What The Fuck Was I Thinking

(insert picture of signed CD I have that says “Casi Go Fuck Yourself or else Bitch” but I don’t have a camera at work)

When I first started to work in an office I always listened to music while I worked. Back in the day I used to stream online radio all day and download shit from soul seek. Then the tech dudes at my office caught me and sent an email to my boss and they shut down my internet port. So when we moved offices and they redid the computers they removed the audio card from my computer and I don’t even get to hear the Microsoft login noises and shit like that now. Which isn’t all that bad when you sneak into your desk at 9:45 on Wednesday after drinking all night and waking up in your hall way. I used to love our meetings at 10:00 in the morning when I would be getting yelled at the whole time with a stamp from the night before and my body reeking of smoke and my perspiration stinking like beer. It used to be the high light of the day when I finally sobered up enough at 1:00 to do some real work and fix all the shit I had fucked up that morning all hung over.

With so many mornings being all fucked up like this my musical interests at work have really started to change and I have rediscovered my affinity for folk music. Before I used to sit at work and listen to Juke and only listen to folk at home on the porch in my shade garden drinking organic wine but now I see its soothing pleasures while sitting in a 4x6 all day looking at computer screen wondering if the shit I do actually makes a difference in the world or in Philly. Soon my CD collection changed from loads of underground booty house/electro mixtapes, random indy rock promo CD’s, and straight fire backpack rap to Easy Listening bangers and Acoustic Folk battle breaks. (You can’t “clog” better then me, you can’t “clog” better then me. end note sadly there is no wiki on flogging which is basically this South Virginia style of clogging that is pretty dope to see live its a little quicker stylistically speaking since Southern Bluegrass got that two step heat.)

One of my most recent additions is this CD by Jenny Owens Young who blends country, folk, dirty lyrics, songs about fucking dudes and leaving them for her own personal pleasure, and all other types of craziness. She is playing tonight in Philly at the Tin Angel for $10 bucks and its gonna be the raddest show since she generally talks shit on the audience in between songs which is always a good look for an emerging folkstress singing in the city of brotherly love.

Go at 10:30 the show will be over by the time its 12:00 and you can show off your one speed to all the 30 something’s as they realize its going to be an hour and a half drive back to Doylestown.