Found a new kind of muzak that I've been enjoying. To date I've only found two avowed proponents of it and they are both Norwegian or Netherlandish, or of various local locales. Woops, sorry, one's from Vienna. The style is something like beaty, jazzy improv. I guess you could consider Can in that arena, but Can had a very poppy element. Supersilent and Trapist are what one might call downtempo, not trying to take you anywhere you don't want to go, but giving you solace wherever your mind wanders. I'm going to get lynched here, but think later Talk Talk mixed with Thelonius Monk. Now you're getting there, and you even want to go.
I love talking dirty to myself.
http://www.last.fm/music/Trapist
http://www.last.fm/music/Supersilent
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Bilge Pumps R Us
Just had a yummy lunch: new carts on the cart block=edible Pad Kee Mao and not super greasy Vietnamese! Yay!
Hit golf balls for the first time in my adult life last night. Not too bad, not as easy as I wanted, but not too bad either. I'd like to do a good wholesome 9 holes, just to have the experience. I've heard that it's frustrating, batting the ball to the left, then the right, trying hard to get it in the hole. Well, I'm up for it, are you?
What's with "No worries"? I don't get it, people are always saying this to me, as if trying to project their worries onto me. I'm not fucking worried, what are you so damn worried about? We just had a worry-free interaction, so even bringing up worries makes me a little worried... about you!
The summer is toying with us here in Portland. Threatening to end, threatening to burn, and then just being straight up pleasant sometimes. This planet and its "weather".
Watched Control the other night, joy Division biopic in which the actors play their own instruments. It was okay- beautifully shot in B+W on what must have been some of the most expensive B+W film out there. Too bad the acting was a little off, especially the singing, and the story was not exactly true to what I've heard of the situation. Ian Curtis was more of a prick than they made him out to be and his mistress was not quite so nice to him. In fact it is purported that she would get disgusted with him and storm off when he would have seizures. Cold. Although, now that I think about it, I read that in the book written by Curtis's widow, so... who knows, not me.
And here's your cool visual for the day. Give this photographer a cookie!
Hit golf balls for the first time in my adult life last night. Not too bad, not as easy as I wanted, but not too bad either. I'd like to do a good wholesome 9 holes, just to have the experience. I've heard that it's frustrating, batting the ball to the left, then the right, trying hard to get it in the hole. Well, I'm up for it, are you?
What's with "No worries"? I don't get it, people are always saying this to me, as if trying to project their worries onto me. I'm not fucking worried, what are you so damn worried about? We just had a worry-free interaction, so even bringing up worries makes me a little worried... about you!
The summer is toying with us here in Portland. Threatening to end, threatening to burn, and then just being straight up pleasant sometimes. This planet and its "weather".
Watched Control the other night, joy Division biopic in which the actors play their own instruments. It was okay- beautifully shot in B+W on what must have been some of the most expensive B+W film out there. Too bad the acting was a little off, especially the singing, and the story was not exactly true to what I've heard of the situation. Ian Curtis was more of a prick than they made him out to be and his mistress was not quite so nice to him. In fact it is purported that she would get disgusted with him and storm off when he would have seizures. Cold. Although, now that I think about it, I read that in the book written by Curtis's widow, so... who knows, not me.
And here's your cool visual for the day. Give this photographer a cookie!
Monday, August 25, 2008
I Owe Myself A Good Talking To
Woo! Went out with Randy Eskelin last night, Miss Delta's one-year annivers. where they were having a shrimp boil. It's ostensibly Cajun food, and it came pretty close, but the servings! Waaaaay too small. I'm not complaining (too much) because the food was free, but... I was sitting at a table with five guys and we had to split one pan of shrimp while there was one fat dude sitting by himself across the room who got treated to a couple of pans. That was a little frustrating, as everyone at my table will attest.
It was fun to hang out with a bunch of cute gay boys. I of course was the black sheep, and the butt of many jokes, and rightly so. And I took last night to go back into the closet... the bisexual closet. Or, I guess I should say I demolished the closet. For the longest time I swore up and down that I was bi, but, I have to be honest, boys just don't do it for me. I'm a ladies' man, and not in that suave way, just in that obsessed way. They boys last night all comforted me as I swung the wrecking ball, and assured me it was quite alright to be a white hetero male (albeit a bit of a rarity), the important thing (to them!) was to keep an open mind and not be a gay-hater. True words, good to keep in mind.
Kept the drinks to a minimum, that was _really_ nice, I need to do that more often. This morning I'm still able to function, which is super-nice, something I could get used to.
Alright, you people want a picture and a link, huh? Okay.
