For some ungodly reason I’ve had three songs by Chicago stuck in my head for the past few days. This is a problem, as I don’t like Chicago (the band or the city).
Because the only other option for getting them out of my brain is to blow them out, with a bullet, I decided to download them and listen to them.
I think the bullet would have been preferable.
(For the record, I don’t have anything specific against the city of Chicago. I just know that when I’ve been there I’ve felt a vague, but powerful, sense of unease that just refused to go away until I was finally out of the city. There was also this chick that my friend Joel briefly dated who was this annoying “Chicago-phile” who insisted that it was the artistic and cultural center of the universe and would not stop talking about how wonderful it was and always steered the conversation back to Chicago. Plushhh ssshe talked like thishhh. You know, like Shelly on South Park. Ssshhut up, turd!)
The songs stuck in my head, for the record, are If You Leave Me Now, Saturday in the Park, and Beginnings.
(Speaking of South Park, at least If You Leave Me Now makes me chuckle a little, as I can imagine Butters singing it the way he did in that episode when Cartman convinced him that everyone had been turned into zombies. Imagine it for yourself: “Oooooooo no, baby please don’t go.” In Butters’ voice it’s hilarious, though Peter Cetera’s voice has a sort of cheesy amusement factor to it as well.)
God, this is dreadful (I’m listening to them now. “A man selling ice cream.” Aargh!).
Anyway, I did jack today.
My first morning after not wearing the lenses started out okay, but my vision rapidly faded.
(“A man playing guitar.” Shut up, shut up, shut up!)
Anyway, that was my Saturday not in the park.
(“Mostly I’m silent,” he says. If only that were true.)
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