“Hold on, I love this part…”

Clarence | Music, Musings, Xanga | Monday, January 10th, 2005

I love saying those words. I just love it when I’m listening to a song I know like the back of my hand, the anticipation builds up, and then it comes… my favorite part of the song. And then I settle back in my chair, my bed, your arms, whatever, and savor the moment.

I know all of you have songs where there’s a part in it that you absolutely love and you simply must enjoy it in silence. You know, that part with the piano solo, or maybe its a guitar solo, or maybe its that part where the singer hits an exceptionally high minor note. Or maybe the lyrics are just so biff that you have to let your brain absorb those words like a sponge.

Best of all is when you’re not expecting to hear the song, but once it plays, you say to yourself, “Oh word, this is my shit” (especially when you haven’t heard it in ages). And then your favorite part hits and BAM, you’re in heaven.

So please take a second out of your busy day, queue up one of your favorite songs, and wait for that part (yes, that part), and let the music heal your soul.

Peace, love, and awesome music,
Clear Pants Rainheart

Some Things To Ponder Upon

Clarence | Music, Xanga | Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004

You know we have more prescription drugs now. Every commercial that comes on TV is a prescription drug ad. I can’t watch TV for four minutes without thinking I have five serious diseases. Like: “Do you ever wake up tired in the mornings?” Oh my god I have this, write this down. Whatever it is, I have it. Half the time you don’t even know what the commercial is… there’s people running in fields or flying kites or swimming in the ocean. I’m like, that is the greatest disease ever. How do you get that? That disease comes with a hot chick and a puppy.


Masterminds are another word that comes up all the time. You keep hearing about these terrorist masterminds that are being killed over in the Middle East. Terrorist masterminds. Mastermind is sort of a lofty way to describe what these guys do, don’t you think? They’re not masterminds.

“OK, you take bomb, right? And you put in backpack. And you get on the bus and you blow yourself up.”

“Why do I have to blow myself up? Why can’t I just…”

“Who’s the fucking mastermind here? Me or you?”


Americans, let’s face it: We’ve been a spoiled country for a long time. Do you know what the number one health risk in America is? Obesity. They say we’re in the middle of an obesity epidemic. An epidemic like it’s polio. Like we’ll be telling our grandkids about it one day: The Great Obesity Epidemic of 2004.

“How’d you get through it grandpa?”

“Oh, it was horrible Johnny, there was cheesecake and pork chops everywhere.”


Sometimes you’ve got to suffer a little bit in your youth to motivate yourself to succeed in later life. Do you think if Bill Gates got laid in high school, do you think there’d be a Microsoft? Of course not. You’ve got to spend a lot of time stuffed in your own locker with your underwear wedged up your ass before you start thinking,

“I’m going to take over the world with computers! You’ll see, I’ll show them.”


We’re in one of the richest countries in the world, but the minimum wage is lower now than it was thirty five years ago. There are homeless people everywhere. This homeless guy asked me for money the other day. I was about to give it to him and then I thought he was going to use it on drugs or alcohol. And then I thought, that’s what I’m going to use it on. Why am I judging this poor bastard. People love to judge homeless guys. Like if you give them money they’re just going to waste it. Well, he lives in a box, what do you want him to do? Save it up and buy a wall unit? Take a little run to the store for a throw rug and a CD rack? He’s homeless.

I walked behind this guy the other day. A homeless guy asked him for money. He looks right at the homeless guy and goes why don’t you go get a job you bum. People always say that to homeless guys, get a job, like it’s always that easy. This homeless guy was wearing his underwear outside his pants. I’m guessing his resume isn’t all up to date. I’m predicting some problems during the interview process. I’m pretty sure even McDonalds has a “underwear goes inside the pants” policy. Not that they enforce it really strictly, but technically I’m sure it is on the books.


Excerpts from “Underwear Goes Inside the Pants” - Lazyboy. I suggest you download it. By the way, this song was sooo made for Dennis, lol.

On a somewhat related note, there’s this bum situated near Times Square whose sign reads, “Why lie? I need money for beer.” Awesome.

My New Song

Clarence | Music, Xanga | Monday, July 8th, 2002

MY NEW SONG:
Daniel Bedingfield - Gotta Get Thru This

THE STORY:
So I was driving (:-D) up Middle Neck Road, at its intersection with Northern, and I happened to be listening to z100 when the dj announced he was playing a new song. My interest was piqued. As the song started, I was like, NICE beat… and then I started listening to the lyrics.. and I was like, HOT DAMN, the song is speaking to me…

THE LYRICS:
When your love is falling like the rain
I close my eyes and it falls again
When will I get the chance to say I love you
I pretend that you’re already mine
Then my heart ain’t breaking every time
I look into your eyes

If only I could get through this
If only I could get through this
If only I could get through this
God, gotta help me get through this

MISC. COMMENTS:
HA! yeah, so my last gay entry about my crush, i’ve decided since nothing foreseeable’s gonna change for at least this summer, i’m gonan lock away the feelings and try to be the best friend i can be to her. whatever that means…

What sucks about the song:
daniel bedingfield sounds like freaking aaron carter: prepubescent, and since i identify with the song, makes me feel like a loser kid. ha. not nice

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