“Here’s what I love about Dylan: He was exactly as you’d expect he would be. He wouldn’t come to the rehearsal; usually, all these guys are practicing before the set in the evening. He didn’t want to take a picture with me; usually all the talent is dying to take a picture with me and Michelle before the show, but he didn’t show up to that. He came in and played “The Times They Are A-Changin’.” A beautiful rendition. The guy is so steeped in this stuff that he can just come up with some new arrangement, and the song sounds completely different. Finishes the song, steps off the stage… comes up, shakes my hand, sort of tips his head, gives me just a little grin, and then leaves… That was our only interaction with him. And I thought: That’s how you want Bob Dylan, right? You don’t want him to be all cheesin’ and grinnin’ with you. You want him to be a little skeptical about the whole enterprise.”—
President Obama about meeting Bob Dylan when he did a performance at the White House to celebrate the civil rights movement. (via warispeace)
that i find myself shopping at walmart. but i was told that the katy perry album smelled like cotton candy. seeing as it’s around midnight, the only establishment that would have this gem would be walmart. my day just wouldn’t feel complete if i didn’t see (smell) this for myself.
i go straight for the electronics section and somewhat surprisingly someone had already ripped a corner of the plastic wrap to get a whiff of this teenage dream. obviously, i had my nose up to katy perry’s naked body and smelled that thang. without hesitation, i grab it and head to the register. then i start getting a little self conscious.
maybe i should buy something else with this. the cashier might laugh at the site of some small asian buying JUST a katy perry album on thursday night. fuck it. i mean, it’s walmart we’re talking about here. this thought saves my life.
i glance over the album and give it a few more whiffs as if these were going to subdue my purchase doubts. then, i see it.
EDITED TEENAGE DREAM.
you’re kidding me right? i must have forgotten that walmart doesn’t sell explicit versions. you can’t censor a teenage dream - they’re supposed to be filthy. my teenage years weren’t too far off from now and i can guarantee you that most, if not all my dreams were borderline inappropriate. way to kill my dreams, walmart.
i’m taking these veggie dogs and cap’n crunch berries and calling it a night.