My Life In South Carolina

This morning I was thinking about my musical taste. I like everything from Rap to Bluegrass. The only exception I have is Jazz. I really don’t like it. It’s just not my thing. However, I do like Billie Holiday. Isn’t she Jazz? Maybe I don’t hate all Jazz, just the free form stuff.

I remember hearing a Jazz group cover “London Calling” by “The Clash” once, which is one of my all time favorite bands. I couldn’t believe it. How could someone do that to such a great song? I just don’t understand.

I seem to get into a certain genre and listen to it continuously. Here’s an example, Sublime. Months on end I listen to them on my iPod, in my truck, and on the Internet. I’ll get tired of them after awhile and move on to the next genre which might be “bluegrass.” Who knows? Oh by the way, I’m still mad at Bradley Nowell for dying.

People ask me all the time. “Whats your favorite album?” How do you answer that? I have so many, there’s just no way I could. I don’t even think I could list my top five.

So here’s today’s questions. Do you have a favorite album of all time? Is there one you put above all others? And, what’s the most obscure album you own?

List them in the comments.

See ya next time.

Dirty ass toenails do it every time. I have a huge problem with this.

I was a Paramedic for eight years and have seen some pretty awful things in my life. I spent a lot of time in and around blood, guts, and smells. Nothing every really seemed to bother me that much.

Except the day I ran into dirty, crusty, yellow toenails. I would just about lose my shit every time I saw them after that. The only time I can ever really remember getting close to being sick was because of this. I saw them on an old man early one morning and felt a full on “body-locking gag” come over me. Is that weird or what? I kept putting the sheet back over his feet and he would keep kicking it off. It was torture I tell ya!

To this day if I’m at the beach or the pool, I refuse to look at people’s feet for fear of the “gag.” I know there are some medical conditions that cause this but I can’t help the way it affects me. I’m a weak man.

My last creepiness post was about Toe Socks. Is there a pattern developing here? Do I have a phobia of feet? I don’t know maybe I need to see a professional about this. I’m sure it would be one of those “face your fears” kind of sessions with me looking at pictures of nasty toenails for an hour.

No thank you! I’ll live with my fears.

Below is a list of things I’ve actually thought about. I may start using this subject when I really don’t have anything else to write about.

If we had four legs like animals, could we stand in one place longer without fidgeting?

Why are cows so dumb? No wonder we eat them.

On the subject of dogs. Do they always have to smell each others butt? Why don’t they recognize each other by sight?

Why can no one explain the way oil and gas prices are valued? I hear different explanations all the time. Oil goes up. The price at the pump changes that day. Oil goes down, The price stays the same for at least a week. I just don’t know.

Why in the south do we say “Chester Drawers” instead of  ”Chest of Drawers.”

What is the origin of the word “Fart?”

Why couldn’t I have been related to Howard Hughes?

Those little baby corn things you see on salad bars. Do they grow on baby stalks?

What the hell is Frank Zappa’s music about?

That’s it for today. I’ll have more later.