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Friday, May 20, 2005

And Now I Will Stick My Head in a Meat Grinder

It's Friday night and I'm just chillin. I'm playing a poker tournament with about 700 people in it, I doubled up in the very first hand, and life is good. I think, Hey, I should listen to some tunage. I'm sick of my own tunage, so I'm gonna check out some internet radio.

Somehow, I ended up at Blastro and what I found there made sad to admit that I like electronic music. I should have known what I'd be getting when I chose "Let Me Be Your Fantasy" by Ashley Jade. Go on, check it out. If you're not huddled in a corner and shaking when it's over, come on back and let me know what you think.

This ridiculous song's meaningless lyrics sit on top of a trance number that is showcased in Every Other Trance Song in the World. The "club" they're dancing in reminds me of this gay club in San Antonio that I used to go to when I was 18. Ah, many a good time was had at The Bottom (Bonham Exchange). The key thing to remember here is that I was 18. In addition, there wasn't a Christina Aguilera trance rip-off busting loosely choreographed and ill-timed dance moves in hoochie-wear from the Sale bin at Frederick's of Hollywood.

No Ashley, I think I'm going to let someone else be my fantasy. Perhaps someone with a large knife who is willing to gouge out my eyes and cut off my ears so I will no longer be exposed to the musical perils of this rotten, cruel world.

As a sidenote, I'm still doing rather well in my tournament, but I've been getting some killer hands and no one will call me. Not even when I just bet the blind amount. Call me, dammit!

posted by platkat @ 11:44 PM