Jul 05 2004
Shopping & Sloughing
The ballpark burn is now peeling in a very unappealing manner. My arms look like I have leprosy lite, and it appears the burn is going to devolve into a tan – one that ends abruptly at the elbow, where I rolled up the sleeves of my Giants shirt. Gives a whole new meaning to tan lines.
On the bright side, when I was out shopping for some new music, the clerk at the record store, who looked to either be in college or fresh out of it (possibly everyone looks young to a vintage babe like me) complimented me on my taste in music. Here’s what got the 20-something Record Store Clerk Seal of Approval:
Madvillain: Madvillainy
Gift of Gab: 4th Dimensional Rocket Ships Going Up (silly names on both of them, but both are fab. He’s one of the Blackalicious vocalists)
Wilco: A Ghost is Born
Nappy Roots: Watermelon, Chicken and Gritz
J-Kwon: Hood Hop
Cee-Lo Green: Cee-Lo Green…Is the Soul Machine