Wednesday, August 06, 2003
Some fin to think about
Clearing out my hard drive. Here's that list of song titles with fish puns in them:
Baby It's Cod Outside
Street-Fighting Clam
Prawn In The USA
Macarthur Shark
Super Grouper
Return Of The Grievous Angelfish
Stickleback Writer
Oh What A Beautiful Marlin
Lobster Robert
Kathy's Clownfish
Somewhere Over The Rainbow Trout
Guppy Love
20th Century Coi
We Are Siamese Fighting Fish, If You Please
Like A Sturgeon
Sushi Came In Through The Bathroom Window
Swordfish of a Thousand Men by Tadpole Tudor
Wake Up Little Sushi
Chowda You Do What You Do To Me
I'll Be Fishin' You - By Puffer Daddy
Cruel Cruel Suckerfish
Salmons Got A Hold of My Heart
The Squids Are Alright
Calamarie's The Name (Of His Latest Flame)
Terrapin The Light Fantastic
Sardine My Prawns Will Come - © Dave Cash -
Mahi Mahi Funny Valentine
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, That’s a Moray (eel) - © Kate -
Eel Be Home For Christmas - © Kate -
I Just Called To Say, "Blub Blbby Bobblliob Blibby"
Clearing out my hard drive. Here's that list of song titles with fish puns in them:
Baby It's Cod Outside
Street-Fighting Clam
Prawn In The USA
Macarthur Shark
Super Grouper
Return Of The Grievous Angelfish
Stickleback Writer
Oh What A Beautiful Marlin
Lobster Robert
Kathy's Clownfish
Somewhere Over The Rainbow Trout
Guppy Love
20th Century Coi
We Are Siamese Fighting Fish, If You Please
Like A Sturgeon
Sushi Came In Through The Bathroom Window
Swordfish of a Thousand Men by Tadpole Tudor
Wake Up Little Sushi
Chowda You Do What You Do To Me
I'll Be Fishin' You - By Puffer Daddy
Cruel Cruel Suckerfish
Salmons Got A Hold of My Heart
The Squids Are Alright
Calamarie's The Name (Of His Latest Flame)
Terrapin The Light Fantastic
Sardine My Prawns Will Come - © Dave Cash -
Mahi Mahi Funny Valentine
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, That’s a Moray (eel) - © Kate -
Eel Be Home For Christmas - © Kate -
I Just Called To Say, "Blub Blbby Bobblliob Blibby"
Monday, August 04, 2003
Drove down to New York on the weekend to see Ben on his birthday and to buy Kate a suit for the job fair next week. Great to be in the city again. I've missed it.
Saturday morning, after suit shopping, Kate and I met Ashleyand Jack, Liz and Uzi, Raquy and Fishky (pretty sure that's not his real name, and I think I'm spelling it wrong) for brunch at a terrific Moroccan restaurant on St. Marks Place called Cafe Mogador. Hands down the best brunch food I've ever had. My omlette was perfectly cooked and filled with delicious melted feta cheese. Kate's wholegrain pancakes were better than any pancake I've had before, and even the post-meal latte was incredibly delicious. The Moroccan food, which we shared around, was also top notch. Raquy and Fishke told us they go to Cafe Mogador every Saturday. Lucky devils.
Raking through the racks of CDs outside Joe's records on St. Marks I picked up some stellar three dollar bargains, the highlight of which was "Thought for Food" by the Books. I'm on my fifth consecutive listen right now. This is what I hoped the Notwist would sound like, I think. More abstract and textured, and full of wit. Their use of samples is very astute. The first track alone includes about a half a dozen brilliantly inserted samples, some of them hilarious, including a golf commentator suddenly yelling "Eagle!", a tennis shot being called "Out", and a Long Island woman explaining that she has a heart condition. Later on a recording of someone practising on a viola is sampled, processed and looped until it takes on a new life, each egregious bum note returning again and again in a delicious, hypnotic rhythm. Great headphone music, by the way.
Also excited to hear the recent Greg Dulli record which I picked up at Joe's. Even though I still haven't really digested the last two Afghan Whigs records. That's okay though.
Now it's officially time to stop buying CDs for a while. I'm backlogged till Christmas with all my recent aquisitions.
Met Ben for dinner at St. Marks bistro (this time St. Marks in Park Slope). Also at dinner were Ben's brother Eric, Ben's lawschool friend Kerry, and a college- friend of Ben's named Sari who is really charming and cool. After dinner we went back to Sari's place near Grand Army Plaza where she served us mojitos on her roof overlooking the city. We ended up playing Dear Abby to Sari who is in a quandry over a guy who is giving her mixed signals. I have some thoughts about the conversation that followed, and how obsessed I get with other people's romantic problems, but they'll have to wait.
Saturday morning, after suit shopping, Kate and I met Ashleyand Jack, Liz and Uzi, Raquy and Fishky (pretty sure that's not his real name, and I think I'm spelling it wrong) for brunch at a terrific Moroccan restaurant on St. Marks Place called Cafe Mogador. Hands down the best brunch food I've ever had. My omlette was perfectly cooked and filled with delicious melted feta cheese. Kate's wholegrain pancakes were better than any pancake I've had before, and even the post-meal latte was incredibly delicious. The Moroccan food, which we shared around, was also top notch. Raquy and Fishke told us they go to Cafe Mogador every Saturday. Lucky devils.
Raking through the racks of CDs outside Joe's records on St. Marks I picked up some stellar three dollar bargains, the highlight of which was "Thought for Food" by the Books. I'm on my fifth consecutive listen right now. This is what I hoped the Notwist would sound like, I think. More abstract and textured, and full of wit. Their use of samples is very astute. The first track alone includes about a half a dozen brilliantly inserted samples, some of them hilarious, including a golf commentator suddenly yelling "Eagle!", a tennis shot being called "Out", and a Long Island woman explaining that she has a heart condition. Later on a recording of someone practising on a viola is sampled, processed and looped until it takes on a new life, each egregious bum note returning again and again in a delicious, hypnotic rhythm. Great headphone music, by the way.
Also excited to hear the recent Greg Dulli record which I picked up at Joe's. Even though I still haven't really digested the last two Afghan Whigs records. That's okay though.
Now it's officially time to stop buying CDs for a while. I'm backlogged till Christmas with all my recent aquisitions.
Met Ben for dinner at St. Marks bistro (this time St. Marks in Park Slope). Also at dinner were Ben's brother Eric, Ben's lawschool friend Kerry, and a college- friend of Ben's named Sari who is really charming and cool. After dinner we went back to Sari's place near Grand Army Plaza where she served us mojitos on her roof overlooking the city. We ended up playing Dear Abby to Sari who is in a quandry over a guy who is giving her mixed signals. I have some thoughts about the conversation that followed, and how obsessed I get with other people's romantic problems, but they'll have to wait.
