Not an average game of Pooh sticks
The Pooh Sticks. They were pretty damn good. I tried to describe them to a friend with “the missing link between They Might Be Giants and Weezer.” Only I don’t think that’s really true. It doesn’t even come close. The Pooh Sticks sounds more chaotic and not so laboured. They allow the small ideas their own songs without expansion and the result isn’t that polished.
I wish I had discovered them earlier. Much earlier, but things happens in a stright time axle I guess. So, since this was so recent, yesterday really, I can give you a by the track record of what I was doing when I listened to Multiple Orgasms for the first time.
I Know Someone Who Knows Someone Who Knows Alan McGee Quite Well
I sat by the computer—Jaye, my multimedia station as I have no real stereo—and I got a bit restless. Why can’t I hear anything? I jumped the track forward a bit-. Sound. Guitar, and… What is this? I started to laugh. This is genius. Silly.
Heroes And Villains
M*A*S*H on the TV, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn off the music. Instead I lowered the volume a bit. It’s the episode where Hawkeye and BJ bumps up Radar’s rank due to a gambling debt. Great episode.
Foxy Boy
Still M*A*S*H.
Force Fed By Love
I should have written “still watching M*A*S*H damnit” but I wasn’t. Three seconds in and I pause until it was over. Then I listened. I watched the screen, my head bobbing up and down. After one minute I was singing along. Singing. Along. The horror. Alone. Thankfully. I even wanted to dance.
Sex Head
One of those silly lyrics you just can’t help to sing along to. They’re dead simple too.
On Tape
It’s such an obvious poke at music fans that I wanted to read a bit from High Fidelity. I pillaged through the drawers and boxes filled with books and I couldn’t find it. Then I remembered that I earlier the same day had moved a lot of books to the bookshelf in the other room. I found it, but the song was over. So I listened to it again while I sat in my bed and read.
Indiepop Ain’t Noise Pollution
In combination with the book, this reminded me of the Belle and Sebastian scene in the movie version. You know, when Jack Black throws the tape away proclaiming it to “suck ass.” It always makes me smile because it’s such a funny way to state the truth—Belle and Sebastian does suck ass.
1-2-3 Red Light
I metaphorically threw myself on the chair and sent a message to the Boo: “fuck me, the Pooh Sticks are damned good!” He acted all confused—as usual.
Heartbreak and Cinnamon
It’s all a blur despite the fact that I was sober, I have know idea why. Sorry about that.
When The Night Falls
Well, night had fallen a while ago so it didn’t quite seem so fitting. But I listened anyway.
Do Something To Me
I hunted to darkest—heeh—corners of the Internet for the original. I knew I had heard it. It turned out I was thinking of a completely different song as this wasn’t a song by the Kinks or Cole Porter.
Force Fed By Love
Oh, a re-run on the record! This time in a more studio-recorded version than before, but that didn’t stop me at all. I sang along, and almost gave into the urge to dance bad lounge moves.
Tear The Roof Right Off My Head
I sat and ate a sandwich with blackberry marmalade on them. It’s highly underrated and I don’t know why. Blackberry marmalade should be in every living entity’s kitchen.
Goody Goody Gumdrops
Still hungry so I had another sandwich. It’s too fucking tasty for me to not to.
Saturday Night’s The Big Night
On the muted TV there’s a video of the Hellacopters’ Everything’s on TV, for a second I contemplated to pause the music and unmute the TV but only for a second or so. I’ve heard that song a number of times and not this.
It’s A Good Day For A Parade
I lay in bed, just listening. If there only had been some rain smattering on the roof too…
Just Another Minute
At first I was annoyed, the song was longer than a minute! By 51 seconds. They’re “cheating!” I cursed, then I just listened to the song and forgave them—for now.
Do It Again (a Little Bit Slower)
I really wanted to do this, but as it’s not an old LP I can’t really control the speed. Don’t know why they killed that function when they invented the CD. Still, I decided to play the record one more time right away.
