Analyzing the lyrics: not always advisable
At the gym I attended in the city, they played a steady diet of hip hop, house, trance and club mixes, all of which I cannot stand. Club music is an insult to musicians. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, etc. But I wasn't there to listen to music. Just exercise.
The gym I now attend in the lily-white New Jersey suburbs plays the lily-white classic rock hits of the '70s and 80's. Sometimes, I miss the THUMP.
I was doing my warm-ups and dissecting the lyrics of the awful Good Lovin' Gone Bad by British dinosaur rockers, Sad Company. Oh, excuse me. I mean Bad Company. Towards the end of the song, Paul Rogers sings:
Good lovin' gone bad
And baby, I'm a bad man
Ooh. But earlier in the song, he belly aches:
'Cos I'm a man
I got my pride
Don't need no woman
to hurt me inside.
Don't need no?! What the fuck is don't need no?! Isn't that, like, a quadruple-negative? Good-bye, English language. And which is it, buddy? Are you a bad man or a girlie-man who walks around with his broken heart dripping off his puffy white sleeve? Make up your mind.
THUMP.
I almost got into an auto accident. I was in the Costco parking lot. I came to a full stop, looked right, didn't look left, and hit the gas. The car approaching from the left didn't have a stop sign. I locked up my brakes and he missed me by inches. It would have been my fault, too. Christ, it's the absolute worst feeling in the world.
The gym I now attend in the lily-white New Jersey suburbs plays the lily-white classic rock hits of the '70s and 80's. Sometimes, I miss the THUMP.
I was doing my warm-ups and dissecting the lyrics of the awful Good Lovin' Gone Bad by British dinosaur rockers, Sad Company. Oh, excuse me. I mean Bad Company. Towards the end of the song, Paul Rogers sings:
Good lovin' gone bad
And baby, I'm a bad man
Ooh. But earlier in the song, he belly aches:
'Cos I'm a man
I got my pride
Don't need no woman
to hurt me inside.
Don't need no?! What the fuck is don't need no?! Isn't that, like, a quadruple-negative? Good-bye, English language. And which is it, buddy? Are you a bad man or a girlie-man who walks around with his broken heart dripping off his puffy white sleeve? Make up your mind.
THUMP.
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I almost got into an auto accident. I was in the Costco parking lot. I came to a full stop, looked right, didn't look left, and hit the gas. The car approaching from the left didn't have a stop sign. I locked up my brakes and he missed me by inches. It would have been my fault, too. Christ, it's the absolute worst feeling in the world.
posted by The Unbearable Banishment at
1:30 PM
10 Comments:
Good drivin' gone bad.
Car crash? Don't need none neither! :¬)
(And ta for visiting my baby!)
I had to listen to country music during pilates this morning. Whoever made the mix for her put UB40's version of Red Red Wine in amongst the country, and she advanced past it to some wife left me, dog died, got drunk ballad. Yeah for me.
As for the near miss, this is exactly why I don't get mad at people when they make driving errors (as long as they aren't on the phone that is). I'm sure you're typically a fine driver. You just made a mistake, but no one was hurt. We all do it.
Kykn: ANOTHER gem. Jeeze. Where do you GET them?
Map: Everyone deserves birthday greetings! Especially when it's an important number.
Cat: I like UB40 a lot. Did you know Red Red Wine is a Neil Diamond song? It's true!
i don't even know where to begin, sugar! whatever happened to quiet gyms? xoxox
(re: the near miss, what miss cat said, i second!)
(by the by, as a result of reading y'all go on about cellphones (don't ask how my mind works) i have taken to leaving my phone on silent while i drive.)
worst feeling in the world is actually hitting someone else, and it is your fault. almost getting hit because of doing a bonehead maneuver? second worst...
Every now and again, Bad Company is the only thing that works.
I don't know what that means. But I'm trying to justify the continued existence of Bad Company.
OK, can't.
Classical music might help concentration.
Wouldn't it be interesting to have classical music in a gym?
Sx
I went to the gym for like a month. Didn't like it. It's not that I don't like exercise, it's just the environment. I prefer to exercise outside (fresh air) by myself. Gyms make me feel self-conscious.
Savannah: Bad music + texting + cell chats = gym douche bags. Glad I could have a positive influence on your lifestyle.
Daisy: True, that. Crunching metal and glass WOULD be much worse!
AFM: I had my moment with Bad Company when I was much, much younger, but I don't need to hear anymore, thanks.
SB: I'd be willing to try that before any of the other crap I've been subjected to.
Sid: I'm not crazy about gyms, either, but what can I do? The alternative is much worse.
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