November 8, 2003
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I’ve got stereophonic laughter in my ears right now. Doug is on the sofa in Couch Potato Heaven, playing his new game Freedom Fighters and lauging at the CD Greyfox just put on our stereo. He earned the right to order some new games by getting all the dirty dishes caught up. What a wonderful thing a clean kitchen is once one gets used to stacks of dirty dishes piled around on the countertops!
Greyfox is in the kitchen, and his laughter entering my left ear is harmonizing with Doug’s laughter on the right. It’s sorta drowning out the music, which is okay I guess. Right now, that has sequéd through a bluegrass version of “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.” The big belch at the end of it sorta got to me, too.
There’s a connection between Doug’s new games and these hillbilly covers of hard rock. He ordered the games from Amazon. While there, he first had to switch from my cookie to his own, and in the meanwhile he saw Hayseed Dixie in my “preferences” ad-section. Not that this is my preferred musical genre. I usually listen to smooth jazz, world beat, and any hispanic stuff except conjunto. But Doug thought Hayseed Dixie sounded interesting, and (surprise, surprise) apparently there wasn’t any of it available on the file-sharing hubs he frequents. Now, as soon as he gets these CDs ripped, I suppose that situation will change.
I have nothing against bluegrass, but my preference there is for old traditional stuff ala Flatt and Scruggs, Bill Monroe, etc. The way Amazon got the idea that I listen to these covers that sound to my ears more like parodies is sorta indirect and involved. My ex, Doug’s dad Charley, comes over here or calls me whenever he needs something I can provide. That ranges from haircuts and minor surgery to metric tools and internet access. I’ve ordered more things from Amazon for Charley than I have for myself, and bluegrass music was part of that.
First there was that belch at the end of a track. Now I just heard a big ripping fart (mouth-simulated, I’m fairly sure) in the middle of TNT-I’m Dynamite. These good ol’ boys are too much. Somebody, please put my Ricky Martin back on. I’m outta here.
P.S. Those good ol’ boys just started on Big Balls. I thought Greyfox was going to expire from aspirating his lunch. Too funny!
Comments (5)
yea i do, and i add some other things too – but mostly news and science — do u think it in our nature?
gosh how do u last thru the winters up there?
Hayseed Dixie rules, woot woot! My diaphragm hurts from laughing so much.
I am living for the day these guys take on the Doors. And Pink Floyd.
I wanna hear “Interstellar Overdrive” with mandolin and jews’ harp.
they came out to Australia not that long ago….certainly a different way to listen to AC/DC….cute…but I prefer the real thing….loud
I have the loud laughter of my two boys drowning out the tv right now. I understand! *hugs*
Sat here smiling and chuckling thru your whole description and then laughed outloud when I saw the Mister’s “woot woot” up there! You all have gone wank and the snow’s not even ass deep yet!