e.e.c.
i saw this documentary on pbs a long time ago and i can’t believe this, my favorite part of the whole thing, is on freaking youtube! of course it is. wtf isn’t.
towards the end, i love when john sebastian talks about how the beatles couldn’t figure out how to play “daydream” on the guitar, its adorable imagining that.
summary of clip from the youtube description:
A few years ago a portable jukebox was discovered which belonged to John Lennon in the 1960s. The jukebox conntained a tracklist of 40 records - soul, R&B and Rock ‘n’ Roll - written in Lennon’s own handwriting. These are the songs which shaped his musical education and they reveal many of the original sources of inspiration for his later songwriting.
if you ever feel like skipping, frolicking even, down the street like a fucking asshole, put this in your ipod and smoke it:
who the fuck just sent me a “parcel” from winston-salem, NC? i do not know anyone in NC (only people who USED to live in NC). i did not order anything from NC, i have not ordered anything online in months. i got a postal slip in my mailbox today saying my parcel will be available for pickup tomorrow. not only am i scared to go find out what it is, i hate going to my post office more than anyone will ever know. maybe you will find out just how much i hate it tomorrow after work when i go there to see just what this mysterious parcel is and i am live photo blogging the complete SHIT SHOW which is the manhattanville station post office.
also i don’t know why i tumbled the google zip code search results and not an actual photo of the postal slip so don’t click on that, its nothing, just a representation of my confusion. note to self, whatever eden, this whole fucking blog is a representation of your confusion.
look @ this awesome pic i just took of lindsey lohan
its from a magazine dated four years ago

