In Appreciation of the Ornately Sissified
Like most self-absorbed college dullards inordinately impressed with their own meager intelligence, I was a big fan of Belle & Sebastian
's If You're Feeling Sinister
back in 1997. It truly was a great record, one of the top fifty or 100 or so of the decade, for sure. I would listen to my roommate's copies of the various singles and eps they released in '97 and '98, which were all pretty much great. I began to lose interest after '98's The Boy With the Arab Strap
, when Stuart Murdoch
started letting his bandmate's middling scraps waste a few slots per album. The most recent B&S release I've owned has been 1999's excellent This Is Just a Modern Rock Song
ep, which I got gratis from my old pals at Music Boulevard
. But so I definitely used to be a fan, and I was familiar with most of their output during the years of my most fervent interest. The ebb was swift, though, and by the end of '99 I couldn't care less about the prospect of new Belle & Sebastian music. Their pitifully lackluster show at the 40 Watt in 1998 probably had much to do with that. I half-heartedly kept track with subsequent albums and singles, first through WUOG
, and later through my wife, who remains a fan. For the most part, though, I stopped caring about this band six years ago.
I've never owned most of those eps from '97, as ten bucks for four songs was never worth it, and Matador's weird boxed set deal similarly seemed like a rip-off. When I read that they were releasing a two-disc set with all of their singles up to 2001, and that it would cost the same as a single album, I figured it was probably worth my twelve bucks. That's a decision I am now proud to have made. Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
is a fantastic collection, despite the putrid name. The first disc, containing those three eps from 1997, rivals Sinister
as their most essential release. "The State I Am In"
, "You Made Me Forget My Dreams"
, and "A Century of Fakers"
are easily among their best songs. The second disc starts off strongly with the Modern Rock Song
ep, followed by the three three-song singles released in 2000 and 2001. The quality level dips a bit here, but there's still some slivers of sturdy platinum, most notably "Take Your Carriage Clock and Shove It"
and "Marx and Engels"
. If anything, this set is irrefutable evidence that the band was either lackadaisical in their album sequencing, or else a bad judge of their own music's merit. Or maybe they simply prefer eps to full-lengths. Either way, most of Push Barman
outclasses half of the songs that made it on to Arab Strap
, and is superior to almost all of 2000's anemic Fold Your Hands Child You Walk Like a Peasant
playlist from yestyday's radio show
The Mez Eclipse Goodtime Radio Hoe-down and Buffalo Pie Bingo Extravaganza is really starting to find its way. Yesterday was some magic, coursing through me, through the radio, and hopefully through you. That song by Blurt
, in particular, was particularly fine. Particulate.
"MuthaFucka This timing is like so REAL!"
So sorry I had to miss this.
This past weekend was Lord Douchebag's
"double day duel with hell" bachelor's party.
I received two incredible messages from LD
himeslf that made me incredibly miss being there wholeheartedly, not to mention bust a freakin' gut in the middle of the Bellagio lobby. Classy. The First MSG:Sunday Morning 12:01 am
(3:01 Atlanta/Athens Time)
[Music completely blasting, so much so that I cant understand a single thing LD says except one line about 1 minute in:]
"Mutha Fucka this timing is like so REAL"The Second MSG: Sunday Morning 12:32 am
(3:32 Atlanta/Athens Time)
[Singing along with "Sister Christian
" blasting in a bar:]
"Motorin! Whhat's Uur Price for Flight...In Finding Mr. Right, You'll beee....."
Ahhh...uhhhhhhh....gah...the song's ahead of me, uh I don't even know what im talking about right now. Luckily I'm so drunk that I'm feeling singed. You betta call me back later in time...for real. Im giving you lyrics right now MUTHA FUCKA, FOR REEEEAL. I hope you are hitting the jackpot at the slots, if not - you shouldn't be playing them in the first place. You should be at the pool...PICKING UP HOOKERS....(long pause).....HOOKERS! (*at this point someone in the background yells "OH HELL YEAH, THEM HOOKERS!")
Seriously, Peace OUT!"
We here at Mezzy couldn't be prouder.
"The (self proclaimed) best dance club in Atlanta"
Got home from Vegas and to my car around 7:30, got into my car - passed Turner field and saw they were playing a game, turned on 96 Rock (new location for Braves broadcasts). Immediately when I turn this on Skip and crew are talking about Las Vegas, and I was like "woah, that’s weird" - then Pete comes in and says "our engineer (whoever it was) is going to JOHNNY'S HIDEAWAY
for the first time tonight!" - my jaw dropped. Then Skip just starts laughing his ass off. Then Pete comes in again and says "I'll tell him not to forget his AARP card!" Skip continuing to laugh blurts out, "yeah, you know what they call Johnny's Hideaway?? God's Waiting Room!" I was laughing so hard in major disbelief! Then skip gets back to baseball and says, "oh boy do we have some Johnny's Hideaway stories, but we will keep those for a rain delay" - Pete: "yeah, if we want to keep our jobs!"
watch burt slap some joker around
Read about it at oceanchum
, watch it here
Musically Artistic Friends in AWESOMENESS!
My wife got me a subscription to Time Magazine
a few weeks ago. I think they're actually paying us to take the damn thing. Maybe not, but it was a ridiculous deal, something like fifteen bucks for a year of Time and In Style
, or Real Simple
, or Vacuum Struggle
, or some womany thing like that). Time ain't what it used to be, back when my dad subscribed in the '80's. These days it feels about as light as a comic book, sometimes clocking in at barely 64 pages. One could probably read it cover to cover in an hour or so, if it weren't, you know, Time, and didn't reliably put the reader to sleep within fifteen minutes. Its coverage is as insubstantial as its size, focusing more than ever on useless pop culture bric-a-brac. The five issues we've received have included cover stories on Ann Coulter
, Star Wars
, and the new X-Box
. Not exactly important journalism, there, but I suppose it keeps the rag from getting blamed for riots caused by the unique and all-encompassing assholishness of this government's foreign policy.
