If I get internet time in Italy I might post something here. But if not, I'll be back next Friday. Ciao.

Thought I'd surf over to see what my boys in Built To Spill were up to, or at least their old message board, and I find this. Ok. Did lead me to this 36 minute Modest Mouse documentary, though. It's from '97 during the recording of "Lonesome...". Nice little gem. Looks like Issac is still using the same amp. Ah and what the hell...

Making noise in 1998, Positive/Negative in 2000 and an acoustic in-store set in 2001

One more no-one will care about before I shove off for the long weekend. I kinda dig the Libertines, here's Who the Fuck is Pete Doherty? I didn't watch this yet, but I imagine it'll be pretty entertaining. 42 minnys. Someone find me an mp3 of the song Moby Dick.

when there's nothing left to burn you must light yourself on fire

Some pictures from a video game inspired art show. This is a little old, but what the fuck, new to me.

This guy had a new album come out in April, Brain Deck produced. Pretty chill, but nice. You can stream the whole album on his site. Also, unrelated, but the Siren Festival in Brooklyn is coming up again, I guess I'm out of touch, I only recognize a few names this year.

Corey sent me this link from the lispy Sean Carswell a while ago, but I just got around to listening to it today. Drinking, Baseball, and girls named Jen. If you feel like taking the time to listen to it, it's pretty good. Pick up Drinks For The Little Guy for $3.50 used, it's also good.

What do people use to get music these days? Slsk seems to be empty. Looking for old radio broadcasts, random speeches, nature sounds, stuff like that. Anyone?

Another old link, but Cable and Tweed has an acoustic Modest Mouse show from a parking lot in Georgia, 2001.

Pitchfork is telling us that Jeff Mangum is back!

OK, we all know Stevie is the man, but thanks to YouTube, today it's been pretty much etched in gold.

Here he is with some awful dancers preforming "For Once In My Life" and then with the boys slaying (Note The Man being completely encased in Orange amps) "Superstition" on Seasame Street. Then the fucker whips out the vocoder for a Seasame Street song!

Ok, ok, some of you are a little behind and I might have just left you feeling a little un-hip. School yourself here.

But hey what do I know right? If uplifting, Weird Al-ish fronted speed-metal is more your thing, I give you, Dragon Force.

Not that they are really relevant anymore, but here's a brief history of the Elephant 6 Collective. NeutralMilkHotel.org has some live mp3s and you can order a NMH DVD.

Following Jimmy's lead, I made an Mp3 mix and put it up on you send it. You can download it here.

The tracklist:

01 - Beezewax - God Knows Where You Are
02 - Starmarket - Fool
03 - Dando, Lee, Peterson, Schwartzman - Dead Or Anything
04 - Sunday's Best - Saccharine
05 - The Posies - Second Time Around
06 - Big In Japan - Tin Toy
07 - Reubens Accomplice - Hidden Track
08 - Sugar - Tilted
09 - The City On Film - For Holly
10 - Hum - If You Are to Bloom
11 - Dear Electric - I'm Always Sleeping
12 - My Bloody Valentine - What You Want
13 - Beezewax - I'm Not Where I'm Supposed to Be

I think the file will be up for 7 days. Enjoy.

I've got to be up for work lamely early tomorrow, so it's early bed for me. But it's also my last day of work until July 14th.. so I won't complain.

My Mp3 of the day: Sugar's Tilted off of the Beaster EP. Because it kicks your fucking ass.

Broken Social Scene & J Mascis did a one-off show together in Toronto, here's two old Dino Jr. songs they did, Feel The Pain and Get Me.

The Kooks are effeminate and British, and if you can track down their cover of Gnarls Barkleys Crazy, it's pretty good. Speaking of Crazy, this could totally be you, don't lie. Fake? Maybe, but goddamn that dance he whips out at the end is fucking classic.

Kids are fucked up, yes, though not as bad as the gays.

Rivers Cuomo finally graduated college a few weeks ago, here's a paper of his. Poor, poor super-star. Hmm, yea, Weezer really isn't that good. Radiohead, on the other hand, is good. Some pics from Jonny.

