While having a smoke, a guy with an expensive haircut, expensive clothes, maybe in his fifties, makes a display of parking his new silver Range Rover in front.

Rich guys...

Went to the bar to have a few pre-game drinks before the Apple Cup. Not staying for the game: the bar gets crowded, the crowd gets loud, the kids get drunk, and I'm not up for that particular energy right now. I love that they love their team: I just am happy for their excitement, as opposed to experiencing that excitement wobble and bump and jostle into me, along with the tremulous quivering nests of the LOUD DRUNK COLLEGE GIRLS WITH THE LOUD HIGH VOICES. 

Loud high noises make my ears ring lately.

While having a smoke, a guy with an expensive haircut, expensive clothes, maybe in his fifties, makes a display of parking his new silver Range Rover in front. Oh: he has an expensive watch, too. Shiny. Anyway, he gets out, nodding, but no one cares: everyone on the sidewalk is looking at the Japanese student's black Maserati parked two cars back.

You work hard, sacrifice your personal time and perhaps your ethics along the way, and you finally get the automobile that shows you are On Top of The World. But no one is watching. Meanwhile the twenty-year-old kid with the Maserati is oblivious as he talks to a Japanese girl in a short skirt and knee-high white socks, wearing a jacket because it's cold.

Range Rover Guy made me think of the title of an old Loud Family song: "No One's Watching My Limo Ride."

Then it was good and it was okay
To insist on getting our way
And the governmental cash was flowing freely
Now no one's watching my limo ride

The singer and songwriter of that band was in a previous band called Game Theory: in 1987 he coined a phrase and named an album 'Lolita Nation', well before the Nation Addendum Phraseology Thing was a Thing.

'Lolita Nation' still describes America, thirty years later. As Jim Morrison might say, 'the little girls (still) understand.'

Anyway: Lolita Nation also had one of the best pop tracks ever, "We Love You Carol and Alison".

These evenings turn out to be such a crapshoot
Don't be such a reason not to leave
'Cause I smoke and kiss the same in all realities
And when they ask who's giving the rides
I feel as if I promised I'd look out
For all the lonely souls who still go home without
When the shoulder upstairs gets cold
If he had his way we'd all be old
And he's got nerve
Asking this Lolita Nation to bow and serve

The guy was Scott Miller, brilliant. Wrote a great book on music, "Music: What Happened?" and was a computer engineer. From Wiki:

"U.S. Patent 7,761,475 was issued to Miller on July 20, 2010, as the inventor of a technique for object-oriented database management.[87]"

So, yes: that kind of guy.

In 2013 he killed himself.



-jj

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