The latest issue arrived yesterday, with a cover date of May 30, 2005, and a story about this year's graduating class of military officers. Again, nothing too exciting. But what true glory awaits inside, despite such inauspicious first impressions! There are not one, but TWO! excellent articles within. There's a nice profile
of former WUOG
dj (and occasional "Head to Head" board operator) Brian "Danger Mouse" Burton
, and, even greater still, the most in-depth article I've yet to read
on our new all-time favorite human Cowboy Troy
. Who knew that Troy spoke six languages, or that he had a philosophy degree from UT, or that he's a few hours short of a masters in economics? Not only is he the most electrifying country music performer since the Kentucky Headhunters
, he's also apparently the best educated. And he has a song declaring himself the "Last of the Brohicans"! What an unforgivably exhilirating giant of a man this Cowboy be!
there goes one of the best names ever
So Thurl Ravenscroft has died. I didn't know he was still alive. I also had no idea that he was the voice of Tony the Tiger, although now that I think about it I'm surprised I couldn't tell. That guy had it all, both an amazing voice and an even more amazing name. That's all you need in this life, a voice and a name, and if you've got both, you can do anything, and go anywhere.
Is it proper to call Tony the Superman of animated cereal spokesanimals?
we make a lot of shit up
Our man Ice
has started up an on-line repository
of our friends' unfinished (and unstarted) screenplay ideas. Ice produces more gold than supernovae
could ever imagine. Coming up soon we should have our treatment for the pro-choice horror film The Unwanted
and the script to Supreme Pizza
, our submission to Bravo
's Situation: Comedy
Matt Clement has the most disgusting beard in professional sports.
Okay, yes, Fenway is absolutely amazing, and beautiful, and I want to make sweet love to it, and all that stupid overblown shit. My memories of Wrigley are vague (it's been almost exactly ten years, after all), but Fenway definitely outstrips it in terms of charm and delight. It's an amazing ballpark, and I am completely thrilled that I got to be there yesterday. But god-damn, could it have been a more frustrating game? The Sox had Smoltz on the ropes every single inning, and easily could have scored several runs off of him. Smoltz burned through more pitches in 4 and 2/3 than Clement needed for the full nine. I got laughed at twice for cheering for the Braves, and twice had kids twelve years or younger loudly tell me that the Braves suck. That brief moment when the Braves led two to nothing was nice, but since Smoltz had already thrown a hundred pitches by then I knew the bullpen would be making a mockery of the whole thing sooner rather than later.
But yeah, other than the actual game, everything about yesterday was fantastic. Everyone should put the effort into going to Fenway at some point. It was probably the best birthday gift since being blind-folded and abandoned on an island in the middle of the Broad River.
My chance at the president.
I have just be informed that this fall, the law firm I work at will be celebrating their 100th anniversary. There will be a party for the clients and a shitstorm of other TOTAL BIG SHOTS at the 75,000-100,000 dollar party to end all parties.
The big shot I am concerned with? None other than President Arnold Schwartzenegger.
My goal? To give him a 'Dear President Schwartzenegger...' ep.
This is the chance I've been waiting for.
Will update as more info comes available...
Man vs. Beast -- ULTIMATE EDITION
Do you guys remember that Man vs. Beast special that Fox had a couple years back? I still think about that almost every day. We got together and bet on the best competitions ever to air on television. The hot dog champion trying to out-eat a bear was my favorite. But, do you remember the grand finale? 50 midgets vs. an elephant in a plane pulling contest?
The midgets vs. beast was recently revisited, but this time with harrowing results. This article was pretty hilarious at first, but then I felt bad for thinking it was funny. But how could anyone not think this is funny?Lion Mutilates 42 Midgets in Cambodian Ring-Fight
Spectators cheered as entire Cambodian Midget Fighting League squared off against African Lion.
Tickets had been sold-out three weeks before the much anticipated fight, which took place in the city of Kâmpóng Chhnãng. The fight was slated when an angry fan contested Yang Sihamoni, President of the CMFL, claiming that one lion could defeat his entire league of 42 fighters.
Sihamoni takes great pride in the league he helped create, as was conveyed in his recent advertising campaign for the CMFL that stated his midgets will "... take on anything; man, beast, or machine."
This campaign is believed to be what sparked the undisclosed fan to challenge the entire league to fight a lion; a challenge that Sihamoni readily accepted.
An African Lion (Panthera Leo) was shipped to centrally located Kâmpóng Chhnãng especially for the event, which took place last Saturday, April 30, 2005 in the city’s coliseum.
The Cambodian Government allowed the fight to take place, under the condition that they receive a 50% commission on each ticket sold, and that no cameras would be allowed in the arena.
The fight was called in only 12 minutes, after which 28 fighters were declared dead, while the other 14 suffered severe injuries including broken bones and lost limbs, rendering them unable to fight back.
Sihamoni was quoted before the fight stating that he felt since his fighters out-numbered the lion 42 to 1, that they “… could out-wit and out-muscle [it].”
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
Your Only Reason To Love The NBA, besides Kurt Rambis
Happy SHAQ!Eastern Conference Finals start Monday
(awesome picture of Shaq
). Miami vs. Detroit but who really gives a fuck other than the Diesel with a cute Mickey Mouse hat on?
Shaq is hurt but WILL BE READY TO RAP
playlist from yesterday
Also, added information and links pertaining to mine and Crews' radio shows to the side-bar.
Oh yeah, and saw the new Star Wars last night. It was awesome. Such a downer, though.
What should I go see?
So yeah, I "have" to go to Vegas for work this weekend through next Wednesday. You guys pick who I should go see in concert.
Here are my choices:
Peabo Bryson and Jeffrey Osborne
El Pus (!?)
I miss the Queens by one day, sucks.
