Drinking With Myself

Vinyl!?! 😲

We donated ours a while back...All sorts of genre. We even had Star Wars
 
I have been really nostalgic recently and trying to remember why all my other usernames and personalities including Modern Drunkard were fucking banned.

Any help with that or Mr Underground, Unshaven Shaman, Ugliest Son? Am I probably missing one or two but life is wild as fuck you freaks.
Most were before my time but rumor has it you would turn into an asshole. I personally don't see it but my source was “reliable”.
Fuck I need a hobby.
Yes, you do. Drinking and wanking only get you so far. Didn't we discuss church?
I aint living like I should
A little rest might do me good

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This looks like living pretty ok. Plus you've got an adorable companion(I forgot to quote that photo) but we can all use a little shake up sometime. What about volunteering at a public radio station to dj a weekly show?
 
What an idiot. Was this around Live A Little release?
Yes, right after Live a Little came out. I thought the re-recorded version was over-produced in a way that detracted from the spare hopelessness of the relatively barebones original. The manager is far from an idiot, though. I just think that she and Joe and the producer and everyone who had a voice in the matter genuinely felt it was an improvement. I think it's too bad because that album has a few of what I consider some of Joe's finest songs.

Here is a chunk of the Pitchfork review at the time:

Originally, "Grudge F***" was an arena-sized mono-ironic AM-radio ballad trapped in a spindly acoustic shell. Pernice's earnest mewling on this track might recall "You Light Up My Life" or any Olivia Newton-John tearjerker, except that you'd never hear those lovely ladies lend their voice to a song about some broke-dick stoner dude begging for a mercy f***. When the chorus comes around-- "I would give anything to make it with you, just one more time/ I'd give you everything I own"-- it's pretty clear that all the narrator has to offer is some roach clips and a Foghat LP. It's sad and pathetic all at once, and the sparse backdrop of the song-- no drums, please, but a little piano would be lovely-- knowingly plays up both those angles. It's a nice piece of work (silly asterisks notwithstanding), and its inclusion in Pernice Brothers live sets isn't all that surprising.

Thirteen years later, "Grudge F***" finds itself all new for 2006, closing out the newest Pernice Brothers record, Live a Little. This record is a Scud reunion of sorts, with original SMB producer Michael Deming behind the boards. Deming was also the producer of the first Pernice Brothers, an album that naysayers and diehard Scud fans frowned upon because of its liberal (and supposedly awkward) deployment of strings and horns and all that non-Scud stuff. Those guys will be happy to put that frown back on their faces-- on this new album, the strings come in at all the wrong times. The 2K6 version of "Grudge F***" is the primary offender. What was once modest and understated is now louder than a bullhorn in a library. The track is gussied up with strings and drums and harmonies and all sorts of doodads that do a great job at destroying what made the track originally work. It's bad enough that the track's pseudo-dramatic bridge is undercut by this Spectorian bukkake-as-seppuku, but adding backing vocals that belabor the obvious-- hey, the narrator really is a loser!-- is just too much.


Holy crap! "Spectorian bukkake-as-seppuku"!!
 
Hurricanes and days off. 6th in a row but who the fuck is counting.






I'm trying, I'm trying to
Drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep away

 
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Muthafuckas doing nothing for 10 days but watching weather channel and boozing and that muh fucker is me.

Back Little Star - Patterson Hood

 
I like how this thread has different iterations of you, literally drinking with yourself. Way to live up to the thread title! ✅✅

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Back on my bullshit.


Like to take the high road
Ain't that the way that it should be?
Gettin' too damn stoned to remember
Gettin' so damn drunk that you can't see, man
It's hard doin' right, but hell, I sure should know
It's a lot harder than it seems
It's lonely up there on that high road
Won't someone please get high with me?


 
The kind



Sing me a song about a cowboy with an achin' heart
Ridin' along the lonesome prairie 'bout to fall apart
Every time those doggies moan
He doesn't feel so all alone
That's the kind of song that I like, the kind that breaks your heart
 
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