[untitled #437]

By Todd Stadler · Sunday, September 22, 2002 11:41pm

In keeping with the next week's theme of going bat-freaking insane with work (freelance web projects, normal work stuff, and preparing for a trip to Italy (my current Italian skills involve communicating my lack of ability to communicate in Italian)), I have reverted to music that once accompanied a similar time of stress and too-much to to do, too little time.

Yes, it's back-to-college music week. And what luck that my early college years were chock full of angsty fare like Pearl Jam and Nirvana (and, um, Ace of Base and the Spin Doctors, but I don't own any of that) which only makes my current struggles seem that much more real.

Right, I need a ten-year old (!) song to make me feel that my staying up until almost dawn for several days in a row is more legit. That's dumb.

Okay, one note about Pearl Jam's song "Glorified G" and then it's back to stupid freelance work. Beeman's friend used to think that the lyrics "glorified version of a pellet gun" were "twenty-five hammers and you know it's true".

That makes me laugh every time. What does "twenty-five hammers even mean? If you're going to hear something wrong, wouldn't you expect it would be something that made more sense?

Also, "glorified version of a pellet gun" is a kind of goofy way of referring to a real gun.