Atlanta's Ultimate Sports Hero
So the AJC's got this poll
up, asking the fine people of Atlanta who they think the city's greatest athlete is. Of course there are only two serious candidates, and frankly I find it impossible to pick between Murph and 'Nique. Okay, you can make a case for pretty much everybody on there, of course, but you could also make a case against all of them. Like Aaron, yeah, he's got that flashy record, and he's been visible in the city for decades, but he spent far more time in Milwaukee than Atlanta. Deion's a dick, Bartkowski and Nobis never stood out in their sport like Dominique did, and Vick's still got a few years 'til earning the title. I love me some Smoltzie (looking like I might be seeing him at Fenway this Sunday, btw), but you just can't elevate him over Glavine or Maddux. Niekro and Chipper are/were great players, but there's nothing exciting about either of them. And Evander done fucked his legacy up, first by refusing to retire with dignity, and secondly by appearing on that ballroom show alongside such "celebrities" as the fake J. Peterman and, well, a bunch of people I don't even recognize. Realistically Bobby Jones should probably get it, and since the people who don't know who he is don't read papers anyway (ie, the kidz), maybe he's got a shot. But for me, and I'd think for most anybody who came of age in the '80's, Murphy and Wilkins are the benchmarks for athletic excellence in Atlanta. Murphy was the king shit of baseball throughout all the southeast in the mid-'80's, and my first favorite player, so it's impossible to not vote for him. But 'Nique went to Georgia, and was pretty amazingly kick-ass most of the time, so it's also hard to not give him the nod. Sweet Jesu, what a moral conundrum!
I'm really surprised neither Glavine nor Maddux made it on the list.
More Chewy!! (Non Spoiler Ed)
Star Wars III: A+
(more details later when it wont ruin shit for shit's sake)
***I would however, love to hear
- if you had the balls to dare the danger and go see it at midnight last night/this morning - any good "IN THEATRE" stories
We got to our theatre about an hour and a half before the movie started and boy were we in for a treat. The theatre we were at was illegally running the movie on every single one of its screens so all 10 theatres were packed. Little did we know that there was going to be a JEDI MASTER* just a few rows away from us. He came in about 10:45 with cloak fully drawn and at a very slow and dramatic pace (arms folded in front of him of course!). He sat, and waited for a foe, probably meditating. In came prancing some teens/dorks with the dreaded RED LIGHT SABER
ALREADY DRAWN - mere pranksters out on a gallivant! Our Jedi needed to protect the theatre, so slowly stood and gracefully paced towards the t-shirt clad enemy. Next came a move none of us expected, he actually drew HIS LIGHT SABER! The battle was on and poppin as if demanded by the council themselves. The crowd exploded with anticipation and glee. A short (and unfulfilling) saber dance ensued. JEDI 1 - SITH 0!
HE DID IT, for now!
Then come the jeers. "You aren't going to get laid tonight" cackled some overweight video game nerd. The Jedi swung his head around and glared. Do ye not respect the galactic code?
The Jedi was forced to exile.
But don't worry, BATTLE 2 was soon at hand.
10 minutes later (while 2 of our party were out getting the nourishment needed to proceed with this adventure) as if on beckon call, THE RETURN OF THE JEDI! Hood pulled once again - same methodically slow pace. Instead of heading back to his seat - up near us - he continues straight, down to the very front of the theatre. His stage, his rules, his audience, his life waiting in the balance.
The enemy engages and realizes the sure threat. "OOOHHHHHHHHHHH" surges from the crowd as if we were a speed bike being throttled. SABERS PITCHED! This was the contest we had paid for. Pass after pass with lightning speed - neither SITH nor JEDI wanting to relinquish ground to the other. CARNAGE FOR THE CONGREGATION! Our Jedi takes a roll with Saber drawn behind him extracting what could possibly be his strongest hit. The SITH IS DAMAGED, yet strong. Next came the sheer moment terror...Our JEDI MASTER slipped and DROPPED his beloved LIGHT SABER!
The crowd, realizing the SITH HAD WON - exploded with laughter. The SITH WENT IN FOR THE FINAL BLOW which was a strike through the back of our protector as he scrambled for his weapon. The fight was over. The engagement lost. The gallery unprotected.
Our MASTER had been killed. He thus embarrassingly retreated to his seat where he removed his cloak to reveal his "DO I FUCKING LOOK LIKE A PEOPLE PERSON" shirt (he would later yell at a girl who asked him if his Light Saber was real). One horrendous night he has lived through.
Oh yeah, and the movie was pretty fuckin' awesome too.
Mesmerization Eclipse Radio
MezEclipse will be on WZBC
today (and every Thursday this summer) at 3:00 pm, Eastern Standard. Hopefully the hangover will be gone by then.
Anyone watch Lost
last night? First truly good episode in a long while. Got me very excited for next week's finale.
Oh, and how are those Star Wars going?
Did anybody else detect a little lascivious lilt in Senator Sessions' voice when he said "we have some exceedingly fine [judges]"?
It set me to thinking. Which Supreme Court justice, historically, do you think was the tenderest and most attentive lover? I don't know much about circuit or appellate courts, or anything like that, so we'll have to exclude those from consideration.
I've got the notion that Felix Frankfurter was a titan in the boudoir.
white noise in a white room
Went to see Gang of Four last night with Brandon
. I really like fat drummers, and I really like dudes who wear headset mics, so when I first saw Hugo Burnham I pretty much immediately knew it was going to be a great night. I don't have much to add to SA's post
, really. Gang of Four were completely amazing. The songs that weren't from Entertainment!
were mostly kind of dull, but there were only like four of them, and one, "To Hell With Poverty", was a highlight. They seem to be playing the same set, as it matched up almost perfectly with what Sean mentioned in his post. They did the two encores, finishing up with "I Found That Essence Rare". The bass-sound was fine, thankfully, and Gill's guitar is still pretty mind-blowing. They all look awful, of course, but that's what you expect from these reunion deals. But yes, Gang of Four were utterly fantastic, and those Radio 4 assholes are total douchebags.
My current favorite weblog
Cake and Polka Parade
is probably the best audioblog thing going right now. I especially recommend the mp3s by Jon
They were partying too...