Ok, there's always some room for some James Blunt parodies. First Weird Al and Not James Blunt

i saw this in the sky on saturday

vibrate higher

I heard a clip of that Chamllionaire song in an online ad and I've got to admit, it's pretty fucking catchy. I'm downloading it as we speak. If it's done by the time I'm done posting, I'll upload it so you all can hear it.

I want Al Leiter to be a good announcer, but I can only hear him talk about how bad he was so much before it gets irritating. Dude, you're a lifetime 3.80 pitcher who played for 19 seasons. You're probably going to the hall of fame. Enough! Ugh, the National League ruins every(one)thing. I'm now and forever anti interleague play.

Good thing my internet connection is running fast today. I don't have much more to say, and that Chamillionaire song is done being uploaded. You can download it here (link removed). Act fast, because I'll probably take it down in a few days.

Time to play a little bit o' this:

My jams of the summer thus far: Maritime, We The Vehicles and The Steinways... Missed The Boat. I also can't stop singing that "Everybody Clap Your Hands" song from the baseball game the other day but I'm pretty sure that song is from last summer.

Recently, I've found myself constatly proclaiming "Jam of the summer!" Ok, only twice, but this is the newest canidate;

Watch the Video

Chamillionare feat. Krayzie Bone (feat Zeus (which is turn feat.s Macho Man, the Sensational Sherry & Hulk Hogan and No Holds Barred)

Me and Corey dig it because it rings so true to us and our everyday lives. Our music is always "so loud", we ALWAYS "swanging", also there is always a "full clip in our pistolas, ready to send a jacka into a coma. I can't speak for Corey on this one, but I know I got "warrants in every city except Houston."

There is one line I can't quite connect to. Right around the 2:02 mark:

" We living like we ain't givin a fuck (ok)
I got blunt up in my right hand, 40 oz in my left (understood)
Freezin my ballz (?)"

Also, the get away plan is a little sketchy, if you pay attention around the 1:15 mark. Turn into stand up white people? I...Oh shit! Honest to goodies as I typed that last question mark it fucking hit me. He's a Cha(mealeon)are. Fucking Brilliant! Jam of the summer!

Looks like there is another Super Monkey Ball game coming out. Super Monkey Ball Adventure, out on PS2, Gamecube and PSP in July. Kinda hard to find alot of info about it on-line, but it looks like they changed up the style to make it more of a platform based game, rather than strictly rolly Marble Madness style. I think they incorporated the Monkey Target style into the regular game as well. Also 20 new characters. They kept the party games and added three new ones; Monkey Bounce, Monkey Tag(!!!) and Castle. I think I'm sold.

There is also one coming out for the Wii. That one is Super Monkey Ball: Banana Blitz Which seems like it would be the perfect game for the Wii. I think I may have to get an early Christmas present for myself.

Other maybes on my gaming list, Electroplankton for the DS looks like it may be cool, but I dunno, could be a stinker, but I'm gunna need a new DS game soon. And the Lego Star Wars games look like so much bad ass fun, might pick up the first one used on GameCube and get the new one on DS.

The post that follows is (mostly) a response to Jimmy's lengthy comment that was a response to my rant yesterday. I'll try to keep this a bit more brief (looking back, i failed), though, because I think we were both actually saying a lot of the same things.

I'll start off by saying that 70% of what I wrote yesterday was just stream of conscious rambling. Jim mentioned pitchfork, I was still buzzing from last weekend's Buzz Pop festival, and my work neighbors were out for the day giving me more than the usual two minute windows of opportunity to communicate with the world at large. The remaining 30% was split between my mixed feelings of the way the music culture has changed since '99 or so, about my own personal taste in music, and an excuse to invent the phrase "fuck-fuck".

Essentially, my stance on music in my life and the world right now is that everything is a double edged sword:
* I love that technology makes obscure things easier to find, while at the same time yearn for the golden days of having to work a little bit harder to find out about good music.
* I like that a good band can get national or even international exposure in a short time, but miss feeling the tightness that regional scenes used to promote.
* I love that with digital recording a band can put together a professional sounding record without spending a thousand dollars... but I also hate that it promotes a lot of young kids spending more time learning software trickery than good songwriting.
* I love that if I'm in a shitty mood on the bus ride home from work, I've got the perfect soundtrack of my own design in a little white box that's smaller than my wallet, but I hate that the iPod has become the cultural norm for music listening. It'd be sad if a whole generation of music fanatics never get to know and love the smell of a new record, proudly displaying a new recording in their collection, or the awesomeness of finding a used gem in a record store somewhere.

