Wherein I'm Pretty Sure I Get Hit On Through Song

Alright, so a couple weeks ago, this singer/songwriter guy added me on facebook, and despite the fact that I totally have no idea who the eff he is (Add me! I need more fake virtual friends). Anyways, he added me because I (apparently) have good taste in music, and he was playing free concerts all over North America. Anyways, he invited me to a show he was doing at a Chapters five minutes from my house, so I figured what the fuck. Free music is free music after all.

Anyways, took my car over, fork over five bucks for coffee (Fuck me if I could figure out why) and buy a copy of Christopher Moore's Fluke, then sit down and wait as he sets up. He was pretty good over all. Mind you, he wasn't exactly travelling with roadies and a four piece band, so it was just him and a keyboard. I bought both his albums for $20, and he was very nice.

One of the things he told me when he invited me to the show was that he would do a Radiohead song since it was in the long list of music I listen to. So he did Creep, and I think he did a pretty good job. Although there was an awkward/flattering part where he took certain...liberties with the lyrics. There's a part in the song that goes:

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

Which is all good, but then he added this:

...I want a perfect body like Jeremy...

It was at that point that I made a mental note to google the lyrics once I got home.

Now, not that I mind possibly being hit on through song. Believe me, a guy pulls out a guitar, plays a few riffs, and I'm suddenly naked in bed, sucking down a post-coital cigarette. But at the same time, we were kinda in the middle of a starbucks, surrounded by old people and prostitots sipping frappucinos. I'm just saying, there's probably a better time for that. Just, not in front of the elderly. That being said, call me!

Anyways, after that, I went to work, blah blah blah, came home, blah blah blah, and wallowed in the blah blah blahness that is my life. And then I played some Little Big Planet. This is, honest to Godtopus, one of the best games I've ever played. Seriously. It's an old-timey platformer, only you can make your own levels, and everything looks like it's been made by the world's smartest Arts & Crafts class. and did I mention that Sackboy, the little guy you play as is FUCKING ADORABLE?

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! OHMYGODTOPUSSOCUTEWANNAMASHUPHISLILFACEANDCALLHIMMISTERCHIPS! Sorry, when I squee, all my words tend to come out together to form some sort of unholy clusterfuck abomination to the english language. Oh well.

Cheers!