Nabbed this record over the weekend. Excellent, in a word.
Nothing too far out there, but very absorbing. Like the Shuggie Otis record during the "Summer of Action" I can easily see this record being thrown on all the time at various cookouts. Some of the artists sound like a jacked up James Brown, some closer to what Blue Cheer would have done with a bongo section - all with a strut that gives you a good taste of the Dark Continent.
Here is what Luaka Bop says:
Delve into West Africa's decade-delayed funky polyrhythmic take on psychedelia. From the Gold Coast to Cameroon, traversing the territory of Jimi Hendrix and James Brown, this album is an African assimilation of the psychedelic revolution - distorted, political, hallucinogenic, and, of course, danceable. Thousands of miles from the Summer of Love's utopian origins, yet somehow, not so far away...
Here is what some other dude said:
“Rock's Summer of Love dispersed utopian thoughts, wah-wah pedals and fuzzboxes around the world to places including West Africa. There, in the late 1960's and early 1970's, bands added them to already simmering local concoctions of tradition and funk. "World Psychedelic Classics 3: Love's a Real Thing - The Funky Fuzzy Sounds of West Africa" (Luaka Bop) collects a dozen sterling examples: Gambian garage-rock, modal Malian funk, a Guinean-Cuban guajira with a wah-wah lead and a proto-electro protest song by William Onyeabor from Nigeria. The equipment now sounds charmingly vintage, but the rhythms still jump.”
Will probably have a few up at the extension this week:
Normaltown takes another hit
The Navy Supply School is on the Pentagon's list
of military installations to be shuttered. Has the University sprawled out down Prince yet? Who else would want to buy that much land in Athens?
if only something unpleasant could happen to Blogger, post-haste.
I'm normally not a rash individual, but I would love to give Blogger some sort of highly painful, embarrassing, and inconvenient venereal disease right now. I spent my first hour at work this morning writing out a long response to Emerson's comment about Arcesia over at the extension
. Of course, like an idiot, I didn't save it in Word first. So I type this big long thing up, about how Irwin Chusid's book does a great disservice to people like Daniel Johnston, Jandek, Captain Beefheart, Harry Partch, etc., how insulting it is to equate them with people who are incompetent or whose madness is their sole point of interest, and about how Jandek, in particular, deserves more respect than he gets in Songs in the Key of Z
. It was a big long post, five or six paragraphs, and it was probably the most brilliant thing ever written by anybody ever. And then Blogger ate it up, spat it out, stomped on it, took a massive dump all over it, and said, "you know what, no thanks". I didn't save it, it's now gone forever, and I've completely wasted my morning. So yes, please, Blogger, go get fucked, painfully, and with great future debilitation.
--- All of these, especially the Big Star song, look stupid written down. But when they are sung it does something to me.
Part Company - Go-Betweens (Robert Forster)
Come and have a look, beside me
A fine line of tears, part company.
That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes
From the first letter I got to this her Bill of Rights, part company.
And what will I miss? Her cruelty, her unfaithfulness
Her fun, her love, her kiss, part company.
That's her handwriting, that's the way she writes
Like mud in the September rain it comes, back to me.
Thirteen - Big Star
Won't you let me walk you home from school
Won't you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe friday i can
Get tickets for the dance
And i'll take you
Thunder Road - Bruce Springsteen (there could be dozens to make this list)
The screen door slams
Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but hey you're all right
Oh and that's all right with me
You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain for a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now I'm no hero that's understood
All the redemption I can offer girl is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow, hey what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting down on the tracks
Oh-oh come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road sit tight take hold Thunder Road
Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open bu the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely and there's words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises will be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys your sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at ther feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone
On the wind so Mary climb in
It's a town full of losers and I'm pulling out of here to win!
Asleep And Dreaming - Magnetic Fields
I've seen you laugh at nothing at all
I've seen you sadly weeping
The sweetest thing I ever saw
Was you asleep and dreaming
I don't know if you're beautiful
But it's not for me to judge
I don't know if you're beautiful
Because I love you too much
Tim's Song - Greg Harmelink
Talk about, talk about my problems
No one seems to hear what I'm saying anyway
Check the clock, check my watch
Make it look like I am leaving town today
But did you know all the time?
Did you synchronize all your clocks to mine?
Take your time, talk it slow
Make sure that you understand the meaning of the story
Overhead it passes by
Like a foreign language to Americans when they're on vacation
But did you know all the time?
Did you synchronize all your clocks to mine?
I calculated the distance
Between your life and mine
The difference between what you wish and what you get out of your life.
That's probably the saddest song I've ever heard. Maybe it's just because I know the person.INSTRUMENTALS
1. MASH theme (see Masters' live cd -- I know it's 'Suicide Is Painless' but without the lyrics it's the MASH theme)
2. Jessica - Allman Bros. (ripped off of Hillary I think)
3. A-Team theme
4. classical music
5. jazz musicLIVE SHOWS
1. David Byrne - GA Theater (summer 2001?)
2. Bruce Springsteen - CNN Palace (summer 2000?)
3. Mind Zap - McLaren Park (4/23/05)
4. Some sort of Neutral Milk Hotel show (1998ish)
5. If seen now, it probably wouldn't be all that ass-tearing, but back in the day I was FUCKA STOKED on Sugar at the Roxy in 1994, Superchunk at the Masquerade in 1995, GBV at the Masquerade in 1995, at probably most of all Superchunk, Pavement, Pavement again, Portastatic, Versus, Sonic Youth, Beck, and Built to Spill at Lollapalooza 1995.UNDERAPPRECIATED ARTISTS
4. Bugs Eat Books
5. Pylon (pretty unheard of outside of Athens)START TO FINISH ALBUMS
(God... Believe it or not, this is even more difficult than the lyrics section. I never listen to anything start to finish.)
1. Brian Wilson - Smile (sorta long though)
2. Television - Marquee Moon (only eight songs so it's easy to listen to straight through)
3. Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (I don't really listen to this the whole way through but it seems like a good album to do that with)
4. Buzzcocks - Singles Going Steady (The first half is so awesome that I've actually tried to skip songs or turn it off and I can't. Too many ass-shreds in a row. But this is not a real album so...)
