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Cake day: June 15th, 2023

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  • Once upon a time you dressed so fine
    You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
    People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
    You thought they were all kiddin’ you
    You used to laugh about
    Everybody that was hangin’ out
    Now you don’t talk so loud
    Now you don’t seem so proud
    About having to be scrounging for your next meal

    How does it feel?
    How does it feel
    To be without a home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone?

    You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
    But you know you only used to get juiced in it
    And nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street
    And now you’re gonna have to get used to it
    You said you’d never compromise
    With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
    He’s not selling any alibis
    As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
    And say do you want to make a deal?

    How does it feel?
    How does it feel
    To be on your own
    With no direction home
    A complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone?

    You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
    When they all did tricks for you
    You never understood that it ain’t no good
    You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
    You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
    Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
    Ain’t it hard when you discover that
    He really wasn’t where it’s at
    After he took from you everything he could steal

    How does it feel?
    How does it feel
    To be on your own
    With no direction home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone?

    Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
    They’re all drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
    Exchanging all precious gifts
    But you’d better take your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
    You used to be so amused
    At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
    Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
    When you ain’t got nothing, you got nothing to lose
    You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

    How does it feel
    How does it feel
    To be on your own
    With no direction home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone?



  • I don’t mind doing dishes (or anything else in the kitchen), it’s the laundry I fucking hate doing. Seriously, the absolute worst chore ever. My mother is the exact opposite, she genuinely enjoys doing laundry but hates dealing with the kitchen (except cooking, she loves to cook). So my dad always cleans the kitchen every night, I haven’t seen her clean the kitchen (or bathrooms actually either) since I’ve been alive. I’m trying to be similar, I try to always clean the kitchen every night so my wife doesn’t have to, because that’s her least favourite chore. Unfortunately her second least favourite chore is laundry, so we both struggle to get it done.




  • The first time Bob Dylan brought out an electric guitar would be cool to be a part of, if nothing more than to see everyone freaking out (mostly booing and throwing stuff on stage, I believe).

    Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison, if I don’t have to be a prisoner there. Maybe I can be a guard or something for a day.

    The first show of Pink Floyd’s original The Wall tour.

    Nirvana, Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam MTV Unplugged (any of them).

    Not really historical yet but any and every Jesse Welles concert I’ve missed so far. I’ve only seen him once so far and regret missing his first show close to me but plan to see him every time he comes nearby going forward, so long as I can afford it. Thankfully he’s not big enough yet for super expensive tickets, when I saw him the tickets were for a very reasonable price. It would be nice if he could go to some smaller cities or towns close by though, I hate big cities.

    For classical, I’d absolutely love to see Horowitz performing Rachmaninoff’s 3rd piano concerto (Op. 30) with LSO/Coates in 1930. It’s my favourite recording of my favourite classical piece of music, but the audio quality is awful. Rachmaninoff was actually a friend of Horowitz and attended the show, and said that performance was the closest he had heard to what he had in his head when writing the piece. It was even closer to his original idea than what Rachmaninoff himself had done, and I believe Rachmaninoff stopped playing it live afterward, saying it had already been perfected and gave Horowitz his personal blessing to perform it on his behalf (not that he needed permission, but it was more symbolic than anything).