Sunday, March 18, 2007

The Priest


Speaking of rocking, tonight I was sitting in front my computer listening to my iTunes just like so many other young people are doing these days when the song “Heading Out To The Highway” by the unstoppable Judas Priest came on and kicked me in the nuts. I was in a not-so-great mood at the time but when the song came on I found myself instantly in a slightly better mood. I hope it does the same for you. The song pretty much has everything, including an excellent duel guitar solo and all five band members clad entirely in leather. That’s pretty much half the battle if you ask me. Anyway, I hope you like it so much.

In other news, this morning as I was making my rounds about town, running errands and such, I stopped into a soap store called Sabon (which I think is French or something for soap). The second I walked in they asked me to take part in something they referred to as their “ritual” in which I had to rub some oily salt scrub stuff on my hands and then wash my hands like a motherfucker. Then they put all sorts of lotions and oils on me and it was like I was a walking scratch-n-sniff or something. I still smell like all sorts of stuff as I type this- ginger, mango, lavender, and all sorts of other stuff that grows in nature. I am on the fence about it. I will keep you posted on this and assorted other topics, both fragrance and non-fragrance related, in the very near future.

Dave Hill

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well the French for soap is savon so my complete guess is that sabon is spanish for soap. seeing as they pronounce b's like v's or the other way round or something. or it's just a big stupid mistake. That sounds a pretty interesting ritual but I wouldn't be bothered about having my hands done, I'd prefer my back or something, nothing kinky in that.

Sorry to hear you were not all that happy, the thought of that is just so wrong, I don't think that should be allowed to happen and I thank the gods for judas priest and I'll spin them now in reverence. Catch you later.

3:11 PM  
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Freaking drum riser 10 feet in the air...appearing to float just above that massive Marshall stack.

People don't rock like they used to.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

As I was skimming I thought you were going to mention 'Life is a Highway' by Tom Cochrane. That's what I'd hoped you'd be listening to as you sat at your computer because that, my friend, is comedy gold.
Fondly,
Nicky

2:23 PM  

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