van morrison

i love the song "sweet thing" off the Astral Weeks album by van morrison.
other songs i've been digging:

aint no sushine van morrison
many men 50 cent
no leaf clover mettalica
oh word? beastie boys
else built to spill
hate it or love it the game
big iron marty robbins

speaking of marty robbins (i'm going to look this up... ok) he was in his prime in the fifties. i guess that was a long time ago. but my deal is this: his lyrics in his later "gunslinger" days were just like rap of today. he talks about not being tied down, not givin a fuck, shootin muh'fukkas over women and whatever. but you know who really paved the way? bob wills. bob fucking wills. the original hype man. flava flav couldn't carry bob wills' jock. bob wills is yellin out the "awwwww yeahhhh" 's, the "here i go" 's, he hypes his piano player, his harmonica player, he says that one of the dudes is after him with a razor and i've heard he was a vicious drunk and belittled his band relentlessly. i love it.

so i had a triple header this weekend. technically, it was a best of three series in the first round of the playoffs. we won the first game 4-3 after 11 innings. it was 3-3 after the 3rd inning and then we didn't score for an hour or so and then julian hit a walk off single to score a runner from third. i think there was one or no outs, so it was looking good. the second game we got blanked 5-0 and in the third game we were winning 5-2 in the fifth when your boy comes running up on a hard grounder to me in left, and i'm thinking about gunning the dude at the plate who was gonna round from second. i already threw out one guy on that play, and the next dude held up, but this time i could tell the dude was going home, and as i was noticing that, i forgot to get my damn glove down and the fucking ball went right under it, dude scored of course and the hitter went to third with no outs. they ended up putting something like 6 up that inning and i was feeling like shizz. i wasn't hitting either. well, actually, i couldn't be hitting the ball any harder, but the GD thing kept going right at the left fielder. i'm serious, i was crushing the ball. i hit one over in the third game and everyone was saying it was like mcgwire's 62nd; just a laser beam. but somehow we pulled it out and advanced to round two, which is this coming weekend vs. the yankees. i hate teams that are named the yankees. so fucking unoriginal. course, we're the stingrays, so whatever. i guess it's a lot better than the spanks.
so i guess they're good. they beat us twice this season, both times by one run. we'll kill them. i'll hit 5 or 6 bombs. no dizz.

seinfeld's on. i love that show.