Talking Heads - More Songs About Buildings and Food (Same thing as Singles Going Steady but to a lesser degree)
5. Rocketship - A Certain Smile, A Certain Sadness (only eight short songs. easy.)HEROES
1. Robert Forster
2. David Byrne
3. Bruce Springsteen
4. Brian Wilson
4. Joe Strummer? I don't know. I know for sure he wouldn't be on there if I gave it some more thought.
Following His Lead
This shit deserves more time, but this is right off the top of my head...
A. Top Five Lyrics that Move Your Heart:
- "What would we do about wishfull thinking" - Wilco
- "And she RUNS through the night / As if NOBODY's THERE / she screams and she cries / and ignores all the stares / she wants me to come / but I'm never going there... - GBV
- "Jah show me the way / Everything is gonna be OK / I will fly everyday / bicycle kick my worries away" - Still Flyin'
too hard to think about right now...
B. Top 5 Instrumentals
Green Arrow - Yo La Tengo
The Diamond Sea ending -SY
Sparks - The Who
In a Beautiful Place Out in the Country - Boards of Canada
The last song on TNT - Tortoise
C. Top 5 Live Musical Experiences
GBV's Last Show Ever - Metro, Chicago
Stereolab - 40 Watt (dots & loops tour)
Sonic Youth - on my birthday last year
Jay Z / 50 Cent - Lakewood last summer (for reasons involving Matt Bergeron!)
Royal Trux - 40 Watt
Nirvana - The Omni ‘93?
Acid Mothers Temple - EARL ‘04
Michael McDonald / Hall & Oates - Chastain Summer ‘04
Pavement - Masquerade - Spring Break ‘94
Shins - Caledonia (with 10 people there)
Cure - Lakewood summer ‘96 (first time i saw them, played for 3+hrs)
Ludacris - Legion Field
god, forgetting so many
D. Top Five Artists You Think More People Should Listen To
Ween (I know a lot of people like them, but a lot dismiss them as a joke band)
Michael McDonald (the world would be a better place)
E. Top Five Albums You Must Hear From Start to Finish
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot - Wilco
Captain Beyond S/T
Pick One - Sonic Youth
Each One Teach One - Onedia
S/T - Sam Prekop
F. Top Five Musical Heroes
Talib Kweli / Mos Def
following her lead
A. Top Five Lyrics that Move Your Heart:
will have to get back to you on this one.
B. Top 5 Instrumentals
Theme from Midnight Express
The Home Depot music
Edgar Winter's “Frankenstein”
C. Top 5 Live Musical Experiences
Pretty much every GBV show would fit on here, so I’m excluding all of them.
VANISH, July 1996: Superchunk, Archers of Loaf, Polvo, and more at the old Durham Bulls ballpark
the four Yo la Tengo shows in Athens and Atlanta in July and October of 1997
Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, my second day living in New York, August 1995
Archers of Loaf, Midtown Music Hall, January 19, 1995
Royal Trux at the 40 Watt in January, 2000, during the big ice storm
D. Top Five Artists You Think More People Should Listen To
the Jazz Butcher
the Summer Hymns
Crooked Fingers (yeah, they have fans, but not enough)
Dances With Wolves
E. Top Five Albums You Must Hear From Start to Finish
You’re Living All Over Me
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
F. Top Five Musical Heroes
Mark E. Smith
I spent maybe ten minutes working on this, so I'm sure all information is already incorrect. In fact I've already remembered that the theme from "Taxi" should probably be on the instrumental list.
A quick reminder: I'll be dj'ing on WZBC
today, and every Thursday this summer, from three to five pm, eastern standard time. I rearranged my work schedule and everything to get this time off. I'm gonna depart from 100 Hancock promptly at noon, stopping for a quick lunch at Roggie's on the way to the station. They've got this special where you can get soup, a sandwich, and a Molson draft for five bucks. The place might actually be called The Avenue; I can't tell. Like the Shrimp Boats, it's pretty damn hard to know what the hell they call themselves. It's one of those restaurants that has two different signs up, and folks in the neighborhood use both names regularly. It's a monstrously shitty place, though, always chock full of asshole college fucks drinking away their daddy's retirement money. The sidewalk in front of and alongside Roggie's is like that stretch of Clayton that always reeks of vomit and liquor. But dude, you can't beat five bucks for a sandwich, soup, and a beer. And they only run that special from noon to five, so I have yet to be able to enjoy it properly. I'm sure it'll suck, like the beer will be 9/10's water, and the sandwich will be like the size of a Post-It note, and it'll have mayonaisse on it, and shit. But still, five bucks! And afterward, the radio.
Eternal Infranet, morrow
Yoz, after our office move we are cruising the infranet through one DIAL UP 28.8 modem between 6 people. Like crusing Rodeo Dr. in Phil's old Gremlin. Well that shit ends tommorow when the real infranet T1 gets hooked up. Cause...really, why work? Enchantment tomorrow.
auditory opinion enforcment
Over the last few months I've filled in occasionally at WZBC
, Boston College's radio station. I've been fortunate enough to receive my own weekly show, starting tomorrow at 3:00 PM, EST. It'll run through August, and hopefully beyond. They've got streams on their site, but the damn things have never worked for me. If you're capable, though, perchance you'd like to listen in?
So for the first time in three or four years, I've gotten stuff in consecutive issues of the Flagpole
. This half-assed Mountain Goats review
at the bottom of the page would still be awful even if the first paragraph hadn't been awkwardly jiggered with a bit. But between that, and last week's Dead Meadow
review, I'm on a roll. Sure, it's a roll of horribly unthoughtful reviews that could very easily have been written by a mentally-damaged eight-year-old, but it's a start, anyway.
"Mind if I wrap my lips around that..."
