Tuesday, August 07, 2007


Hey there, Post-Pessimist Association readers (all six of you). I'm drunk.

Not really an unexpected occurrence around here, but tonight, I honestly expected to be in bed and responsible by midnight. That did not happen.

What did happen, about the time I saw some guy do a karaoke version of Golden Earring's "Twilight Zone" as I drank my third vodka tonic (cutting back on beer!), is that I found myself thinking of the weird associations I have with nations.

Yeah, nations. Not nations I think about for most of my life (Czech Rep., Albania). Not nations too big to ignore.

But ... those other nations. The countries that are there, but don't intrude on my daily life.

For instance: when I think of the Netherlands, I think of wooden shoes, hookers, Janwillem van de Wetering, Grolsch, and Golden Earring. (not necessarily in that order.)

When I think of Belgium, I think of chocolates and beer.

When I think of Denmark, I think of my friend Susanne, and Gammel Dansk (this amazing drink that tastes awful, but prevents hangovers the next day, and in fact I should do a shot)

When I think of Poland, I think of Ryszard Kapuscinski, Gabriel Samolej (former Polish goalie), kielbasa, and Czeslaw Milosz.

When I think of Sweden, I think of Entombed and Peter Forsberg and the original (good) version of "Insomnia."

When I think of Canada, I think of long-haired guys with receding hairlines singing Rush songs.

When I think of America, I think of "Torque" and Quiet Riot.

And on that note, good night. Thanks Fidel.


Brushback said...

Quiet Riot? That's terrible.

gsdgsd13 said...

Yeah, I sort of drifted off the point toward the end there, I guess. Quiet Riot was (I think) the last karaoke performance I saw before stumbling home, and it was thus stuck in my head.

Replace Rush with Triumph and Quiet Riot with Big Black, and things become much more accurate.

Oh, god, I don't feel good.

Nanuk of the North said...

Rush? Triumph? Surely you can do better than that for Canada. Surely.

gsdgsd13 said...

D.O.A., maybe? That and Mordecai Richler...

Kynan said...

Six readers? Rags and I both read you religiously, so that's eight. Man, what an ingrate.

Speaking of (sorta), we routinely spend Saturday nights just sitting on benches downtown like old men, mocking passersby.

So last Saturday we chose a bench near this shit-ass bar with karaoke you can hear out on the street, and one guy was singing "Puff the Magic Dragon."

Which turned us, sadly, into karaoke hecklers. "What's next? 'The Star-Spangled Banner'? 'Happy Birthday' ?!"

We would have killed for Quiet Riot.