if you only knew how hard it is for me to concentrate

ive never had this problem before.

i can pay attention to things for minutes and then on to the next.

i need a staff. i need interns. i need a consiglieri. i need a busboy.

the great singer of the Cure, Robert Smith, went on tour once and reportedly had an assistant that could only ask him questions that he could answer with yes and no.

i need that. but if i was singing, id get bored of a song after a minute. maybe i would have to play the tunes at twice the speed.

im even bored with this post.

must be something strange i kissed

how are the cure not in the rock and roll hall of fame?

this song is called Return. it’s off the Cure’s 10th album Wild Mood Swings (1996).

four singles were released from that album, this wasn’t any of them.

who is that prolific that they can give you 20 years of music leading up to their 10th album

and the so called fifth best song is something as joyful and wonderful and sweet and sassy

as Return?

if i was the commissioner of baseball i wouldnt start the 2014 season

until the rock hall honored robert smith for 38 years of beautiful pop tunes

only a few more days of this chicago vacation left

beartoday i hear theres a little league game with my nephews name on it.

yesterday we all played bocce and ate italiano and drank and listened to jazz and smoked stogies and carried the little baby around and ate ice cream and talked to canadian girls

and then mom drove home and we watched mad men and she kept dozing off so i farted and she was all im nodding im not asleep

and don draper would say something and shed laugh and then a minute later she wouldnt laugh so i said something rude and she woke up and then she stayed up

and we talked about the 60s when she was a young lady and how different or undifferent her life was from theres

and then i showed her when Shaq dressed up as Prince on Kelly and that NY Giant show.

then for real she passed out so i went to my lonely room and read and read and read while this michael jackson concert played on my television. it was from the Bad tour in England.

you can see it on the youtubes. he was amazing. never stopping. body rocking.

moms favorite country star is Taylor Swift and t-swizzy could learn a few things from the king of pop

first thing: just keep playing. forget about the crowd so much. i know they scream when you say hello vancouver

but they love you theyre gonna scream no matter what you do, so freaking rock

and then rock harder. and then when theyre not expecting it do something super cool.

and when you do address the crowd, which MJ did do, omg will the crowd erupt. or sing. or whatever.

the crowd wants to be amazed, not condescended to.

the crowd wants to see a great dance move so give them 5.

the crowd wants to have something to tell their friends at school about

so give them so many

they’ll be talking about it on the school bus to school

and coming home after they talked aboot it all day.

today i was reminded how great the cure’s The End of the World is

which is why i feel fine

im making a cure mix cd for someone who has never really listened to the cure

robert smith how do you do something like that? not try to figure out what to put on there, thats easy, anything. but how do you go through life for thirty years and not really ever have the need to throw on a cure record.

the first cure song i ever heard was lets go to bed which made me want to play the bass. robert smiths voice interested me however because where i grew up you didnt really try to pull a queer eye for the straight guy act unless — well you just didnt do it.

and even though he was singing about a girl he sang it like he does. and femme in chicago at the time wasnt all that cool. neither were the synths or hand claps. but oddly enough it was queens another one bites the dust that allowed for the cure to be accepted. that tune was a huge number one hit and it had a similar bass dominance and femmie singer.

still, the song ruled and everyone looked the other way.

i know i know, weird, but thats how times were back then. you had to worry about everything. i think thats one of the reasons billy corgan is all messed up. why didnt he just put out more zwan records. whats the difference? the bass player wasnt hot enough? she was amazing.

by now he woulda come out with 4-5 pumpkins records and at least two of em woulda been mindblowing.

next up is fascination street. bass pushed back a little. this single first came out on a soundtrack. i cant remember which. i was working at the college radio station at the time. but it was the practice station. it was AM only. and only if you lived on campus. then it went cable, which meant you had to plug the cable into your ass and have someone put a fork in your mouth.

i played that song and a dinosaur jr song and i said anyone listening to this show certainly doesnt deserve this music and truly needs to reevaluate why you have a coax cable up your ass so you can listen to cable college radio when youre about two feet from the pacific ocean and about 5 feet from the most gorgeous coeds this side of maui. this is the new one from the cure on 88.9 FM the juice, uc santa barbara’s kjuc.

the debate about which version of close to me is one id rather not enter. purists are rarely pure. and who wants someone pure making your mixed cds? if i made porns i would use this song. if i made porns i wouldnt ask for rights. rights fuck shit up. is the cure really gonna license close to me to a xxx porno about a lonely bullfighter who only became a bullfighter because he believed you couldnt beat the uniform. he liked bulls too much to fight em and he liked the clothes too much to be a bus driver. everyone told him that you can be a hot lookin bus driver but he insisted that the bus company had their own uniform and nowhere did it include a cape.

six different ways makes you believe that anythings possible in life. fuckers carefree as a little girl on a mountain of pink cotton candy heading over to the blue hill over yonder. if i was in a punk band id speed through this one in about twenty seconds as an encore and rip the bra cup from the bass player and reveal his sunshiney nipple ring.

at some point the dance partys gotta start so its why cant i be you. best use of horns since tsars startime and before that the doors touch me. the doors were on elektra like the cure and i suppose that means the next song should be the cure covering the doors on that elektra records anniversary cd rubyiat where they did a pretty damn good version of hello, i love you.

but no. next comes lovecats. if i had a gay porn id put this in there but im not into gay porn. this is another in the long line of perfect walks around the bass. its pretty much an education. its a sideshow on its own. it wouldnt take over the whole song if it wasnt for those weird bottles and other assorted bizzaro sounds going on.

love song is next. dance partys over. if i pitched baseballs at night against a barn in ohio id want this on the boombox on the tractor seat as the sun set and the gnats swarmed and the corn stalks bent away from the wind. it rained tonight in hell-ay. if i was driving listening to juice newton id dig around the 8 track bag for something that had this song on it. if i died and became a fisher price xylophone playing ghost id haunt your funky ass with this one.

when people talk about 80s music they seriously need to include jumping someone elses train. modern english drumbeats, little splash cymbals, uh-GAIN and uh-GAIN and uh-GAIN and uh-GAIN and somehow these lyrics were deep in the 80s, maybe it was just the fade out.

shit, im depressed now.

memories suck.

lick got 2,000 hits today.

it was a fluke.

im listening to the darkness now. fuck the cure.

three lick girls:

sage + ashly brooke + tina