Etc. etc.

As far as my own tastes/methods go. I've had less and less time to dedicate to finding new bands since I started working like a grown up two years ago. I used to spend my free time at work/school cruising all sorts of music zines, blogs, label sites etc. to find out new things. I'd get home and download tons of MP3s and find a lot of good things and share them with anyone willing to listen. But my newfound lack of free time has forced me to rely on a small staple of go-to sources that I've certainly grown to disagree with. I know there's probably just as much stuff out there now than there ever has been and that the only thing keeping me from finding it is me. I will not be working 10 hour days with 1.5 hour commutes each way forever and I most certainly will never give up on my life-long love for listening to things that sound awesome. So once the former gives, I'm sure I'll be much more pleased with the musical landscape that probably alrady exists unbeknownst to me (this more than anything else was probably the largest take away of my last rant, which Jimmy properly called me out on in his).

A sort of related story about technology driven friendships: Last week at the Baltimore Fest I overheard Corey talking to someone about our hometown of Wayne, NJ. I perked my ears up and heard this stranger say, "Oh Popkid? I love Beezewax more than anything in the world, in fact we put on a ton of shows for Kenneth Ishaak last time he was in the US"... so I walked over to him and said, "Hi I'm Chris and South of Boredom is most definitely my favorite record of all time." Forty-five minutes later we'd talked about Beezewax up and down the map, the new Ken Stringfellow solo album, Big Star, and just about fucking everything that had to do with that genre of Beezewax/Posies sounding music that I don't even really know how to categorize (aside from "fucking awesome"). It was time for us to file in for a set (the Copyrights, I think) and we both kinda gave the "let's talk more about this stuff in the future" look. He prompted me with "what band did you say you were in again?".. "Hot Cops", I responded. "No shit? I know who you are dude. You and I have already talked on myspace about doing a split together (he's in the excellent DC area band Greasegun)! You should hit me up there when you get home since we're already friends." I had to take a step back. We were already friends. I thought I'd just made a new real friend and found out that we were already 1 and 0 friends from the internet. This shouldn't be that shocking here in the year two-thousand-and-motherfunking-six, but it serves as a good reminder that in the end technology isn't going anywhere.. and as it becomes less new and more a way of people's everyday lives, it will end up not really changing who people are and what they like anyway. --

The U.S. just got booted from The World Cup.

It sucks to abandon your kids and it makes them feel really bad about themselves for their whole lives and they tend to have relationship problems, but as far as aesthetics goes, it's kind of a good look. It's way more FTW than punk or metal, because it's like, "You guys can give all the fingers you want. I AM fucking the world."

A Vice Magazine Do

If you have 18 minutes and 8 seconds, peep this video(ok, just listen). It's about the life of a 6 second drum sample from 1969, that is more popular than any other 6 second drum sample. Pretty neat.


Upon doing some research on some of the 33 1/3 books (a series of pocket sized books each dedicated to specific albums) I found their (who, Jim, who?) blog, here. Which may kill some time for you (Chris) work goers today, but really it also may kill your eyes (ouch).

Here's an excerpt from the book on My Bloody Valentine's, Loveless, which is due out in September.


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The most radical changes in pop music occur with shifts that might appear really minor from the outside but actually represent huge leaps. Often, it’s as simple as one tool being used for something it was never intended for, as with the turntable becoming a musical instrument via the scratch, or the 808 bass sampling keyboard getting tweaked to make crazy squelches. One of the things that flipped other musicians and producers out about Loveless is that the sampler is used as more than a phrase machine, largely because the band were sampling themselves. OK, maybe this isn’t such a "radical change in pop music," but the results do sound really cool.

