Frozen Doors
Just got home from work. As I sit here drinking Grandpa's whiskey (yes, it's really my Grandpa's whiskey - he's been dead for 30 years) my cats are getting uber-violent with each other, I kind of hate that, because they often end up knocking shit over. I swear it sounds like there are 3-year olds running around upstairs.
Today I busted out my Metallica cds, I was inspired (?) to listen to them after watching the documentary "Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills" the other day. Metallica does the soundtrack - well, essentially it's all songs from Master of Puppets. The movie is in two parts, so if you decide to check it out, which I very highly recommend doing, give yourself 5 hours. It's a pretty fucking amazing, sad story. Your opinions and emotions will really run the gamut, trust me.
So I took Master of Puppets in the car with me as I ran errands before work today. I probably haven't listened to it since last summer maybe. It is a wonderful cd, and of course for me is tinged with all sorts of associations that at this point in my life I don't mind. People, places, even articles of clothing are trapped in the notes, and that's ok.
I went to the bubble-gum scented carwash and cranked "Welcome Home (Sanitarium)" as the bubbly mist of foam obscured my view of everything, and jets of water pounded and vibrated my little black car. It was really lovely. If only the car wash lasted a bit longer. And if only my doors didn't freeze shut tonight as a consequence of having gone. I got in through one of the back doors and made it to the front in a Houdini-like fashion.
The cats have only moments ago called a truce, tonight's battle was a rager. My shot's worth of whiskey is almost gone. I barely knew ya Gramps, but thanx for this fine bottle, and cheers.
Today I busted out my Metallica cds, I was inspired (?) to listen to them after watching the documentary "Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills" the other day. Metallica does the soundtrack - well, essentially it's all songs from Master of Puppets. The movie is in two parts, so if you decide to check it out, which I very highly recommend doing, give yourself 5 hours. It's a pretty fucking amazing, sad story. Your opinions and emotions will really run the gamut, trust me.
So I took Master of Puppets in the car with me as I ran errands before work today. I probably haven't listened to it since last summer maybe. It is a wonderful cd, and of course for me is tinged with all sorts of associations that at this point in my life I don't mind. People, places, even articles of clothing are trapped in the notes, and that's ok.
I went to the bubble-gum scented carwash and cranked "Welcome Home (Sanitarium)" as the bubbly mist of foam obscured my view of everything, and jets of water pounded and vibrated my little black car. It was really lovely. If only the car wash lasted a bit longer. And if only my doors didn't freeze shut tonight as a consequence of having gone. I got in through one of the back doors and made it to the front in a Houdini-like fashion.
The cats have only moments ago called a truce, tonight's battle was a rager. My shot's worth of whiskey is almost gone. I barely knew ya Gramps, but thanx for this fine bottle, and cheers.
posted by Black Egg at 12:18 AM
2 Comments:
at least its old mettalica. they turned into such big babies when napster was letting people burn their songs for free... the black album was the last one where i still had some respect for them... sounds cold where you are at... i remember those days of de-iceing door locks and scrapeing windshields.... no thanx... i complain here now when it gets close to cold... and props to pops for the liquer.... its nice for memories...
Yeah, it's really not necessary to have any Metallica albums beyond the Black Album. I could see Lars Ulrich's point, to a point, but he took it too far and came across as whiny.
This winter has been so mild, even here, that I can't complain too much. But I hate the cold. If I'm ever a millionaire I'll buy a winter home, maybe in Mexico! Or Brazil...or in the Caribbean. Dream on.
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