hi. my name is chelsea and i love the beatles.
You may go if you wish. But remember this: walk away now and you walk away from your crafts, your skills, your vocations; leaving the next generation with nothing but recycled, digitally-sampled techno-grooves, quasi-synth rhythms, pseudo-songs of violence-laden gangsta-rap, acid pop, and simpering, saccharine, soulless slush. Depart now and you forever separate yourselves from the vital American legacies of Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, Willie Dixon, Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, Blind Boy Fuller, Louie Jordon, Little Walter, Big Walter, Sonnyboy Williamson I and II, Otis Redding, Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley, Lieber and Stoller, and Robert K. Weiss. Turn your backs now and you snuff out the fragile candles of Blues, R&B and Soul, and when those flames flicker and expire, the light of the world is extinguished because the music which has moved mankind through seven decades leading to the millennium will whither and die on the vine of abandonment and neglect.
i'm madly in love with my boyfriend. he's the peanut butter to my jelly.
john paul george & ringo.
the allman brothers band
ben folds
blind faith
bob marley
chet baker
cream
daft punk
the doors
the disco biscuits
ELO
eric clapton
frank sinatra
g love & special sause
grateful dead
jefferson airplane
jimi hendrix
journey
keller williams
les zeppelin
lou reed
medeski martin & wood
moe.
neil young
the police
phish
pink floyd
radiohead
rusted root
string cheese incident
sublime
tom petty
umphrey's mcgee
the who
yes
..fear and loathing in las vagas
..pulp fiction
..reservoir dogs
..kill bill vol 2
..blow
..dodgeball
..goodfellas
..my cousin vinny
..spun
..21 grams
..requiem for a dream
..girl, interupted
..dont be a menace to South Central while drinking your juice in the hood
scrubs.
anything by my homeboy, poe.
You know you’re from manalapan when…
… you can stumble into the wawa on union hill at any time of the day, and see at least 6 people you graduated from high school with…
… the same applies to the diner.
… you would never even THINK of eating at the marlboro diner. Fuck that shit.
… you know about six different ways to get to the mall with out using 9.
… if someone asks you where you live, you answer the other side of 33.
… you always bitch and complain there is nothing to do, yet you still go out every fucking night, like its really going to change.
… you became best friends with Frank the security guard so he would let you leave school early.
… you cried when mr. brite died.
… and you cried when they closed down birch hill, and only got pissed when they shut down krome.
… half of you all turned emo on the same exact day
… you know to NEVER speed through englishtown, because those cops are fucking crazy.
… you never got a speeding ticket in manalapan, but got about ten in freehold.
… speed limits don’t really apply in manalapan
… you either went to the battleground deli or the bagel place in yorktown before school every morning.
… you rememeber when someone blew up the toilet in the highschool, and wonder why you didn’t think of it first.
… you end every night at the diner, and Linda or Laura has become one of your favorite people in the world.
… you wonder what its like to sit in the non-smoking section at the diner, then decide that’s for the weird people.
… you know that applebees is for the highschoolers.
… you and at least twenty people you know go to brookdale.
… and hate it.
… you know that point pleasant gets real fucking old.
… you’ve hit a deer or come close to it at least once.
… every time you leave the house, at least three new housing developments have popped up out of nowhere.
… when you were a kid, you went to either rec, ivy league, or country roads
… in middle school, you hung out at the mall or yorktown.
… you have to validate yourself when you say that you’re from manalapan
… you cant wait to get the fuck out of here.