Guess what. I have secretly haxxed into this blog! I am in control of the airwaves.
BWHAHAHAHA!
sleep is a dumb fool and i hate it.
hells of yes my friends. it is five in the am and i am doing a classic undersix session, just like the old days.
on a whim, at around eleven, i decided it would be a good idea for me to sit down to write and record an album in one sitting, super lofi styl. AND IT WORKED. the album is called “classy classy”. it features such instant classics as “Party II”, “don’t want to eat pulparindo”, “sleepy boy” and “i’m starting to forget what it’s like to have a girlfriend”. all in all the sucker is twenty songs. i ended up throwing on there one that i recorded the other day, so it was only a nineteen song burst, really.
lotta bands played at the shady pines last night. it was that benefit, see, to raise the munniz for the salvation of nic’s house from a seriously illegal subdivision by the shady landlord. not sure how much money was there at the end of the night, but i’d certainly call it a victory for rock.
the highlights? blast majesty bringing their rock straight to the heart, in that meatpuppets one fashion which we’ve all come to love them for. last trains bringing it straight to the heart with their truly great songs. i know those are the only two bands i ever talk about, but it’s true that they were the standout acts. in a long lineup of other really good ones. watta show.
it was also largely a personal victory, because our set went really well. i made mistakes, but i feel like this band is the kind where playing well isn’t necessarily the point. cop out or the truth? you decide. but anyway, the basemunt was pretty fulled up, and people were loving it, so it was a good thing. especially because it has been for a long time a dream of mine to front a band, and for that band to inspire thunderous applause in the shady pines basement. also good because, having realized that goal, i’ve seen that it’s not the point, and that the real actual point is a beautiful one: that this eugene basement scene is a great thing full of wonderful people and bands that i love.
ok. sentimental cheese beams off.
plus, the certain kind set featured a version of stand by with lucas gunn on duet vocal guest appearance. how can one go wrong starting a set with that.
SHIT YEAH I’M GETTING REALLY PUMPED THINKING ABOUT THIS. it’s just sinkin in. how pathetic am i, where i wake up at like ten in the morning all like “i know, i’ll blog about last night’s events”. pathetic. shameful. watch this.
oh crap, which brings me to something else. chad dug up in patrick’s sevin inch collection a bonnie billy ep that is incredible and beautiful and the only thing i’ve been listening to.
ok. don’t act stupidly or get a disease.
youtube single number nine
and no it don’t gotta do with tha beatles. shut up, bitch.
mash out posse – how about some hardcore
geto boys – my mind’s playin tricks on me
black candy
i’ve been missing this one. i’ve known it for a long time, but never owned it. it’s been getting to me. luckily and by accident i found it on THE INTERNET recently and now am not without. it’s a good thing to be when it comes to this one. thanks, internet. i knew i could count on you for all those times when i wanna be a terrible person and shaft indipendant record labels that have brought nothing but joy to me.
is this my favrite beat happening record? this past week or so’s been telling me yes. tho jamboree and you turn me on are both tough to beat in their own special ways. i’ve always had more of a penchant for the happy pop beat happening (indian summer, tiger trap) than the dark ones (if you could call them that) (bad seeds, pinebox rock). this one’s bulk is of the former ilk, and in top form. tv girl (writing letters to the moon / too many asking questions) other side, cast a shadow. all excellent. all send shivers down my spine. then there’s fucking ponytail. like here come the warm jets, this song will probably make it onto every summer lovesick mixtape i ever make for myself or any girl. ever. i can’t explain. it’s the purest pop. it’s perfection. ah! the fucking swelling in the breast, the tears welling up, that acute and painfully abstract yearning that it invokes with it’s huge wall of ascending guitar and calvin’s singing and the velvet underground drumming. it’s too much. i need to watch it with that one.
disregard that link up there. the one where YOU STEAL THE ALBUM YOU CUNT YOU THIEF. though this may be “lofi”, it still works best on a turntable. especially that last cut. OOH THAT SONG.
so go here and buy it, pretty girlies and steedly ladsies. wait. it looks like they don’t do it on vinyl. i guess. try cassette! they sound GREAT on cassette! do it! WOO! YEAH! I JUST FOUND ALL THE COFFEE AND NOW IT’S IN ME AND IT’S ONLY NINE EIGHTEEN IN THE NIGHT AND I’M SO PUMPED FROM THAT PONYTAIL SONG, WHICH ITUNES SHHFFLE TRANSITIONED STRAIGHT INTO HEADPHONES AND IT WAS GREAT. maybe it’s time to do a mixtape thing. it’s been months. i don’t think the current lady friend has any of my mixtapes. hm . . .
ps the last trains are fucking so cool. you should come see them play with my band this friday.
i wish i didn’t have to write some bitch assed essay . . .
oh yeah, one more thing. spencey dude. check up on the song “i won’t cheat on you”. get it stuck in your head and sing it all day. i swear.
we might do a show with them soon. if i and bass lady can play at that bar. we’re minors, you see. but even if we can’t make it, you should still go. if you’re, like, twenty one and stuff. that is.
ok. i’m out for real this time.
two bands
saw two bands tonight at the wandering goat’s first anniversary. they had free coffee (the place).
first was fourteen girls. clean, trebly guitar and loud, solid drums. really good drumming. ok singing/guitar. the singer/guitar dude had some pretty unflattering stage banter going, which made it harder to like them. but they were a decent pop duo, and were very much together, had their songs worked out, etc.
then i saw the last trains. who rocked. again. i want to play another show with those people.
there’s whispers on the wind about a ck/calvin johnson show. but don’t tell anyone, because it’s still in the very early stages of planning and 55% percent unlikely to happen. still, something to look forward to.
my friend chad wants be to drum in a crazy horse style country rock band. i say hell yes that would be fun. dude needs to write us some songs, though.
got a cello on loan yesterday. planning on teaching myself some moves on the sucker. still having difficulty tuning the damn thing. it’s a decrept piece of beautiful junk. i have “CGDA” written across my knuckles.
finished up the bass tracks on PRIDE OF THE VALLEY. now i just have to do the drums and mikksing. it’s gonna be a short album, just ten songs. but i’m liking the idea of a short one. there’s not a piece of filler on the damn thing, or so i say.
going to see ryan adams in salem in january. and seattle later. heck yes.
ok. coming up next, a youtube single. until then, don’t get the diseases.