I read a Nikolai Gogol story, The Coach, last night, as threatened. It was only 5 pages long, but I laughed quite heartily. It was a light little jaunt; the man is obsessed with moustaches, in the way that I am obsessed with women.
I met the guy who runs this website last night: The Beard Revue Looks like a funny read.
More pictures on their way! Must go pick up prints from the camera store today, hope everyone is doing well!
It was fun to hang out with a bunch of cute gay boys. I of course was the black sheep, and the butt of many jokes, and rightly so. And I took last night to go back into the closet... the bisexual closet. Or, I guess I should say I demolished the closet. For the longest time I swore up and down that I was bi, but, I have to be honest, boys just don't do it for me. I'm a ladies' man, and not in that suave way, just in that obsessed way. They boys last night all comforted me as I swung the wrecking ball, and assured me it was quite alright to be a white hetero male (albeit a bit of a rarity), the important thing (to them!) was to keep an open mind and not be a gay-hater. True words, good to keep in mind.
Kept the drinks to a minimum, that was _really_ nice, I need to do that more often. This morning I'm still able to function, which is super-nice, something I could get used to.
Alright, you people want a picture and a link, huh? Okay.
I read a Nikolai Gogol story, The Coach, last night, as threatened. It was only 5 pages long, but I laughed quite heartily. It was a light little jaunt; the man is obsessed with moustaches, in the way that I am obsessed with women.I met the guy who runs this website last night: The Beard Revue Looks like a funny read.
More pictures on their way! Must go pick up prints from the camera store today, hope everyone is doing well!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
MalStruck
Struck by some kind of melancholy after a few days of happiness. It's tough, as you all well know. I hate how people don't like to talk about how hard it is to live- people are afraid to stare into the darkness and talk it through, they think it makes them weak maybe. But I get even sadder at the thought of not being able to converse about it. And therapists? Please. Seems like mental prostitution. Not that I'm against prostitution, just that I don't practice it.
The end of summer rains have settled in and I think my entire being is in shock at the thought of the summer being over. We still have hot days peppered in here and there, but there's been some grey grey skies lately. I've come to realize that my favorite days are fluffy clouds, blue skies, mid to low 70's, low humidity. Those are the days where I can just laze about and enjoy the world to its fullest and not feel like there's things to get done. Around here, those days are about 30 per year. The worst is when I work on those days- I can watch them drifting by through the windows.
What the hell has been going on in my life? I'm getting revved up for school in a few weeks, trying to splash through all of my math classes and get on to the heady stuff. Dusting off the old calculus skills, kind of excited about a statistical analysis class (I know, I'm a nerd). Been reading almost nothing but engineering books, books on science and math, Buckminster Fuller, quantum mechanics books. What the hell is going on with me? It's pretty crazy. I can feel Calvino, Borges, Mann, Gogol, Dostoeveky, etc. all peering at me from the genius table, shaking their heads and mumbling about losing a promising son. In fact, I think I'll dust off my Gogol books and chomp into them a bit for a goddamned laugh. The man was insanely genius and I highly recommend him to everyone. The Coat and The Nose are two obvious beginning spots, but check out Dead Souls for a hell of a ride. Funny and dark in ways you've never imagined. I also have a book of his horror stories- they give me goosebumps and they are out of this world! And this guy died in 1852! He was far far ahead of his time.
Wow, even just thinking about wonderful stories has lifted my spirits. Maybe I should get the hell off the radiation box and go read a great book... bye!
The end of summer rains have settled in and I think my entire being is in shock at the thought of the summer being over. We still have hot days peppered in here and there, but there's been some grey grey skies lately. I've come to realize that my favorite days are fluffy clouds, blue skies, mid to low 70's, low humidity. Those are the days where I can just laze about and enjoy the world to its fullest and not feel like there's things to get done. Around here, those days are about 30 per year. The worst is when I work on those days- I can watch them drifting by through the windows.
What the hell has been going on in my life? I'm getting revved up for school in a few weeks, trying to splash through all of my math classes and get on to the heady stuff. Dusting off the old calculus skills, kind of excited about a statistical analysis class (I know, I'm a nerd). Been reading almost nothing but engineering books, books on science and math, Buckminster Fuller, quantum mechanics books. What the hell is going on with me? It's pretty crazy. I can feel Calvino, Borges, Mann, Gogol, Dostoeveky, etc. all peering at me from the genius table, shaking their heads and mumbling about losing a promising son. In fact, I think I'll dust off my Gogol books and chomp into them a bit for a goddamned laugh. The man was insanely genius and I highly recommend him to everyone. The Coat and The Nose are two obvious beginning spots, but check out Dead Souls for a hell of a ride. Funny and dark in ways you've never imagined. I also have a book of his horror stories- they give me goosebumps and they are out of this world! And this guy died in 1852! He was far far ahead of his time.
