There is no such thing as “nine in the afternoon."

Johnny Teebag painting his future perfectly,'cept with words not paint

My good friend John, a self-described audiophile and Canadian Music Scenester, has scored himself some seriously grown up gigs weilding his substantial wit and making good use of his high school typing class...that's right, I said typing, not keyboarding, to which you will surely respond, "Are you that old, dude," to which I then reply, "#$%^off I'm listening to Wang Chung @#$%hole." Of course, you have no idea what I'm talking about so you chuck out that stupid tilted head quizzical puppy dog look, and so I feel compelled to educate you on the sheer genius of the lyric, "Let me brush your rock 'n roll hair." It would all be so much easier if your fingers had just graced the keys of a Smith Corona.

Anyway...John scored a paying gig (which is the key part of this sentence) with CBC as the CBC Examiner, to which I summarily tipped my hat to him from a distance of no less than 115 kms. I would have high fived him but I have absolutely no interest in being the guy that still high fives. I also have really dry hands and need to get some Sabon manly scented lotion stuff on my skin before I painfully crack them with some overly enthusiastic nonsense like an undisciplined and errant high five. Either way I've been singing, "Go Johnny Go, for what seems like days now. Nice one, Johnny Teetumcramps. Proud of you for sticking out that typing class back in '87 and watching it come full circle to pay off in the end...well, for that and your impressive knowledge of music and your attending commitment to writing about it.

I prefer to use it solely as a tool to drown out the crying of my eleven month old. ..that and to make random, obscure musical references in the titles of my blog posts.