I Wrote This Yesterday, But It Took Forever to Upload the MP3s, and Then I Got Caught Up in Some Other Shit

Hooray, it's St. Patrick's Day! Unfortunately, an arrangement I made with a circuit court judge in Culpepper County, Virginia precludes me from consuming alcohol in anything that can be construed as a "crowd situation", so I am pretty much limited to drinking straight green food dye. It's got an interesting tang to it, though. I think I'll be all right.

Okay, on to business. Amidst the thousands of gifts and floral arrangements and telegrams from various captains of industry wishing me well on my birthday (March 15th, just like will.i.am and Park Overall. You should know this, people!), I have also received a spate of emails from people begging me to shut down the Christs Song of the Week promotion. An example:

Dear Stupid,
Please take that horrible music off the internet. I have tried to live my life as a good and just person. Why are you doing this to me?

I hate you.

Yours hatefully,
Fuck You

Well you know what, Mr. or Mrs. quote-unquote "Fuck You"? Fuck YOU! How ya like that, huh? It hurts, doesn't it? So how do you think it makes ME feel? You think you've got some monopoly on feelings? You know what? You're a hypocrite. Your scorn--calling out from some black chasm in your ruined soul--shall only strengthen my resolve.

Here's then, are last week's song which I was too lazy to post, this week's song, and some backing tracks that we'll just call instrumentals for the time being. And then I think that's it for the Song of the Week. Not because I've actually gotten complaints, but because I haven't.

Grave News from the Front
Your Girlfriend
Crank (instr.)
Donkey Parade (instr.)
Devilled Meat (instr.)
Penn Yan (instr.)
Donyell Marshall (instr.)


Onto the next piece of biz: Living in a culturally mixed neighborhood as I do doesn't just mean gangfights and sleep lost worrying over our vanishing America--it also means an opportunity to see language adapt right before one's very eyes (ears). To demonstrate my point, here are three real life examples of Spanglish I've heard in my neighborhood.

"Yo, nigga, estos zapatos son phat!"

"Disculpame, senor, do you know anywhere I can purchase el windshield washer fluid en esta neighborhood?"

"Girl, how you get pregnant again? That's, like, seis tiempos already, and you only twelve. I thought you said you was using un condom. Damn!"

More at another time, maybe.