From the school of..."huh?"

I am sorting through my music to come up with a list that will cut down my total music in roughly a third of what I will actually listen to on a regular basis and came upon a song by a band called The Flys. I believe they were on the Disturbing Behavior movie soundtrack. If you want to see a sultry Katie Holmes, watch that flick. Also on that soundtrack was "Flagpole Sita," a great little one-hitter by Harvey Danger.

Anyway, I really got into "Got You (Where I Want You)" when the song came out. Makes me remember high school and all that jazz. But they had a little part that I never knew until now.

See, I have EvilLyrics, a plug-in that goes well with my winamp, and automatically searches for the lyrics to the song that is being played. Well, the part in question went like this.

Suffer, Suffer,
You know you get no rubber,
Gone with a pretty girl
Changing me like no other.

Suffer, Suffer,
You don’t get no rubber,
Would you like a minute to
Put that thing on your lover?

...really changes your outlook on a song.

File Organization

I am not a neat person by nature. My room is typically a mess, the only time I make my bed is if I know for a fact someone will come over, and I am rather fine with a clutter of beer bottles and Dr. Pepper cans around my monitor. I am messy.

But when it comes to my computer and mp3s, I am fairly OCD about it. I hate when a file name for a band is slightly different. Example "Alice in Chains" vs. "Alice In Chains." Or "Beatles" vs. "The Beatles." It bothers me. For the longest time, I told myself to sit down and organize my mp3 collection. I put it off, put it off, put it off, until finally, this morning and today, I decided to get the things done I have wanted to do, but never felt the need. Like the one White Stripes song that was missing "The" (which is front of all of the other songs by said band). Or the fact when I picked up the Garden State CD, I did not organize the files by band name, but by the title of the soundtrack. So I had two Cary Brothers songs under that name, but one sitting off in God Knows Where, away from its brothers.

It was aggravating. So was the fact that I could not explain it, but I had, in my collection, three or four Avril Lavinge songs. I nearly castrated myself.

But I am better now. And as my winamp builds the media library back up after new folders for some bands, a split in my major music folder, and a crapload of new Beatles songs (thank you goes to Mother's CD collection), I am set for the future.

Now, if I can just organize that damn porn folder.

I mean...um...look, Adolf Hitler!

*poof*