sure enough: dreamsmabout going to movies with grandparents. dreams about strange, rare insects. dreams about old freinds’ houses. a menagerie of strange and sinister flights of fancy. the devil hath taken root in the cogs of my mind.
monday night is a den of sin and ill repute
tonight i am a Bad Man. there is much in the way of chips, which are shaped like bowls. and Traitor Joe’s Mediterranean Hummus. i have taken them to my Bed. i know He will be angry with me, but will forgive me for being a simple man who succumbs easily to the wickedness of Temptation. tonight i will rest ill at ease and dream Sinner’s Dreams.
more to come in the morning.
the tenderist bird
had a great thanksgiving. tho i’ve never cooked a bird before, i decided to roast a chicken on a spit. it went over surprisingly well. for the baste i just melted a shit ton of butter and diced two heads of garlic into it and threw in some peppercorns and onion salt. it took a long ass time for the bird to roast. ended up doing it in the dark toward the end. anna came over while i was finishing preparation, so i broke my vow of solitude. doesn matter. made garlic bread using the baste, which was excellent. anna made some delicious mashed potatoes and i made a cheesecake. what a day.
portlad
this town has free wirelss internet everywhere. sortof.
valiant arms are practicing in the basement. i’ve always likem em, but it’s been awhile since i’ve heard them and i’m STUNNED by how good they’v got. they’re furious. they sound great.
so my granpere just dropped hundies on my sister and i. and you KNOW i been putting skrilla aside . . .
SHOULD I DO IT SHOULD I DO IT SHOULD I DO IT?
it would DEFINITELY be the most conspicuous consumption EVAR in my life AVAR! but shit, you only young once, dogg.
just rediscovered one of my ALL TIME FARVORITE records: dis one. i don’t know what happened, i was simply sitting around the house wasting a time as usual when a flash of nigh on divine inspiration hit me and i was like “SHIT I NEED THE CORCRANE SECRET NOW.”
back in the winter of der freshman year, patrick gave me a tape of this record and i played it do death. evry day i brought that thing to school. it distracted me during photography class. at some point i lost touch with it, then forgot about it entirely.
i still couldn’t fully say what sets polvo apart from the likes of unwound, seam, sst era sy, et al, nor what sets this record apart from their other, arguably more advanced and objectively just as good records. part’v it is the recording quality, the vocals way back in the mix, and double tracked in a grifters sortv way, guitars having their respective speakers. it sounds thin and week in this way that makes in twenty times tougher (the only other example of this phenomenon i can think of being judas preist’s _sad wings of destiny_).
i guess they did get a bit wankier and more boring as their albums progressed. still, the other ones are great, just a bit more distracted and a bit less excited than the corcrane secret.
i’d recommend the hell out of this for anyone who geeks out on guitar rock from the nineties. and who doesn’t? it was a grand time in american history.
what? a record label’s a great thing?
something strange and unexpected has happened with my record label: all of a sudden, it’s become clear that i have a lot of talented friends who want to join the ranks with their excellent music. it’s really freaking exciting. first i was all like “okay, it’ll just be my band and anna’s band and will’s band.” but now i’m hearing stuff from rochelle that sounds studio style great, i’ve got william recruiting a great german punk band from holland, my friends nick and kiyoshi are recording stuff, will’s recording stuff. damn. i can’t let this implode when i move away, it’s lookin. dudes, we got a label with some wikkid shit brewing. it’s also kindv scary because i don’t know if i’ve got what it takes to do this music justice. if it was just my stuff or whatever itd be cool. but now that other people are weighing in, i’ve gotta step it up to make it worth their while. how to get over the hump of superobscurity?
i’m in love with the modern world
yeyahh, went to a hells of great show up here in the rose city, where they have their unnerground music shit down so much that it’s like professionals all over, like the abba town of basement rock. but when the bands are cool, it’s a great thing. plus, abba’s fucking cool.
itwas the show was, um, ghosties and southern belle and 40 hundred thousand locked up guns and kickball and starfucker. in not that order. at the modern age, which is a joint in the basement of one of psu’s billdings.
and we came up and stayed with nick hg and kiyoshi, and nick came with us to the show and we missed southern belle and were just in time for ghosties, who were totally well put together and who sounded great with bass (i sort’v stopped paying attention to that band for a while, and during that period they, he, whatever, added bass). yeah, i like ghosties a lot. and they have their live thing down, to where the sound is this lovely, sleepy, blending wash of guitars and bass and keyboard and other stuff, while the drums are these huge ass beats going over it. it’s good in theory and good in practice.
then came 40 hundy thundy. my apologies to them for not having written about them in the microfest post. they are awesome. two dudes, a lotta fucking music. really awesome guitar playing, lotta preprogrammed stuff, some live keyboard, some live drums. epic as shit songs, and a front dude who tore it up on the mic the way true heroes should, a la joey casio. that was a super fun set. i rocked hard like i seldom do that night, and the rocking started with them.
and it led in real well to starfucker‘s, which got evryone freaking out and dancing and stuff. last time i saw them (at microfest) it was just one dude drumming at it was great. this time it was three dukes, who switched off between two drumkits, bass and guitar and feedback noises. the doubledrumming was so big, the bass was right in there, the songs were great. it was swell. nick fell deeply in love with their “german love” song and we listened to it over an over for the rest of the post-show night and he played it on his guitar and sang in his beautiful voice. THEIR SONGS ARE SO PRETTY. this kind of music (easiest point of reference: ratatat) has potential for such off the hook live shit.
then kickball. KICKBALL KICKBALL KICKBALL. they rule. and evrybody knows it. and evrybody there knew it. and there was much love in the room. and they played some new stuff by way of betweensong interludes. which is good, because i’m getting anxious for them to do new stuff; as much as i love rocking out to the stuff from “evrythings a miracle” i don’t want them to get sick of that stuff. everyone who’s been in a band knows how that is, getting tired of yr songs, and i don’t want that to happen to them because i love them and they should probably just be happy at all times forever. i bought the 10″ of their latest alb. thanks tyler for originally giving me a burned copy of it and hipping me to such a beautiful band.
and thank you, portland oregon for another excellent show! TODAY WE GO TO THE BINS.
