let's be honest-part 1 (addendum)
i've decided to add a category to these HONEST posts - it's music. like what music is most representative of the job, or what music the job reminds me of, or what music i want to write down when i'm writing about the job even if it has nothing at all to do with the job, like maybe i'm just listening to it and so i write it down/type it up. it might be a song or an album or a band or a genre or any combination of these. we'll just have to see.
so, for those that i've neglected:
paperboy music: appetite for destruction. this is the first cd i own. i have i discman. i listen to it and have little comprehension of w. axle's lyrics. i mean i hear them and i understand the words, but really, mr. brownstone, i'm 8 years old here.
intern at my dad's place music: pop-fucking-punk, and i'm not proud. this is the summer right before i'm in my first band and we are being heavily influenced by the likes of op ivy, bad religion, nofx, and other such acts. in the fall though, and this is what actually makes us make the band for puffy, the bouncing souls release the good the bad and the argyle. they are from new jersey. we are from new jersey. we will cover "i like your mom."
intern at boneau/bryan-brown music: the cast album of rent. these are sorry times.
barista at nova music: ambient shit from somewhere in the southern hemisphere. my boss calls the shots on this one. my choice would be more along the lines of pop-fucking-punk, slightly refined by a couple of years adrift in the world of breakbeats and jungle and deep house and other terrible shit like that.
clerk at video maniacs music: "the toilet song" and "holiday cocktail lounge" off the bouncing souls' self-titled lp. i haven't grown much, musically, in these few years, but the souls begin diversifying a little and my enjoyment of this bodes well for my future. a future that includes drinking at the very cocktail lounge they sing of.
that's that, and now 1998 is bearing down on me hard and fast. expect more coffee jobs and for me to attend college.
so, for those that i've neglected:
paperboy music: appetite for destruction. this is the first cd i own. i have i discman. i listen to it and have little comprehension of w. axle's lyrics. i mean i hear them and i understand the words, but really, mr. brownstone, i'm 8 years old here.
intern at my dad's place music: pop-fucking-punk, and i'm not proud. this is the summer right before i'm in my first band and we are being heavily influenced by the likes of op ivy, bad religion, nofx, and other such acts. in the fall though, and this is what actually makes us make the band for puffy, the bouncing souls release the good the bad and the argyle. they are from new jersey. we are from new jersey. we will cover "i like your mom."
intern at boneau/bryan-brown music: the cast album of rent. these are sorry times.
barista at nova music: ambient shit from somewhere in the southern hemisphere. my boss calls the shots on this one. my choice would be more along the lines of pop-fucking-punk, slightly refined by a couple of years adrift in the world of breakbeats and jungle and deep house and other terrible shit like that.
clerk at video maniacs music: "the toilet song" and "holiday cocktail lounge" off the bouncing souls' self-titled lp. i haven't grown much, musically, in these few years, but the souls begin diversifying a little and my enjoyment of this bodes well for my future. a future that includes drinking at the very cocktail lounge they sing of.
that's that, and now 1998 is bearing down on me hard and fast. expect more coffee jobs and for me to attend college.
posted by josh at 3:38 PM
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