Another completely trashed 45 saved (or at least made playable) by Titebond II; can’t go wrong with anything that features “Dap” in the title, amiright?
Some interesting bits to be found on this record, particularly the moody organ intro/outro that bookends this track.
My most favoritist song right now.
Steve Almond, “Against Football: One Fan’s Reluctant Manifesto.” The reason why 75.9% of my conversations with suburban dads have not resulted in awkward silence as they could give a crap on a majority of my interests.
Just another funkin’ Friday.
Screw the Yoko haters… this final collaboration with Lennon just plain rules.
What begins as a gimmicky sounding native american chant (it’s not… these guys were legit) quickly turns into some soulful commentary reminiscent of Dorsey’s “Yes We Can.”
"Here’s some things remembered: I was an awkward, nonathletic beanpole teenager who didn’t get angry often, liked my parents mostly, had a close group of friends that changed yearly, avoided fights as they were mostly unwarranted, average grades in school, immersed in art/doodling/music/skateboarding, and later, relationships.
My 14 year old (adopted) son is the complete opposite, more like 70/30: gifted at every sport/athletic/academic ability, cocksure because of it; naturally hormonal for the touch of a female, but understands not boundaries.
In less than a week, my wife and I have witnessed:
(1) a saved photo on his mobile displaying his teenage erection, unsent to a random underage flirt that started as a wrong number;
(2) a game winning goal for his varsity team that has been on a losing streak for two seasons (keepin’ it positive here);
(3) tonight picking him up at his first football game as a high-schooler, can’t find him anywhere, running into random groups of peers who are telling us he’s going to fight some senior who he’d sarcastically pissed off during the game. Find him before it goes down, take him home. Turns out the senior was a friend of my daughter’s, so my wife and son get into it and he’s punching holes in the wall, while I laugh hysterically because I’m legally stoned, and I just don’t really care about anything more but superficial things, actually.
How did I manage to raise the kind of kid I’d fucking hate when I was his age?”
~Sincerely, Kinda Bad Dad