10 Replies to “Talking back to 80s music, 4”

1. John Beck says:

   April 27, 2004 at 2:45 am

   As my Japanese professor taught us, “Iie, don’t touch your mustache.”

2. Steve Skubinna says:

   April 27, 2004 at 5:43 am

   I’ve been spending a fair amount of time in Japan off and on lately.  I try to be polite, especially since such a premium is placed on it in that culture, and also because I don’t want anyone to think I’m an asshole unless I deliberately intend to act like one.

   Anyway… it’s very difficult, when dealing with the Japanese, for me to STOP after saying “domo arigato.” Grit my damn teeth and THAT’S ALL.  No humming, no sotto voce chorus.

   Jeez, I hate Styx right now.  Never minded them before (except for that awful song “Lady”).  That was before I started acting like I was fighting Turette’s Syndrome.

3. Jeff G says:

   April 27, 2004 at 5:48 am

   When are you off again, Steve?  Any chance you can make it to Denver for the RMBB (see side panel)?

   And of course, you’re invited too, John.

4. Slartibartfast says:

   April 27, 2004 at 1:15 pm

   My shame is I saw them in concert during that tour.

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5. Rae says:

   April 27, 2004 at 2:35 pm

   Jeff- I want to thank you…..

6. Nathan says:

   April 27, 2004 at 3:16 pm

   Slart!  A cool Haldeman reference.  I *loved* that story.

   Unfortunately, I still *like* Styx.  It’s probably my favorite band.

   I die.  My ears grow infected from listening to Styx albums, and my inner balance is destroyed.  I wander, both dizzy mad from the pain, dripping putrescence onto the ground.  My path rings the city, and within the city, people begin to starve rather than dare to cross the filth that marks my passage.  All die and the scavengers feast upon their bones.  O, the embarassment.

7. jeremy says:

   April 27, 2004 at 4:49 pm

   I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked except for their Styx T-shirts,

   dragging themselves through to the nearest ampitheater at 7:00 looking for an parking space,

   longhaired “rockers” burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of Dennis DeYoung’s keyboards,

   who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of the cheap seats, floating across the tops of cities contemplating Kilroy,

8. timekeeper says:

   April 27, 2004 at 5:03 pm

   Arizona goes the moose.

9. Steve Skubinna says:

   April 28, 2004 at 7:08 am

   Jeff, I’d love to.  Yes, it does look like fun.  But I head back next week, all too soon.

   You recall the movie Office Space?  The ending, where Peter has left his job as a software engineer and is working construction, he looks around the worksite and comments that it isn’t bad, working in the air, making money, and his partner says “Fuckin’ A, man.” I have at least one of those moments every day lately.  No matter how cruddy the job I’m doing at any given time I will look around the ship, grin, and say “Fuckin’ A, man.”

   That’s what I’m going back to.  Hoo-ya!

10. Jeff G says:

    April 28, 2004 at 7:17 am

    Well, then you’ll just have to save it up for the next one, okay?

    Stay safe.  And thanks.

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