Please let this be the year Milla Jovovich returns my calls
Hi. Let me be the (insert number here) st/rd/th to wish you a lucky and prosperous 2008. As years go, 2008 is shaping up to be a fine one, indeed. While Dakin was freezing his nuts off in Kansas (chuckle, chuckle), I was driving around New Zealand's south island. There were naps on the beach, swims in glacier-fed lakes, lunches of fresh crays, and much much dancing. Did I mention it was hot? Oh, sorry, am I rubbing it in? :-)
And during my excursion south I thought long about bands, musicians, and the role of music in contemporary society. However, considering I was on drugs most of the time, I will spare you this lengthy diatribe. Instead, I'd like to introduce you to the first new Duck & Cover playlist for 2008.
Consider the playlist, if you will, to be like a yawn on the morning you knew, without doubt, that you were really going to get away with it after all. Because this year you are going to do very well. I promise. But if you don't, then you can't blame me. Besides, who listens to bloggers anyway? They're much too worried about their new year's resolutions.
Speaking of resolutions, D&C doesn't make them. However, I would like to make a retraction. In a previous post I was unfairly critical of reggae and dub music. This was mostly because I was very mad at someone who likes these styles of music, so (of course) suddenly I hated them. This was wrong, and I apologize. Although Marley is overplayed, and much reggae is derivative, some very polite kiwis were kind enough to introduce me Toots and the Maytals. It was so good I was ashamed of my earlier comments, and I told them, "why yes, I've always liked reggae." So although we don't do resolutions, I would like to make an attempt to be a little less of a music snob in 2008.
Good luck, reader.
Sincerely,
Some Guy From the Internet
Comments
(e.g. Amy Winehouse is not my favorite, but was inspired by Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings who are... brilliant.)
Also, if I may, nice save with the resolution to be less of a MUSIC snob, while still allowing room to engage in satisfying snobbery in furnishings, dress, and eats.
Lastly I'm afraid that I might have to beat you up and take your glasses. Fair warning.