"We chose non-organic sounds," says Shields; "that’s why people didn’t immediately go 'That’s a keyboard,' even though it is. There are multi-layered parts to some songs, like the opening of 'Only Shallow,' with me playing the same thing three or four times. It was the usual rock and roll bending the strings type of thing, but I had two amps facing each other, with two different tremolos on them. And I sampled it and put it an octave higher on the sampler. On Glider’s one guitar track, 'I Only Said,' that’s one guitar track and a couple of overdubs. A lot of the hooks were sampled vocals or feedback we didn’t want to use. You can hear it has the movement of natural sound. The 'synth' solo two thirds of the way through 'Sometimes' is Bilinda’s voice, and a little oboe sample in there from the keyboard itself."

"For us, where the sampler had a great value, was that instead of having the option to play things on a keyboard based on some sounds you could find anywhere, we’d sample our own guitar feedback, which instead of just being one tone, it could be a tone having bends and quirks in it," Shields explains. "And then, by using the human voice as well for the top end, you’ve got these organic things happening, even though sometimes you’re using keyboards to play them. You are letting the organic part be part of the rhythm of the sample. We’d edit them as such. God, so much of time we spent making the record was doing that kind of stuff. I mean, we did that massive experimentation thing in the summer of 1990, but before in 1989, one of the most sampled songs we created was ‘Glider.’ It’s just a guitar riff, and then something that sounds like gates creaking — and that’s all guitar feedback, loads and loads of guitar feedback that we just sampled and played in. But in those days we didn’t have a keyboard so we played it all by pressing the button on the sampler. So there wasn’t even a keyboard involved. It was just touching the sampler itself, you know?"

"Most of the songs have got samples on them," Kevin says. "On 'Soon,' there’s a bit that goes 'ah ah ah' where it sounds like Belinda’s voice — that’s just me hitting a key on the sampler — well it was actually a Bell delay unit, but we made a sample out of it. And the first thing in 'Only Shallow' — those kind of high sounds — that’s just a sample." At the time, they were fumbling in the dark to use these methods, but Shields notes that "everything we did is now just stock, normal, standard techniques for making music. We were just using the technology to achieve our aims." Everyone else using samplers at the time, like Pop Will Eat Itself or Age of Chance, "used their technology to make it sound like technology [stutters intentionally] — that 'N-N-N-N-Nineteen' type thing. What we did — and which then became the prominent way of using samplers — was to try and make it sound like you’re not using a sampler."

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I don't have any of these books yet, but I plan on picking some up when my ridiculous spending spree slows down and my reading pile gets a little smaller. Cool series.

As for me I'm taking the day off today, oil change, get some camping shit done, take Lovey out to lunch. Hopefully be drinking before 2:00 PM. Jackals game at 6, meet in the upper lot.

Comments are back. I tried messing around with the page size thing before but my html skills are poor these days. Hint, hint paul. :0)

I still read Pitchfork everyday. Well, sort of. I still load it up every day and usually end up looking at the reviews and news headlines, scratching my head and saying say "what in the who the fuck-fuck are these bands and who listens to them?" Every once in awhile I'll click on a review of a band that I do know, only to hear them trash something that I enjoy / that they were praising a few months earlier. There's just too much music out there. Too much shitty music. Maybe I'm getting older. Maybe digital recording makes it too easy for people (ahem, hot cops, ahem) but I'll take the SST and early Sub Pop/Merge days of "indie rock" over the current Arcade Fire + "put wolf or the name of some other animal in your band name for instant noteriety" days for sure. There was hope for a little while. I love the first Q and Not U record. Les Savy Fav's Go Forth is great. Milemarker and Frodus knew how to be both artistic and kick fucking ass without taking themselves too seriously. To me, that stuff is still "new".. although if I look at my records the release dates are all 1999 - 2001. That was a long time ago. But really, there's been no progression. Or certainly no improvements. Every new band that someone tells me to check out sounds like a rich kid version of what Modest Mouse was doing in 1998. I guess that's why I've recently sort of regressed back to my teenage tastes and began digging up my old pop punk records, as well as finding new records by bands influenced by those bands. That's when music was exciting for me. That's the scene in which I felt like there were a lot of people listening to it because they loved it and not just to say something about themselves to everyone else or prove to that hot scenester chick on myspace that they're into that obscure screamo band that wears black mascara and really, really wants to die. I was probably just naive then. I'm probably still naive. But to me, 99% of new music has gotten to be unbearably awful while I can still dig up a two minute pop ditty, bop my head, and have it make my day better than it was before I listened.

