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This one is sparse, minimal and
vacant. I don't have a whole lot too talk about
on this one. However, my new nickname is sparse
minimal.
Part 3 kind of sounds like a video game
breaking.
Overall Plot to the Miriam cd: This is the unofficial
follow up to Miranda. When I was in Italy prior
to making this album we were in the village where
my mother lived before moving to North America.
The year round population of the village is around
600. However, it was the feast of Saint Rocco, yadda
yadda yadda, that's a different story but tons of
folks were in town to celebrate the patron saint
of tumors (We weren't sure if he helped prevent
or if he caused tumors. Either way we toasted him
at every available occasion, which I think was interpreted
as being blasphemous / ignorant). Anywho there was
this smoking girl named Miriam. Just blam, smoking;
dark skinned Italian, etc etc. I was attempting
to try and hollar but my game doesn't translate
into Italian. Oh, and I can't speak Italian. I can
hear it ok, sometimes, and when I'm drunk I speak
it ok (not really. I think I just think I can speak
it, you know). So I'm trying to talk to this girl
and I'm spitting my Woody Allen-esque bullshit game
using such lines as, "Have you seen the movie the
Breakfast Club?" Not like that's good game even
if you have seen the movie but when you haven't
seen it, never heard of it, and are totally unfamiliar
with the whole 80's movie genre, it just serves
to make me look like an asshole. Oh, and I'm a total
asshole when I'm drunk. I wasn't being an asshole
like screaming angry at people, which I do, but
my specialty is being so annoying you want to set
me on fire and kick my face in like it was a rotting
pumpkin. Anyway, I was wasted and uncharming and
half trying to mack this girl. I knew I was out
of my element. The way you pick up girls in Italy
is,"you're so sexy, look at my car". Long story
short, I didn't get any loving. I did, however,
get an address (bling bling). I made this CD, which
is and isn't really about this stranger who I met.
Sidenote: I was talking with my mother about extended
family and she said that Miriam's family is probably
related to ours. Cool. I made sure to tell Miriam
that in the letter that I wrote her I sent her with
the CD. No, she didn't write me back.
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