In other news, I am falling deeper and deeper (more and more deeply?) in love with Elvis Costello. Man do I love his songs, but MAN do I love them when I'm high, I FEEL them. I want to have sex with Elvis. I want to have angry sex, tender sex, bitter sex with Elvis Costello, one after another and all at once. What's his marriage situation, again? So that I can have factually accurate fantasies?
It's because I don't listen to much rock music these days, is why. Electronic music doesn't really make you want to have sex with its . . . author. Neither does rap, though if it does, it's just "bouncin'", which is mad dirty and nasty. Only in rock music do you hear the bitterness and the crying and the . . . man. "My hand on your hip"? Are you kidding? Fuck me now, Elvis, seriously. Just five minutes, just give me five minutes, I don't care, anything.