Welcome to the Fartz

Ever since the No New Books Resolution of 2010, I haven’t re-started writing down the books I read each year. I used to do it every year, but I guess I forgot about it in 2011 and doing it again seemed like too much work. Which is so lazy it’s ridiculous, but here I am at the ass end of 2012 with a pile of read words and no list to show for the experience.

Currently, I’m in the middle of “Watch You Bleed: The Saga of Guns N’ Roses,” written by the same guy who wrote “Walk This Way” about Aerosmith. I realize that a certain generation would find both books – or at least an interest in/demand for both books – absurdly hilarious these days, but trust me, kids, there was a time when these books were the shit, and there are still people like me who will happily read them. “Watch You Bleed” is a lender from Crossley, because between us, we own enough rock writing to continue a steady trade system and keep us from buying anything new for awhile. Also, coming soon?

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So far, my favorite sentence in “Watch You Bleed” was written about one of Duff McKagan’s early bands in Seattle (where he still lives, someone tell me the neighborhood I’m not stalking I’m just curious!):

“In 1982, Duff joined punk band The Fartz, which then changed its name to Ten Minute Warning when bassist Steve Fart took his amp elsewhere.”

I mean. If that’s not the most brilliant sentence in the recent history of rock journalism, then I don’t even know what’s what anymore.

I’m not making a No New Books resolution for 2013, but then I hardly ever make resolutions in the first place. I mean, I did have the No New Books resolution in 2010. And 2012’s resolution was to move to Seattle. So there were those resolutions and I did them, but I’m mostly shitty at sticking to the end result of an indefinite plan that it’s just useless for me to start. Plus the impetus of the No New Books resolution was the gut-punching amount of money I was spending on books per year (it was under $1,000 but not by much), and these days, I worry less about the money part of it now that I’m in the habit of devouring free books downloaded to my Kindle from the library.

Which reminds me, I have to finish Barbara Kingsolver’s “Animal, Vegetable, Miracle” before I get more obsessed with “Watch You Bleed,” as a friend’s hard copy can be kept for whenever but the digital loan ends in a couple of weeks. I’ve been wanting to read “Animal, Vegetable, Miracle” for years but could never find it at a good price, and it’s so good and makes so much sense that I think I’ve convinced Courtney to go in on a CSA with me in the summer. I guess that’s easy and specific enough to be a resolution? Eat about as well as I do now, but in a more environmentally responsible way.

My favorite part about the CSA thing is that I suggested it to Courtney, she agreed, I researched some and wrote up a list with the farm names in bold and the downside to each in italics, and then she drew up a comparison chart in Excel. I don’t know how nobody has hired the two of us to run their lives, but I’m sure we could do a good job.

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About erineph

I'm Erin. I have tattoos and more than one cat. I am an office drone, a music writer, and an erstwhile bartender. I am a cook in the bedroom and a whore in the kitchen. Things I enjoy include but are not limited to zombies, burritos, Cthulhu, Kurt Vonnegut, Keith Richards, accordions, perfumery, and wearing fat pants in the privacy of my own home.
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