radiohead

This is from a couple of weeks ago at Zoo Atlanta. I don’t know why it bothers me, but it does. Disregarding stupid rules I can understand. I can even understand, if not especially respect, disregarding rules for no other reason than that they are there. But for these folks, the value of the picture of their daughter (or whatever) hugging a bronze Willie B. outweighs (x) any respect they have for the zoo’s request to keep off plus (y) the cost of teaching their young friend that rules don’t apply to you if they’re inconvenient plus (z) any shame involved. (I tried to add to (z) by loudly lamenting the sad state of literacy in the US today, but this seemed to pass unnoticed.)

iTunes offered me several choices for this post: Dylan’s “Idiot Wind” (“Your an idiot, babe; it’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe”), Jane’s Addiction’s “Idiots Rule” and TMBG’s “Museum of Idiots”, but these are exactly the kind of folks I picture when I listen to Idioteque, so here you go.

2:53 AM:
Baby eats 6 ounces of formula. Dad sings Radiohead, Aaron Neville and the Smiths (not as well as Aaron Neville or Morrissey, but probably at least as well as Thom Yorke).

When she starts to comprehend the content of my speech, I will probably have to restrict myself crap like the Itsy-Bitsy Spider. For now, though, daddy prefers a heart that’s filled up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won’t heal.