A perfect description of the Derby Party
Incredible time Saturday. I felt bad about keeping
everyone up with my shitty Incubus song [ed: FUCKIN AWESOME!!]. But hey,
that's what happens when you get some Alize in a
brotha. I slept until about 7:30 or so then snuck out
quietly and drunk as piss. If I had been pulled over,
I'm pretty sure I'd have blown at least a .20. "You
have received a collect call from the Fulton County
Department of Corrections from [pause] Happy Mother's
Day, it's Lord Douchebag!" Fed the bushes, hit that expired Alka
Seltzer Morning Relief and it was off to brunch. Got
back, hung as fuck till about 9:45. Awesome. Worth
every minute of the hangover though.
Jammed to Lil Flip while driving around yesterday and
this morning. That flute song is the shit.
Anyway, thanks again for having the throwdown. I hope
I didn't give anyone else food poisoning with those
ribs. When I drink that much I figure I kill off any
bacteria with the alcohol, and if I get sick, I just
blame the liquor.
Old Chub forever,
We had a birthday dinner at Aspens
(right near Lassiter
) on Friday night. I had a Makers and Ginger but didnt get tanked. It was a medium length dinner. Good to see a sister who goes to work with the Mexican Crew
in a few weeks. The waiter tried to make friends by using our last name, but that shit tanked. I really think he was gay
even taking into consideration his wedding ring. I tried to order the cheese ass grits but the douche bag said "no, extra" so I ordered it to spite him. Left there and heard "Since U Been Gone
" on the radio. Great night. Were the last two customers at the package store on Johnson Ferry Rd. Asked the guy behind the counter if he got more customers buying Makers near Derby Time. "Do they get DERBY FEVER
?" - "I dont know what you are talking about" was the response. Flipped it over to a former HS hangout...the Taco Bell parking lot in front of Kroger
. We laughed at the pre-teens eating a taco with a cig listening to "Holla Back Girl"(sucknut_). While those ladies were getting spa treatments and buying expensive dresses and perfumes, my grandfather was busy trying to grow perscription drugs in some backwoods corner of South Cali
. Purchased the remainder of the 'greidents for the Makers Mark Slushies
. Also, I don't know tits about feminism, but I'm sure this elixir don't gibe with that a'tall. Still, some entertainment, and that episode of Wondershozen
was out of this world.
The next day the missus was somehow not hungover at all, even after running 4 miles in the morning. Later I watched Breakfast At Churchill Downs
, an alright show that highlighted the Lou-veau Rich party that happens the night before the derby. A List celebs just jammin. Watching Breakfast At Churchill Downs reinforced something I've felt for a while now, I should own a horse and name it either "Still Flyin
" or "Coupla Smokies
" or "Butternut Fun
" or "Camptown Braces
" or "Hot Doggin' On A Flip Flop
". It's easy to get emotionally and intellectually invested in a race that you have been to before and enjoy so highly minus all the boobs**. This year's race was one of the best I have paid attention to. At times it reminded me of the 4 Horses of the Apocalypse
coming to party too and imagining who was their band. Excitement level higher. But after the race, and calling Dark
during a serious SUPRISE ATTACK hammjamm
with DJ DOUCHEBAG
, I tore up the bag of salt and pepper chips, and made L laugh with an impersonation of Licky's drunk dial about blowjobs
from the night before. After the race I stayed up 'til two watching DJ DOUCHEBAG
fucking rip OTP
a new asshole with his musical skills on the $30 boombox. Monster Mash to JayZ
. We shut the party down after the bottle of Alize
was cashed and we found ourselves yelling in the kitchen with no-one else there; I refused to leave the house to go to MJQ when the numba one stunna was jammin OTP
I didnt slept off my hangover the next day when I had to be a church at 9
. Made it through, barely. Feelin' like I had dueled Satan's Son
the night before and won, again barely. Again, we didn't do shit. We talked to our moms, ate some lunch at a French place, and then returned to the couch for some television. We caught a few more episodes of Kojak
(still the weakest of the Williams St shows), and then Meet The Parents, which wasn't as good as I was expecting. Not too bad, or nothing, but not the absolute mind splattin' shit ever I anticipated. Actually I was only expecting "good." And that was our weekend. Oh so unbelievably exciting. What a hell of a way to live one's life.
**: as usual with the derby in person, The average expectation is to see 83 boobs (and about 20 dicks) around turn 3.
We had a birthday dinner at Pauline's Pizza
on Friday night. I got tanked but good, and that probably helped out with the enjoyment. It's such a long dinner, and could easily do without the fashion show segment, even though that was pretty cool. I requested the "meatzeroni", to which the waiter failed to respond. We ended up ordering some meat combo with Italian sausage and salami among other things and added double-baked ham, procuitto or however you spell it and PORK SHOULDER
. So much meat was piled on that beast that you had to eat it with a fork and knife. It turned out the restaurant did serve us the meatzeroni. It's definitely nutty and screwy and actually sort of charming in that completely escapist, "let's all deny the real world", 2000's San Francisco sort of way. While those ladies were getting spa treatments and buying expensive dresses and perfumes, my grandfather was busy trying to grow dirt in some backwoods corner of North Cackalackie. But I guess things weren't quite so depressing for rich, white, society dames from NYC. Also, I don't know tits about feminism, but I'm sure this pizza don't gibe with that a'tall. Still, some entertainment, and that was before taking over a bar called Sadie's Flying Elephant
, guzzling shots and beers all night, the Brah
throwing up after our first shot, and the afterparty at Phil's that I don't remember.
