January 2010
Wednesday. Two-thirty P.M. A teen standing near a tree lights a Kool Menthol 100. His unusually small eyes dart around, searching for someone to challenge his poor life choices. Fifteen feet away, two muffin-top-tattooed teen girls stand near a dumpster, both of them with iPhones in one hand and the other arm shoved elbow-deep in the back of the others’ low-riding skinny jeans. A teen sitting in the back of a small, foreign pickup truck watches them as he produces almost five times more saliva than the average person. In the cab of the truck a sickly-skinny teen boy plays tongue hockey with a girl two years his senior and twice his size. They both suffer from Victorian-era-grade acne, and smell faintly of Pine-sol.
This is the way of the teen.
” —Jeffrey RowlandBooker T. & the M.G.’s - “Something”
Listen to how Booker takes over Steve’s solo, in rhythm, voicing, and harmony—so smooth, so overwhelming—and yet it’s just so that he can grab the mic long enough to transform that vamping that Steve starts (actually under the start of Booker’s turn at the dance) into a stomp that’ll give him enough room to weave the end up. I think I’m making Marc Parker a mixtape.
The Meters - “Pungee”
Gotta make ‘em count these days.
Maybe some Wiley and the Checkmates tomorrow. ‘Til then, “Julie is a Junkie,” by the Eastern Dark, courtesy of Twist and Burn Volume 1.