Just in case you are an aspiring song-writer and you are stuck in the middle of a ditty trying to finish your first hit record and you are thinking man, what this song really needs is a POWER CHORD, I just want you to know power chords are not up for purchase on Ebay.
I know because I looked.
Well, It was an accident. I was actually searching for a an old POWER CORD for an old piece of some junk I own when I accidentally typed POWER CHORD into the search box and sadly, there is no clearing house of hot guitar licks laying waste in a warehouse in New Jersey somewhere.
Sorry aspiring singer-song writers out there. Next time you do open mic night and someone says, �WRITE A HIT SONG? YOU COULDN�T EVEN BUY A HIT SONG!�*
Well, they might be right.
Hey, speaking of power chords and singer-song writers and things, I recently found out my new and very-noisy-across-the-hall neighbor* is a bit of a Rock Star. And I don�t mean that in the same sense that everyone is a Rock Star when they�re hitting the air-guitar whammy bar in front of the mirror to their stereo blasting Eye of the Tiger or anything like that. I mean, apparently he�s in a band that has had some success. I mean like, he moved in across the hall in March or something and I never heard a peep from him for months because I had thought he was a college student with music as a hobby and he was probably gone for the summer living at his parents� house in Florida or something but now I mean like, there�s some major record label involved and really he was gone for the summer because of a tour and really it turns out many of you kids have this band on your �favorite bands� d-land lists and all.
Which is probably cool and such, but considering they are all, like, a very young New Found Puddle of Charlotte Creed and such, I am not so much into this boy�s band-action. But it is really funny to know that after hearing one of his songs on the radio, I did some googling research and I found out they are very. very. new-goddam-punk-rock and well, I, and all of their fans should be into their new punk-rockedness only: HEY MR. PUNK ROCK NEIGHBOR! I TOTALLY SAW YOUR MOM HELPING YOU PICK OUT YOUR APARTMENT AND MEASURING FOR YOU COUCH AND ALL!
Note to self: he�s just young, and just making a living doing his band-thing so please resist posting that momma information on his fan-site when drunk. Because while it is totally funny to me, I don�t need the brigade of halter-top and pube-skimming jeans wearing girl-fans who drop this kid off after gigs at 4 am (because I have seen it and it is FUNNY!) leaving like their pseudo- punk rock haterizing messages towards me spray-painted on my door or anything. Because I? Am like totally old? And wouldn�t get this bands� music, because it totally speaks to them? So, I should just shut up?
Which is cool, because hey, I�ve got a website with his tour schedule on it, so I should just be happy know when he�ll be gone at long stretches of time, because that means I can have totally loud old-people parties in my place, and not worry about waking the Pop-Star up in the middle of the night with my loud air-guitar!
And, to top off life at this point, I got an invitation to a wedding in the mail the other day, which is not really a big deal, only, the wedding invite was from Wedding Stand By Date Geoff himself. Yes, my all-time yearly back-up wedding date Geoff is getting married. Sorry to make you click that link but irony is apparent when you get down to the bottom of that entry.
It�s like looking at a picture of yourself on tv, on a tv, that�s on a tv and. Well. Maybe not really, but goddamn did I laugh when I got that invitation because at this point?
Well, here I am.
And that�s cool too, because I spent most of the day basking in the sun in the pub�s beer garden, because if I can�t get my sunshine in a completely healthy swimming-laps-in-the-sun-kind-of-way because those bastards shut down my beach after Labor Day, you know I�ll do whatever it takes to get my recommended daily allowance of vitamin D, and if that means drinking pints in the beer garden, so be it!
*what? I never mentioned my new neighbor across the hall? Riiiight. That is probably because over my years here at ann-frank.diaryland.com I have realized a substantial amount of time has been spent on those wacky! neighbor! Stories and it�s not like you couldn�t just watch a Threes Company rerun (what?! It won�t fit? Push harder! Are we fixing pipes or�?!) to get such fodder. So my apologies, but really pop-star? who is noisy but not in a party-party kind of way, but more in a there-are-girls in-halter-tops-wandering-the-hallway**-at-all-hours-slamming-doors kind of way? Very funny. To me. At least.
** oh no you didn�t! yes I did just footnote my footnote! Because really, it�s not like you could roam these hallways, because actually it�s just one big dull stretch o� hallway and once you get bored looking out the window to the dumpsters in the alley you are really just �hanging� more than �wandering � and that is just sad.