chicago was hectic.

my brother was amazing. that kid can play bass like nobody's business. he is amazing for a) being seventeen years old, and b) for only having played for a year and a half. he's my new hero, and he should be yours. when i get his chicago cd, i'll upload it. because i know you're dying to hear it.

anyway, a lot can happen in three days, and it did.

families are important. pets are important. music is important. audiobooks by robert ludlum are important. having exact change at those stupid tolls is important. coming home to my roommates who have been drinking since 5pm is important. "thunderstruck" by ac/dc is important. female bonding is important. 24 hour mcdonalds is important. and my beautiful joel finding my wallet is important.

i've had a lot of weird dreams about the most random people lately. last night, for example, i dreamed about a guy i knew a long-ass time ago at church, my pseudo-brother jordan, and ann perkins. and we were at mounds view high school. i won't go into it because i'm sure nobody really cares, but trust me -- it was weird. i wonder if i should be eating more protein or something. doesn't that affect dreams? i'm pretty sure i just made that up.

enough. the sunday 5 was delayed for a good reason, and here it is.
i've been trying to do a theme lately, but it hasn't really been happening. there is no rhyme or reason to this one. maybe next week.

the sunday monday 5.
1. the traveling wilburys: dirty world.
my parents played the traveling wilburys non-stop as i grew up. this song sticks out as the dirtiest song that i knew as a seven year old. bob dylan's voice is slightly creepy singing things like "you don't need no wax job/you're smooth enough for me/if you need your oil changed/i'll do it for you.... free." creepy in the good way. so if you were looking for a song jam-packed with sexual innuendos to play around seven year old children, this is the one for you.

2. the radiators: soul deep.
....care of pelowski. seeing this band live at pizza lucé is probably one of the highlights of freshman year... although i don't remember much from it. i do remember the lead singer smoking pot on stage. and i remember the keyboard player headbanging so hard that i thought he was going to smack his head into his microphone and busting the gigantic vein in his forehead and getting blood all over his keyboard and myself, respectively. i was very worried about that. anyway, this is a great tune. great band. great song. great. yep.

3. system of a down: prison song.
i remember liking system of a down from the minute my first listening of "chop suey" was over. "toxicity" was a great tune as well. this song was the one that convinced me that system of a down is beginning to fill the blunt protest music-shaped void that rage against the machine left in my heart. i can even get over the low, growling screams that go along with this type of music... the kind that i hate with such a burning passion. it works, and i can actually get behind it.

4. robert palmer: simply irresistable.
good man. i can honestly say that i was heartbroken when he died. there isn't anyone who cannot rock out to this tune. you love it and you know it. this was the video that shania twain mercilessly ripped off, right? any pop culture buffs? kim garvey?

5. john prine: please don't bury me.
any song that starts out with "woke up this morning/put on my slippers/walked in the kitchen and died" has got to be a good tune. i was brought up on john prine as well, and this was the first song that i swore in front of my parents singing along to. maybe that's how i started down the path of shamelessly flinging obscenities everywhere i go. it's catchy as all hell. enjoy this one.

so i've got a beef with dave muhs. i doubt he reads this, but it's important to make this vendetta public. let me enlighten you.

dave muhs beat me up last night.

you don't beat up girls. it doesn't matter how belligerant or provoking they are, you just don't do it. i may or may not have threatened to beat him up, and i may or may not have shoved him, all in good fun. the next thing i know, my legs have been pulled out from underneath me and i am laying flat on my back, shocked and speechless.

YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BEAT UP GIRLS, DAVE MUHS.
you aren't supposed to beat up girls.