There's really no point to this rambling. But Linda is out today, as well as my neighbor to the left so I figured I'd take the opportunity to rant and run with it. In sum, pitchfork sucks but Youtube is pretty cool. I just wish I had sound at my office.

We should be able to start uploading MP3s, etc. to this site in the near future. We're gonna transcend media and shit, brahs.

Thankfully, I stopped reading Pitchfork a long time ago, but here's 100 Awesome Videos.

The They Might Be Giants: "Ana Ng" video is great and reminds me, that their movie is definitely the best band "documentary" I've ever seen. Even if you're a casual fan, this is probably amazing, their videos and songs are fucking great. Ok fuck it, here are some.

Birdhouse In Your Soul
Don't Let's Start

My photos from the Baltimore Fest are here.

And here's a shot of the Hot Cops artwork, the record at which you can now order at www.formula7records.com:


I've got lots I'd like to say but Linda (whom I introduced you to last week) is babbling to me about her husband's mother.. or her kids graduation.. or just some other crap that I can barely understand and certainly don't care about. God help me get out of here.

Hehe, rejected "Love Is..." comics

Ok, for no reason whatsoever, here's an odd picture of a 1996 calendar marking my birthday, as well as a Johnny Cash show from the same day, at NYC's Irving Plaza.

Johnny Cash, Irving Plaza, 7/9/96 From EAR FARM

Just to think all this exciting shit going down while I was failing my drivers test.

If you're ever craving some live shit, EAR FARM also has included live songs/sets by Sublime, Spoon, Ween, The Unicorns, My Bloody Valentine, New Order, Sufjan Stevens, Neutral Milk Hotel, Sonic Youth, Explosions in the Sky, The Smiths, Morphine, Talking Heads, The Stone Roses, The Cure, PJ Harvey, Pulp, The Decemberists, Blur, Nine Inch Nails, Johnny Cash, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Led Zeppelin, Islands, Echo and the Bunnymen, Morrissey, The Durutti Column, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Giant Drag, Tool, Polvo, Mazzy Star, Meat Puppets, Squirrel Nut Zippers, and Pink Floyd. Wow!

He also just upped the recent Radiohead show at MSG.

I really wish I had a job that'd allow me to fuck around on the internet all day, there are so many good mp3 blogs floating around.

Just one more as to not overload you, Puritan Blister Seems like the first group are straight up covers, 2nd group is mash-ups, and the rest are just a mix of songs.

One more linky for the day, PostSecret

Jimmy pretty much summed up the Baltimore experience (although substitute naked pictures of Jen with those of Jeff for me). It was a fun, drunk, loud, and tiring weekend. I sweat and screamed our songs in front of a lot more people than I'd ever imagined being able to do so in front of. Some were strangers and a lot I've come to consider friends, which makes me happy. I haven't been in "a pit" in a long time... but man, I forgot how great it can be to jump around and scream the lyrics to some of your favorite songs in a room full of people doing the same thing. My voice is shot and my clothes all need to be burned or buried, but it was definitely worth it. I've got tons of pictures to upload. I'll try to get to that tonight. I'm also going to spruce up this page a bit.. change the color scheme, clean up the links, link our flickr accounts.. etc. etc. Hooray for in.circles, which I'd like to point out is just about 8 years old now. Wow.

I know everyone here likes to have fun, but sometimes we have to use this Blog for serious causes and helping people out. Please donate.

MILWAUKEE - More than a bell is needed to save Dustin Diamond this time around. Diamond, best known as geeky Screech Powers on the 1989-1993 teen comedy series "Saved by the Bell," is selling T-shirts with his photo on them to try to raise $250,000 so he doesn't lose his gray two-story house under a foreclosure order.

