Monday, October 02, 2006
Sweden Is Alright, If You Like Saxophones
International Harvester is an open book. It's the secret diary I leave lying around, unlocked. So why don't I love Arbete Och Fritid the same way, seeing how they grew from the same mighty musical acorn? Easy: saxophones. I hate saxophones. Small parts of
Petrokemi Det Kan Man Inte Bada I, for instance, make me urinate with glee, but then that damn saxophone comes in and my ears slam shut. Thank gawd they also play flutes, making it that much easier to rationalize my narrow music tastes. PS: If you don't hear from me for a long while, it's because I'm entering a rehabilitation clinic for treatment of alcoholism (apparently, it's a cure-all for sexual orientation--who knew?