The next day the missus was somehow more hungover than me, even though I woke up in my clothes (white pants, white button up shirt, and burgandy dickie
[fake turtleneck]), shivering on top of the covers, and it was nicht good. Later I watched a few innings of Friday's mets
game, an alright game that would be awful if it weren't for Mike Cameron
amongst others. Cameron's
one hell of a player, and I can't figure out why we don't see more of him on the Baseball Tonight
. Watching the mets
reinforced something I've felt for a while now, that television shows that are self-contained and non-serial are kind of a waste of time. It's hard to get emotionally or intellectually invested in a show that hits the reset button every thirty or sixty minutes*. But after the game, and after avoiding a couple of deliriously hungover phone conversations with Big Brah
, I bought some nachos, made Mook
get out of bed at 5pm
and wathed Saturday's mets
game. I had attempted to take in some of the Derby
, but was completely beyond any concept of comprehension at that point in the day. But the return of Mike Cameron's
deft play was welcome, indeed, and the mets game was reliably excellent. After the match I stayed up 'til one watching the Wire
and listening to records; I refused to leave the house to watch a Who
I slept off my hangover the next day too. Again, we didn't do shit. We talked to our moms, ate some lunch, and then returned to the couch for some television. It was cold and rainy all weekend, so it's not like there was much else we could do. We caught a few more episodes of the Wire
(still the weakest of the Williams St
shows), and then Undertow
, which wasn't as good as I was expecting. Not too bad, or nothing, but not the absolute best shit ever I anticipated. Actually I was only expecting "good." And that was our weekend. Oh so unbelievably exciting. What a hell of a way to live one's life.
*: as usual with television, The Simpsons
is the exception that proves the rule.
We watched George Cukor
's The Women
on Friday night. I got tanked but good, and that probably helped out with the enjoyment. It's such a long film, and could easily do without the fashion show segment, even though that was pretty cool. Joan Crawford
is a frightening man-creature, Rosalind Russell
was pretty but about as over-the-top as an Eggland's Best ad, and Norma Shearer
was very convincing as the actress who only got work because she was schtupping Irving Thalberg
. It's definitely nutty and screwy and actually sort of charming in that completely escapist, "let's all deny the real world", 1930's Hollywood sort of way. While those ladies were getting spa treatments and buying expensive dresses and perfumes, my grandfather was busy trying to grow dirt in some backwoods corner of North Cackalackie. But I guess things weren't quite so depressing for rich, white, society dames from NYC. Also, I don't know tits about feminism, but I'm sure this flick don't gibe with that a'tall. Still, some entertainment, and that Paulette Goddard
certainly was a fox.
The next day the missus baked some bread, and it was good. Later we watched a few episodes of Monk
, an alright show that would be awful if it weren't for Tony Shalhoub
. Antonio's one hell of an actor, and I can't figure out why we don't see more of him on the big screen. Watching Monk
reinforced something I've felt for a while now, that television shows that are self-contained and non-serial are kind of a waste of time. It's hard to get emotionally or intellectually invested in a show that hits the reset button every thirty or sixty minutes*. But after Monk
, and after a couple of deliriously drunken phone conversations with Coke Breath
, we watched a pretty decent episode of Saturday Night Live
. I had been drinking vodka since before the Derby, and was completely beyond any concept of comprehension by then, so if I'm wrong, and if the show did suck, well, sorry. But the return of Fred Armisen
's deaf stand-up who tries to tell racist jokes through a black interpreter was welcome, indeed, and the Bear City
was reliably excellent. After the show I stayed up 'til four playing MVP Baseball 2005 and listening to records; I played this weekend's entire Atlanta - Houston four-game series in one sitting, going 3-1.
I slept off my hangover the next day. Again, we didn't do shit. We talked to our moms, ate some lunch, and then returned to the house for some television. It was cold and rainy all weekend, so it's not like there was much else we could do. We caught a few episodes of Harvey Birdman
(still the weakest of the Williams St
shows), the first two from season one of Northern Exposure
(I haven't seen this since high school - a damn good show), and then Meet the Fockers
, which wasn't as awful as I was expecting. Not too good, or nothing, but not the absolute shit-heap I anticipated. We also watched the two new Simpsons
, only one of which was worthwhile. And that was our weekend. Oh so unbelievably exciting. What a hell of a way to live one's life.
*: as usual with television, The Simpsons
is the exception that proves the rule.
COULD I BE HAPPY WITH SOMETHING/SOMEONE ELSE?
Here's a short/feeble review of the Gang Of Four I saw the other night. I had designs to write a review of it for this dang on blog, but I'm lazy and somewhat busy at work. Here's an e-mail I just sent to everyone's personal fave, Ice.i'm still not ready to talk about the gang of four show.
no... i was planning on writing a review of it on dark's blog but i think i'm slacking it away. it was sort of shocking. brah didn't like it, but everyone else thought it was great. the reason brah didn't like it was the singer is fucking insane. think michael stipe times ten mixed with some midnight oil and a little... Jim Carrey!? Yes. i think that describes it.
so that's why biggie couldn't handle it. but having said that, all but four songs were off of the first two albums... the played pretty much everything anyone wanted to hear, and some songs were fucking awesome as shit. 'Natural's Not In It', 'Return the Gift', 'At Home He's A Tourist', 'Anthrax', 'What We All Want'-- all these were awesome. Besides maybe a David Byrne show, I've never seen 1500 people going nuts like that at a show. On a lot of parts you couldn't hear the vocals because everyone was singing along.
The bass sound was awful, which was unfortunate because that's my favorite part of the band. The drums weren't quite as good as on the albums, but the dude looks like Frank Black now. The guitar and singing, however, were right on.
Really great show, but their stage presence was shocking to say the least even though I had already seen them on a bootleg video from the early 80's and knew the singer acted like a freak.
Brian Crews on the radio today
As a part of their senior citizen community outreach program, Duke's radio station WXDU
will be letting Old Man Crews run the board today, from 2 to 4 pm, est. One of us should keep the webcam running, so we can call an ambulance if Crews has a stroke.
So what's the over/under on us hearing some Tullycraft
Best Day Of The Year
= best day of the year.
Ok so my office is moving tomorrow so I had to post this today. SATURDAY - THE FUCKING KENTUCKY DERBY
, YALLZ! This is hands down the best day of the year in sports. I fully plan on parking my ass in my baby pool in front of the TV all afternoon (races start at Noon on ESPN) with the derby actually happening at 6:15ish Saturday night.
