sailor – a glass of champagne
abba – take a chance on me
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.
sinner’s dreams
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.
