Well, in 23 days, I'll be turning THIRTY! A frightening thought indeed. It's occurred to me that there should be a mix CD to commemorate this milestone and that this CD should have 23 songs on it, since 23 is my favorite number.
So, from now until B-Day, assuming I live that long, I will provide you, the LiveJournal reader, with one song per day. Yes, I stole this idea from beatnikside. Anyway, at the end of it all, you'll have yourself a nice mix CD, with 23 songs that reflect my thoughts about turning 30, my life thus far, what the hell I'm doing with it, and so on and so forth. On the final day, you'll even get the sleeve with all the song descriptions and all that jive.
I should note one thing here. As many would expect, I'm going to Vegas for my actual birthday. I leave the day before. Depending on my state of sobriety (or lack thereof), this means that I may or may not post the final song and artwork until I get back on the 2nd, completely ruining this complicated and already mediocre project. Deal.
So, without further delay, I give you track number one. The song is called "Older" and it's by They Might Be Giants:
TMBG have been one of my favorite bands since they first showed up on MTV about 20 years ago with five foot tall fezs (fezes?) on their heads singing "Don't Let's Start". They've gotten better and better and more entertaining over the years and every time I see them live they astound me with some new and creative musical feat. If you haven't seen it, go rent the documentary "Gigantic", which is about them. I promise that you will be amazed if by nothing else, then by the scene of them playing "Birdhouse in Your Soul" on the Tonight Show with the Doc Severensin Orchestra.
Older is one of those songs that reminds me of how amazing and amusing this band can be. For my good friend Simon (who turns 30 the day before me) and I, it has become the new "Happy Birthday" and we sing it to each other and other people when appropriate. I guess that's all I have to say about Older.
On another note, turning 30 means I get to celebrate for as long as I damn well please. As a good friend pointed out to me, once you turn 30, nobody can really question what you do or say, because you can just respond with, "Fuck you. I'm 30!"
That said, there will be some kind of crazy party, probably here at the Irresponsible Manor, the week after my birthday during which we'll all get drunk enough to think I'm still 29. Hooray!
Now that all that birthday business is out of the way, I just want to say that this weekend already rules. Last night, Susie and I had arts and crafts time and screen-printed Vespas on baby onesies (no... we're not having a baby...) Today, we slept as late as we wanted, without waking up to an alarm. Then, we went to the store and bought cereal (sugary, junk cereal!) and milk and came home and watched cartoons until noon. Then, I turned one insanely filthy BMW motorcycle into a super sparkly clean one, a busted 1959 Vespa into a happy, working, rally-ready one, and a filthy truck windshield into a clean, Rain-X'd one. Susie turned a horrifying kitchen into one that's quite nice, and a jungle-like front yard into a less jungle-like one. We're still searching for the dog.
This is the first weekend in a month that I have been home, in my own bed. I've got nowhere to be almost the whole weekend and Susie and I are all about maxin' and relaxin' it up. Awwww yeah. Tomorrow: move some couches around the house, and then some sweet disc golf with Otis.
I'm starting a new art project soon and if it turns out well, I'm donating it to Home Alive for their office. I'm getting pretty excited about it. I can't tell you what it is yet, but I'll take pictures when it's done.