From: owner-loud-fans-digest@smoe.org (loud-fans-digest) To: loud-fans-digest@smoe.org Subject: loud-fans-digest V9 #169 Reply-To: loud-fans@smoe.org Sender: owner-loud-fans-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-loud-fans-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk loud-fans-digest Sunday, September 19 2010 Volume 09 : Number 169 Today's Subjects: ----------------- [loud-fans] new Vaselines and a blurb (longish, but good) [TruePantone293] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2010 16:53:06 -0400 (EDT) From: TruePantone293@aol.com Subject: [loud-fans] new Vaselines and a blurb (longish, but good) I picked up a 7.99 promo copy of the SEX WITH AN X and am not disappointed. I've joked they are now The Geritols, but hey, at least they're still kickin' and makin' noise (me included!). Also, I'm quite impressed with this passage in the Sheffield memoir LOVE IS A MIX TAPE (and not because it is in SC, circa 1990). THIS is writing to me: Have you ever been in a car with a southern girl blasting through South Carolina when Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Call Me the Breeze" comes on the radio? Sunday afternoon, sun out, windows down, nowhere to hurry back to? I never had. I was twenty-three. Renee turned up the radio and began screaming along. Renee was driving. She always preferred driving, since she said I drove like an old Irish lady. I thought to myself, Well, I have wasted my whole life up to this moment. Any other car I've ever been in was just to get me here, any road I've ever been on was just to get me here, any other passenger seat I've ever sat on, I was just riding here. I barely recognized this girl sitting next to me, screaming along to the piano solo. I thought, There is nowhere else in the universe I would rather be at this moment. I could count the places I would not rather be. I've always wanted to see New Zealand, but I'd rather be here. The majestic ruins of Machu Picchu? I'd rather be here. A hillside in Cuenca, Spain, sipping coffee and watching leaves fall? Not even close. There is nowhere else I could imagine wanting to be besides here in this car, with this girl, on this road, listening to this song. If she breaks my heart, no matter what hell she puts me through, I can say it was worth it, just because of right now. Out the window is a blur and all I can really hear is this girl's hair flapping in the wind, and maybe if we drive fast enough the universe will lose track of us and forget to stick us somewhere else. p.s. There's a new Douglas Coupland book, and I'm supposed to get a free one, and was told campers from "Camp Coupland" (the old Coupland list) would get mentioned in the credits for their assistance (yay!) - --Mark ------------------------------ End of loud-fans-digest V9 #169 *******************************