Take a look at these horses (my rough pics, shit changes by the hour):WILKO
- Besides one of the best names in years, this horse is a strong 20-1 horse. You wouldn't guess it to look at the odds, but the field is filled with a lot of fluff this year and Wilko is a strong finisher. Watch this three year old around the final turn, he will kick that shit in to high gear and make a run for the roses.Greeley's Galaxy
- 15:1 odds. Take that shit. This horse blew the rest of the competition away in the Illinois Derby back in April. Look for this horse's start. Its in the Number 9 slot so its going to be right up in the mix early. If he can make it out of the first turn unscathed - he will be in good shape.SOLID/SAFE PICK
: HIGH FLY
- Beautiful horse. 8-1 Odds in the 11 slot. Great workouts this week, horse is just looking flat out strong. Fast as the wind, strong as a fucking bull. GOOD LONGSHOT PICK
: SORT IT OUT
The number one horse. What I think is Bob Baffert's only entrant in this year's derby. While, yes the guy can kinda be a fucker, he knows how to train horses. 50-1 and definitely worth the $2 trifecta. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING???: Buzzards Bay
- 20th from the pole. 20-1 but dont get surprised if this little scamp comes up close to the front. He surprised everyone with a huge win at the Santa Anita Derby. Watch it.
NOW PLEASE EVERYONE, ENJOY THE DAY!!!!
E-ho not E-bay
This thing is impossible to find like 400 made, but damn it - too expensive.
I love ebay for the reason that you can pretty much find some really neat hard to find records, but it then makes me feel like shit cause I cant afford it.
Why must you taunt us Oshammy, Lord of the Marketplace
Beers, Burgers, Bloodshed...It's Gonna Be A Long Weekend
Some know this, some dont - and I should probably save this post for the end of the month, but fuck it. Our friend Chris Alender
wrote this low budget horror film when he was finishing up Florida St. film school and asked the France to write a song for it. A twisted tale about a mentally handicapped & also physically handicapped kid getting poked fun of - then killed, his brother coming back to take revenge, a camping trip in the woods, the best chorus of our lifetime, a joker, trees that have eyes, and righteous survivors.
We saw a very early version of the movie, and we submitted an extremely early version of MD for the thing. This version of MD was probably the worst thing we have done, but at the time was the best. A little over a year ago we gave Chris the new recorded version off of FA because he was revamping the movie now that he is bigtime in LA
. Now the movie has been picked up in Japan and the Philippines by some bigger movie companies I think - so you might be able to rent it in Blockbuster soon.
Go here to see the TRAILER
and the web page. I think you can even buy it on DVD there.
Oh yeah, our song is during the scene with the boobs.
Still to this day our greatest achievement as a band.
Please READ THIS! Mind Expansion.
Did anyone see the season finale of NASHVILLE STAR
Let me rephrase that, did anyone see the first 5 MINUTES of NASHVILLE STAR last night? God knows that was about as much as I could take before my fucking brain leaped outta my head. In a GOOD WAY! Seriously, I had to turn the shit off because it was just too good! Here is a recap of the first 5 minutes...
10 year old LeAnn Rimes opened the show and introduced the first musical act - BIG & RICH
and their MuzikMafia. This is the true meaning of a trainwreck/freakshow folks. If you dont know about em, they are the latest "pot stirrers" in Country music. You know the type...their image consultants made sure they wear the tattered jeans, CBGBs shirt, and Tom Cruise oakleys and sing about whiskey and shit. I didnt mean that to sound bad, swear. Well they have about a 14 person band including the following: A 75 year old fiddle player (B&R are both young), A midget on crutches who wears an orange jump suit and just dances
, a drummer who was wearing a RANCID shirt, someone who stands on stage and paints a picture as they play
, and last night nothing was better than their guest RAPPER
- Cowboy Troy.
Big and Rich start the song off and here comes comes Cowboy Troy RUNNING from backstage to right up front. Now here is where it gets fucked! They are playin' a good new country jam, nothing special until Troy starts his patented "HICKHOP". Ladies and gents, this 6' 5" monsterous "blackneck" (self proclaimed) is THE HOTTEST THING IN NASHVILLE RIGHT NOW. Go smoke on that for a while. It was absolutely awesome. The verses consisted of him doing this sort of country twinged quick rhyming and during the choruses he just did this funny side to side dance like he was in CLUB 112. The song was about a train coming down the tracks and that you needed to move.
Women going crazy, men going crazy, me going crazy. The song finished and I was sweating and whistling so I had to turn the TV off immediately. Who gives a fuck about who won the damn contest...WHAT CONTEST? THIS DUDE TROY IS THE NEW ELVIS.
Friday night I was supposed to hit up this thing
and a couple other ex-Athenians that I don't know very well. I had to bow out due to my wife's unexpected illness, which prevented her from going on her scheduled work-trip to Georgia. No problems, though, I just kicked back, watched some movies with the missus, played some MVP Baseball 2005, and got drunk on my own terms.
I've been working my way through the Ommegang
family of ales, and decided to take a crack at Hennepin this weekend. It was nice, slighter lighter than Ommegang, but not as Ommegang Witte. I'd rank it alongside Rare Vos, ahead of the Witte, but below Ommegang and my personal favorite, Three Philosophers.
I'll start drinking real Belgian ale once they cheapen up the price a bit.
If you're interested in learning more about these crazy mixed-up beers that'll get you, like, totally fucked up, go read Beer Advocate
content free movie reviews
The Yes Men
: goodSin City
: pretty good, but disappointingOcean's Twelve
: perfectly acceptablethat movie where Rosie O'Donnell was retarded
: five greatest minutes of television I've ever watchedThe In-Laws
(2003) [seen on a bus between Chichen Itza and Playa del Carmen]: not as bad as I expected, but not goodElektra
: cockspumeThe Incredibles
[for the second time, on a plane, without headphnes]: maybe the finest film at this decade's halfway point?
okay - May's upon us. So's an Extension update. Get over there
, if you care.