass like "Zambeer, Master of the Beer Flute is over! He wanted to hear it!" So see,I always have that in my back pocket. Cause what Zambeer wants, Zambeer gets. Plus, he is pretty good at his flute. If you have ever smelled beer breath being blown over rancid beer bottles you know what I am talking about. He gets his way when he comes over.

Where was I at...

Oh yeah. I was listening to the Cure. Fuck. I hate it when Michele and I are thinking of something and we both do this "What Are You Listening To Now" thing. Fuck. I could lie and say some obscure punk rock band, but I won't. I am honest, mein readers. I will face my shame.

Oh crap. Hey if it helps you any, I am smoking a cigar eating day old french fries.

The Cure. When they were first around, I did really hate them. I really hated the coffee network and the kids who couldn't get into bars. They just wanted to get jacked on coffee and talk. Talk. Jesus christ. Talk. I wasn't about eyeliner and hairspray so I put that band so far in my back thoughts. It was like leaving Clint Eastwood thirsty in the desert in "The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly." Leave that band back and just keep going. Let "Blondie" find his own death. I'm out of here. But, somehow, in some really strange way, the Cure crept back in. Just like Clint did in that movie. Just a few songs. It's not like I mainline them. Every once in awhile I listen to them. And yes, they are all burned copies so it's not like I went out and bought the CDs.

So that's my excuse

So lemmie alone.

And yes Michele, I wormed out of that one.- T

Taking Back Sunday - You're So Last Summer

Oh god. I’ve been caught with my emo on.

Ok, I’m gonna admit it. Right here. Let’s get it out in the open. I love this band. Love them. Not just because they are from Long Island. I just love them. I get emo sometimes, it happens. Just ask turtle. He’s been on the receiving end of my emo-ness many times.
I could sit here and defend it. Tell you about their lyrics or something. Worm my way out of this one with some kind of excuse about a space shuttle or something. Truth is, I like it. I have emo in my soul, what can I tell you. It’s from all those years of listening to Depeche Mode and wearing black. That shit never leaves you. There’s always a “woe is me” tear waiting to be shed. Always a poem in your past that never leaves, like words scrawled in the margin of a math notebook "my heart has been turned black as a night without the moon. you have torn my soul from body and i shall never feel anything again. i cry tears that are black as tar. woe. woe is me. woe, i say. i hate you and i want you to die." Wait, is that I want you to die or me? I get so confused. Maybe I was goth, not emo. Light a candle, pass the dulled razor blade and turn on Bauhaus.

Plus this song is an ode to passive aggressiveness: the truth is, you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt

I’m so emo my lawn cuts itself.

And I make no excuses for it. - M

So what are you listening to?

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