You want history about why this blog was started? Perhaps one day, but not today. Today we examine the word Moist.
I was reminded of why that word is so special to me the other day. I had emailed Chris Otepka, the lead dude in the band Heligoats, about their plans to tour the east coast this year. I first met Chris at a Clem Snide show about two years ago in Virginia. After seeing him in 2010, I emailed him to ask if he could help me learn one of his songs so that I could play it out at open mics. He was quick with a positive response and asked that I let him know how it went. I have emailed him a few times since but try to keep it short and non-stalkerish. Kind of lame for a grown man to be writing things like, hey Chris how was SXSW? Okay, maybe I did ask him that but you don’t have to know if he answered.
So here I was at the show last year where Chris was playing solo as the Heligoat (singular) opening up once again for the band Clem Snide (also singular as only Eef Barzelay made the trip from North Carolina). After the show, I had a chat with Eef as he looked over the crowd of 30 people who paid $15 each to see him on a Tuesday night. He was drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette and that is where he imparted the wisdom of the word moist. “You know what word doesn’t get said enough in the English language?” “Moist, now that’s a word that needs to be said more.”
I had to contemplate the wisdom of using such a word but finally figured that the word moist didn’t need to have a sexual connotation. Okay, maybe you can’t really separate the word moist from sex but couldn’t it mean more? Like bad meant good and stupid meant crazy and tea party meant a thing that ladies got dressed up for on a Saturday afternoon so they could eat little sandwiches and cookies instead of what it means now. I have come to concluded that what Eef was trying to do was use the word to mean almost anything. Say, did you see that jackal float by? That shit was moist! Or, the review of that movie said the opening scene is moist. I like to believe that in a world with a messed up political scene and a public that can’t get enough of Jersey Shore or Wipeout, that we could all use a little moistness in our lives. So feel free to spread the moistness and use the word as you see fit in all occasions. I just used it at the birthday of my 83 year old Mother. “Damn Mom the way you lost your teeth blowing out those candles was freakin moist!” Eef and I hope you enjoy!
More to come…. Look for my take on the latest music or word or whatever strikes me at the moment.