May 14th, 2008
The Quiet Ones
So as far as making purchases I never really thought I would ever make, I, this past weekend, purchased a nose hair clipper.
Yeah, my nose hairs are out of control. I came to terms with the need to buy one when a single hair slipped out of my nostril and was a long as my ring finger’s nail.
I don’t know if you ever saw one, but nose hair clippers look like ball-point pens. The clerk at the razor shop used that as a selling point for me. He told me something to the effect that they’re easy to carry anywhere because they look like a pen, so nobody would be the wiser that you have a nose hair clipper. Oh, yeah, watch me keep a nose hair clipper in my pen caddy at work; when I meet with a supplier whose pen runs out as he’s scribbling stuff down, I can’t wait to explain to him why I have a nose hair clipper in my pen caddy when he reaches over to use it, thinking it’s something else.
I don’t have any issues sharing details of this sort with you, gentle readers. After all, why wouldn’t I? Who do I have to impress that much? The ladies? Nobody blogs for the ladies. Well, except Alan.
But The Quiet Ones do it for the girls. There’s hardly any doubt to that one. They want those cute girls in the front row to have a good time at their show, and who can blame them really? And I feel pretty confident that they are able to pull it off with a a song like Girls & Uniforms. It starts off with a hooky guitar jangle, as singer John Totten croons in approachable tones about “sexy girls in uniform,” but then everything suddenly explodes in a forceful surge of grungy sonic chords. Just as suddenly as it was overwhelming, it shifts into a melodious pop sequence of airy guitars and playful synths and “ba-ba-ba” vocals, only to unhinge itself wildly again. It’s some pure rock n’ roll done with such catchy charm, there is no way a girl can resist.
