kiss my feet

I was on Amazon today looking for some books. I just finished reading Killing Yourself to Live by Chuck Klosterman and I wanted to pick up his latest book IV. I'm not sure if I would read this book even if I had it; I'm still chewing on the last one. I'm not sure if I like Klosterman, I have a few friends who geek out over him but there's something about him or his character that makes me think I might kick him in the shin if we were to meet. If in a post-apocalyptic world, knowledge of pop culture was used as currency, Klosterman would could buy himself one of those uber pimp LamBROginis. But he wouldn't, he's way too cool for that. Here's the essence of Klosterman's message: I know more about music than anyone on the planet, girls seems to like me/ girls seem to get caught temporarily in my ego and spend the next 2 years trying to break free, Kiss is the best band despite them not being a very good band at all. Klosterman is one of those guys you would kill to be friends with. He has so much to say. He's articulate beyond reason. He talks constantly, and that means you have to do less work. Everything is spelled out for you and thats freaking awesome. He's the kind of person you can have a conversation with and not need to/be able to say anything more than "I know exactly what you mean" and "That's exactly how it was for me" he's your man crush for about 200 pages and then you cant wait for him to fall asleep so you can feel good about yourself again.

ANYWAY I was on Amazon and I spotted this little message on the top of the page:

(Not: Christ...?)

Nope. Not Christ. Not even close, but thanks for asking. Good luck finding him tho, he's a shifty fella. There are some people who claim to have found Jesus but they never fully disclose his whereabouts. Much like Dick Cheny, Jesus is hard to pin down (in a figurative sense of course, he was eventually literally pinned down.) Perhaps he's under the couch. Or in the lint trap of the dryer. Who knows Amazon, who knows.

I'm listening to Rumours by Fleetwood Mac. I've had a lot of arguments with my friends over the merit of Fleetwood Mac. Most of them are of the unfortunate opinion that Fleetwood Mac is a silly band with little to no relevance who play simple music. If you also feel this way, you are most likely currently digesting the most recent Explosions in the Sky album, wearing Levi's 501s that are too small for you, and thumbing the phone number of your ex-girlfriend "just to catch up." Ill say it this way too: if you don't like Fleetwood Mac please punch yourself in the head. Rumours is one of the best albums of all time. Please, take a break from googling concert pictures of The Animal Collective and give this song a listen. 

When this album was released there was a deafening amount of infidelity and pain running within the band and thus the entirety of the album is devoted to this theme. At the time, guitarist Lindsay Buckingham had just ended a very long relationship with singer Stevie Nicks;  drummer Mick Fleetwood was having sex with Stevie; and bassist John McVie divorced keyboardist Christie McVie. If you listen closely at the beginning of the cut you can hear Stevie Nicks moan "fuck" under her breath and then heave a heavy sigh before the man she's having sex with hits the bass pedal and the once love of her life plays the first gentle guitar riff of what the band agreed was a "perfect" song.