"If the public didn't care, I as an entertainer wouldn't have been a success," he said. Diamond, 29, is trying to sell nearly 30,000 shirts — at $15 or $20 (autographed) each — to supplement the income he makes as a standup comic so he doesn't have to move from his Port Washington home, about 25 miles north of Milwaukee. The T-shirt has a photo of Diamond holding a sign that says, "Save My House." The back of the shirt reads, "I paid $15.00 to save Screeech's house." The third "e" was added to get around copyright laws, he said. He's selling the shirts on his Web site: http://www.getdshirts.com. The foreclosure order was filed last month in Ozaukee County Circuit Court. Diamond appeared on Howard Stern's satellite radio show Tuesday to plead his case. "I'm doing great with my comedy, but this is definitely a low point," he said. "Real life comes in and affects you."

Diamond doesn't have a listed phone number, and e-mails to the address on his Web site and at an alternative address were not immediately returned Thursday. Link.


I guess I should also mention something about Baltimore. Without getting too mushy, it was a great great time, I saw some great bands, had a ton of fun with the people I arrived with, as well as the new people I met. My shitty pictures are up here, and of course they don't do it justice. Long/short, I felt a connection with a ton of strangers and it was all through some silly music. I kinda gave up on that feeling a long time ago, and I'm not so sure I ever even felt it, but this weekend was really rad in that respect. I also got real drunk and took naked pictures of Jen, I felt a connection there too. Also, what the fruck is up with Baltimore? What a fucked city. I saw a sad, poor, lazy underfed town.

"How big your thing?"

No, that sentence is not missing a word. I'd like to introduce you to Linda. Linda is a woman I work with. She's been doing the same job for anywhere from 20 to 30 years, depending on whom you talk to. Her parents are from China, but she was born in Brooklyn. Her accent, however, is 0% Crooklyn and 100% Chinese. She is not very good at being descriptive. When she saw me approaching my desk after my enjoyable lunch-walk with Marissa, she hit me with "How big your thing?". Now, I've been sitting next to this person every business day since Februay of last year. I know that there's a 30% chance that she's referring to something we've talked about as recently as the last few days, a 69% chance that she's come up with something from out in the left fucking field bleachers, and a 1% chance that she's asking me about the size of my penis. I don't dare ask, though. Because she is not very tolerant of people not understanding what she's talking about. I think she has an insecurity over her completely over the top and sort of unreasonable for an American born person's accent. I digress. Taking my chances with the 30% gamble that she's referring to something we've spoken about recently.. I consider our last few day's worth of conversations: bird flu (she's obsessed, but more on that some other time), she doesn't understand why people like soccer, baseball is boring, she bought a new computer, windows me is the best operating system ever invented, burning CDs that you don't own isn't illegal because software companies make software that physically allows you to do so, and her crazy ideas about why some of our shared drives keep disappearing (they're monitoring our pc activities, she claims). I figure she's talking computers with me, so I opt to respond wth "300 gigabytes", the size of my hard drive.

"300 gigabyte of ram fo yo email inbox daz cwazee. How you do dat?"

Doh. I was close with the computer angle, but she was asking me how large our company allows my inbox to be. Right category, wrong answer. The correct answer would have been 72 megabytes. Before I get a chance to explain that, though, we're (thankfully) interrupted by a phone call from her kids screaming. I don't blame them, both her and her husband work 9 hour days and spend 4 hours commuting each day so that they can have a relatively large house out in the middle of nofuckingwheresville, nj. Had we not been interrupted this conversation would have gone on for about 30 minutes before we'd both be on the same page.

I guess I should've figured it would be a sort of random statement... but I wonder how she would've responded had I answered "11 delicious inches, baby".
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I went on a completely worthless job interview yesterday.

hint: sell your ticket if it says extreme side right

Some videos of people breakdancing from around the world.

Here

With the official start of Summer 2006 just around the corner, so brings us another classic Jimmy mix CD. I don't have anything to allow me to download anything new, so these are all tracks that were already on my computer, for one reason or another. This one starts off upbeat, gets a little funky, then chills the fuck out. Only be available for 7 days, eat it up quick. Enjoy!

