No baby pictures of my own are online at present. I'll have to ask my mother for a good one from the same period of my life. It's one of those things where both sets of grandparents think the child looks like their relation, but she has my eyes, my nose, and I do fear she has her mother's jaw (which will be both expensive to us and uncomfortable for her). Most everyone else thinks she looks more like me, but I consciously (until it becomes otherwise) maintain the line that she looks like herself. (What's funny is that Emma "shines," which puts me in mind of a bad Nirvana ripoff, but all I can find is a
strangely positive album review written not too long ago ... really, it's just L.A. doing Nirvana, and
poorly. Ugh ... and as I haul the dang CD off the shelf and look through the lyrics I'm going to have to listen to this album one last time in order to exorcise this song from my mind. It's at least as repugnant to me as that time Collective Soul broke through with a Monster Magnet ripoff. Bottom line? I need to smoke more dope today and stop worrying about cheap ripoff bands. Okay, one last thing about this L.A. doing Nirvana band . . . When I bought the album, the price tag was on the back of the album, in the lower right-hand corner. This obscured a photo of the band. Even now, looking at the photo, I can't help thinking that there's something inherently
wrong with the picture. It's like when someone plays their favorite "skate" music for you and something's just wrong and so you pick up the CD cover and find it's "religious" pop music. These guys look like
those bands. Okay, I'll stop mucking up this topic complaining about pop music from Los Angeles.)