Beyond these doors is an agony worse than all others. You will remain in here for eternity listening to... whiny protest songs from the Sixties.
mr. moon sent out an email today. a broadcast email. it seems mrs. moon made a request for a cd of music, to play after the birth of baby moon. which i think is in october? [there are a lot pregnant people around here, i get confused.] so anyway, this is what mr. moon said:
"so i got to thinking yesterday at work while trying to ignore my co-worker's constant complaining, "what songs would you like to hear on your first day of LIFE?" so after about 4 hours, I came up with a list of about 265 songs. but i was wondering what my friends/family might want to hear on their first days of LIFE - so i am now asking you for your help in this matter."
i was going to tell him i don’t have time for that shit, man. i’m very very very busy and extremely popular, and my opinion is sought by many. but that is not really true, because anyone who knows me knows that a: i'd rather compile a list of songs than do any number of chores that make up my day and b: i have a soft spot for mr. moon. ON THE TOP OF MY HEAD!
so i was compiling some songs. i have not even looked at his list, because i didn't want it to sway me. and i thought to myself, you know who has good taste? my dear internet friends, that's who. you wanna submit some songs? i'll compile everyone's songs together, and i will post the list. and then i will make mr. moon come read it, because he never reads my blog anyway, and so this will make him read it. for all he knows, i am saying awful and horrific things about him behind his back. he don't know. i could be. i'm like that.
ps: fee not only LIKES ME, she can't live without me. it's true. coooooo-dependent.
pps: feel free to email me your songs, if you are shy.