It's possible I'll be in a crummy mood later -- depends how
the football game turns out, I guess -- so I thought I'd post something quick now.
A day alone, no kids, means a day for a haircut, a day of laying in provisions. Some wine and beer, a few comic books, dish detergent and some sponges, a new wine glass (because last night, sitting at the desk, I set down on the floor an empty beer bottle....right through the top of an empty wine glass that was there first).
Came home to find
my new t-shirt had come. Grin. I'm so easily pleased with such small, cheap things.
David Berman's Silver Jews aren't small and cheap, but they're shambling and rambling. I'm looking forward to the new album coming out later this year, as I am Stephen Malkmus', which has had glittering reviews, so here they are singing together this song that I'm not sure quite how to identify with.
"Advice to the Graduate" -- it's a back-and-forth, with Berman as the mentor, offering instructions on everything from the mundane ("sleep on your back and ash in your shoe") to the anachronistic ("always use the old sense of the word") to the actually useful ("the third drink will lead you astray") to faux-mystic hipster wisecracks ("on the last day of your life, don't forget to die"). Malkmus chimes in as the naif: "I know you've got a lot of hope for a new man."
So, which one am I? I've had cause recently to feel like both.
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Advice to the Graduate, Silver Jews
