Wednesday Wadio: Luna's "City Kitty".

City Kitty reels with befuddled disgust, shot through with a clammy sci-fi movie organ and the rattle of screwdrivers on fretboards -- until the strings start soaring above a bridge which is one part Ennio Morricone, one part Glen Campbell. "Slinky and winky, stinky and drinky." - TeenBeat

Hi everybody! This is Nate, guest-blogging because my esteemed roommate is off making a hamhock sandwich. He LOOOOVES his pork. But at the end of the day, who doesn't want to tuck in to some salty hog? Here's the deal: there are 3 kinds of people I hate:

1. People with oversized umbrellas that are the width of the sidewalk because they are so fat they need them to stay dry (it's called a tarp - get one).
2. People who don't look forward in an elevator because they are checking out my enormous cock.
3. People who don't like Luna.

More specifically, their best song - City Kitty. A song of mystery and mystique. A song of black-eyed susans and chilled potatoes. A song of triumph and adversity. It's a song I have been screaming for them to sing for the 13+ years I've been going to see them, to which they consistenly reply: "fuck off, Nate." Real funny, jerk-offs. It's a song I have only heard once in concert, and that's because they were drunk one night and tried to appease me. But they gave up. Unlike this song, they were weak. They did not try to persevere.

The song is about positivity. About achieving one's goals. About heading into the realm of the unknown. Okay, fine. It's a song about drugs. And I'm drunker than a poet on payday. Enjoy, and stop checking out my package, perverts.