Download Here

1. Hortifuckingculturist
2. The Tattletales - Lucky Girl
3. The Steinways - (track 6)
4. The Weakerthans - Plea From A Cat Named Virtue
5. The Exploding Hearts - Throwaway Style
6. The Posies - Flavor of the Month
7. Wheatus - Lemonade
8. Weird Al - Franks 2000" TV
9. Pulp - Disco 2000
10. Junior Senior - You're My Girl
11. Fischerspooner - Never Win
12. Gnarls Barkley - Crazy
13. Of Montreal - So Begins Our Alabee
14. Feist - Inside and Out
15. Metric - Police and Privates
16. Pete Wingfield - 18 With a Bullet
17. Dusty Springfield - Spooky
18. The Kinks - A Little Bit Of Sunlight
19. Stevie Wonder - My Cherie Amour
20. Mount Eerie - Where Is My Tarp?
21. The Clientele - I Had To Say This
22. Beck - Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometimes
23. Keane - Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

kitty

I'm inspired. I'm taking off from work tomorrow. I'm faking sick right now in preparation. I'm taking off from work on Friday, but I don't need to fake sick then. I need to find cheap CDRs. I need to buy new shoes (mine have a hole in them). I'd rather be playing my DS Lite right now. I wish I had flickr access from work. I'm going to italy soon. I haven't prepared enough, but I will. I'm happy this site is alive again.

The Fastbacks are really fucking good, at least that album, but they've been playing for 22 years, so there's gotta be some stinkers right?. The Zombies were the last band to really make me go "wow", but Mr. Bloch has pulled it off. Awesome guitar sounds, great songs.

I was told by Uncle Milton that my Ants love to work and dig, but these fuckers must be watching me too closely, because all they do is sleep on each other and die. Or play dead until it's time to feed.

Hmm, I don't think I like this blogging.

Not much of a Johnny Cash fan, but Walk the Line was great, well done on all fronts, warranted a watching of the commentary, and it made it even better, some should steal me the book.

I'm on Marissa's farm in the middle of a rainstorm. It's way back from the road but the internet connection seems to run faster than in my suburban locale. Was supposed to go to Fenway but a previously rescheduled game took priority over the game we had tickets to. Marissa's not here, though. So it's a night of Lumines, Mario, and Chuck Palahniuk's Haunted.

Jim Testa from Jersey Beat put the Hot Cops on his newest Podcast, along with a few million other bands that are playing the Insubordination Records Festival down in Baltimore next weekend. You can download it here or on iTunes.

I hadn't looked at this site since early March. I decided to check it out the other day at work to help kill boredom... and bam, Jimmy had a dream people started updating again and Paul mysteriously made his dreams come true. Maybe I'll start doing it again. I dunno, it's kinda fun. And it's one of like four sites that my office doesn't block. So, we'll see. I hope Paul keeps writing. Maybe if I read enough of his words it'll make up for having not seen his new apartment yet.

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hay guys ash wednesday

oh fuck ride that shit hard. did you see this?

i went to radiohead in boston. hell of a drive but it was worth it. i saw them now because i have a feeling. i think this may be the last show. you know? not like they are going anywhere, but maybe i am? maybe humanity is? it just seems to me its either now or never on the radiohead front. this may be some sort of peak or something. something is on the horizon, dont you get it.

anyway. id like to think thats the greatest living band right there. watch thom and tell me he is a human. ill tell you to go to target and get some snacks cause your hands aint greasy enough. but being lucid is a blessing and a curse, the coursing was of course regarding airbag, one way or the other someone or something is the result of an interstellar blast, back to save the universe.

i hate to make this all about radiohead but there is some shaky cam footage of a new song. and have you heard nude? that right there might help.

i take potshots when i get the chance folks and thats why i love flickr. but how bout those oilers. not an oilers fan? you from raleigh? fuckall if i know. so what are you kids watching on the idiot box lately? house fans? lost? muthafuggin american idol? eric the astronaut/actor/midget? hey now.

but when i think about it something completely different happens. i turn into an electrical conduit. firings and buzzings and dots and transisting resistors. its a shit chute and youre wearing pretty clothes, darling. whats the point of the funnel if the crock pot is off. im serious though, is it me or has the thought process really blossomed into something wonderful... yours, mine, ours. you feel? its radiant heat, its energy. cant you sense something big in there. some source of power. why is it that i have to bear the news of an intense pending psychical hatching? surely im not the only one pulled, pressed, pounced and pitied by this preternatural prancing prickly plum. lets talk real sometime. because youre tiring me out