Heard on the Streets

"I'm about to drop it like it's hot."

If you didn't get the memo, Monday is the new Friday. Celebrate! The house across the street often hosts small stoop-parties, but never before so loud as bombs. I once thought they might be a fun bunch to befriend (yeah, I'm currently taking apps), but now I'm thinking, uh, NIET.

It started with drive-by heckling. Later they hit their stride screeching garbled obscenities at faceless neighbors. Then under dog-walker disguise I got close enough to hear the above quoted gem before shorty cued Dr. Dre. Before I could give a rehabilitative shout-out for the old school selection, I was stopped dead by the gruesome sound of two girls giving their best orgasm impression. Top of lungs, owls-under-harrowing-attack-style. It won't pretty. The dirty bird crescend-O was the proverbial straw that got the boys to drag the girls inside. Either it sobered 'em up enough to realize this wasn't very neighborly (or a little too neighborly) or got their wheels a-turnin' in another direction. Whatever the cause, the street thanks them kindly.

Now I’m off to bed with “Nuthin’ but a 'G' Thang” dancing in my head.

"That's How It Started"

This is The Walkmen with "In the New Year," off their new album, You & Me. (actually, youtube took it down, so now it's "The Rat"). Not sure if it's out yet, but here's a wee dose. I love this band.

I still remember the first time I heard The Rat. It was at the beginning of a very long and veddy veddy bad Sunday. One that started with a bike messenger "set-up" over pizza and ended with me and the messenger's formidable friend fighting over mac & cheese on GTA's pull-out sofa. Cringe. I was introduced to The Rat through the headphones of said forbidable fellow earlier in the day, and though I wasn't in the least attracted to him, I'd nevertheless go on to minorly make out with him by the end of the shameful night. Let this be a lesson to those who try to set me up.

The fact that I continue to listen to The Rat, a musical time machine straight to that icky Sunday, is a testament to just how much I like the song. Oh, and this new one ain't too shabby either.