Wow, even just thinking about wonderful stories has lifted my spirits. Maybe I should get the hell off the radiation box and go read a great book... bye!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Something's Odd...
Something is odd, with humans, that is. Have you ever noticed how we can be oblivious to the biggest problems and focus incessantly on the little ones? It's very confusing to me, and realizing it about myself doesn't make things any clearer. What's the solution? Is there just one, or is it a multitude of solutions? I know this is vague talk, but I have a feeling that everyone reading this knows what I mean. There's something wrong with us, something fundamentally out of balance... it's unnerving and I wish I could say I had faith that we will tighten up the bolts before it's too late. Whatever the hell that means.
Here's one of my favorite new photographs-
For those of you who don't know the subjects, the one on the left is Odile, my 3 year old daughter, and the little prince on the right is my recently wedded, bestest friend in the world, Ryan Leblanc. This was the morning after the wedding at a brunch on Market Street in San Francisco. This picture is just a wonderfully perfect capture of these two at their finest. Odile constantly talks about Ryan and Ryan is constantly chattering to me about Odile. This photo encapsulates all that banter for me in one happy moment when these two were taking the time to enjoy each other. Pretty cool.
Had one of those magical kind of days yesterday where everything is pleasant, no bad news calls, body felt wonderful, got things done, relaxed, felt really at ease with myself. Then I watched Blade (yes, the one with Wesley Snipes). Weird end to an otherwise perfect day.
Here's one of my favorite new photographs-
For those of you who don't know the subjects, the one on the left is Odile, my 3 year old daughter, and the little prince on the right is my recently wedded, bestest friend in the world, Ryan Leblanc. This was the morning after the wedding at a brunch on Market Street in San Francisco. This picture is just a wonderfully perfect capture of these two at their finest. Odile constantly talks about Ryan and Ryan is constantly chattering to me about Odile. This photo encapsulates all that banter for me in one happy moment when these two were taking the time to enjoy each other. Pretty cool.
Had one of those magical kind of days yesterday where everything is pleasant, no bad news calls, body felt wonderful, got things done, relaxed, felt really at ease with myself. Then I watched Blade (yes, the one with Wesley Snipes). Weird end to an otherwise perfect day.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Things We Made Up On Our Trip To Keep Us From Going Insane
Overheard on Christian Radio: "In today's religious news, Man Injured by Holy Spirit." I changed the channel instantly, because really, do you need to know more than that? We laughed for approx. 8.24 minutes.
Idea for a bumper sticker: "Crosses don't kill people, the Jews do." Don't get mad at me for that, I'm just making a point.
There are these obnoxious signs in California that say "Speed Enforced by Aircraft". I thought a much more effective sign would say "Speed Enforced by Guilt". Agree? Disagree? Indifferent? Didn't even read this? Great.
Idea for a bumper sticker: "Crosses don't kill people, the Jews do." Don't get mad at me for that, I'm just making a point.
There are these obnoxious signs in California that say "Speed Enforced by Aircraft". I thought a much more effective sign would say "Speed Enforced by Guilt". Agree? Disagree? Indifferent? Didn't even read this? Great.
FUN TIP: around the house
fun tip #1: whenever anything happens in your house that you don't approve of (your wedding dress gets washed with the diapers, wasps swarm around your meat cake, your partner and children perform a crystal meth intervention on your ass, etc.) all you have to do is pop up, stick your chest out and yell "GUARDS!!!" Try it in different voices.
The Girls and Boy are Back
Back from California- wonderful trip, if you excise the driving. SF, fun as usual, a little tough with the girls, since it's not the most kid friendly city in the world, but we made do. Went to the Yerba Buena Gardens, super kid fun zone. Also went to the Exploratorium and everyone's minds were blown. We could have spent all day there, but we had to rush off to naps and Ryan's wedding.
When we first got to town we went to our little "cottage", located in the Castro. It's run by this guy Dennis Peron who is a big medical marijuana activist, was apparently buddies with Harvey Milk (although Ryan thinks all the pics of them together is simple photoshoppery). The cottage we stayed in was a weird cavernous love shack with little natural light, and right outside the cave was a black light garden. The place was insane, a SF townhouse with 9 separate sleeping quarters, all stacked on top of a grow operation. We kept a good eye on the girls. That's kinda how all of SF went, really.
Got together with my cousin Alexis who is super-awesome and who I only get to see every 4 years apparently. We had lunch in North Beach then went over to City Lights. I hung out in the alley next to city lights with the stroller and bags and took pictures of the people through glinting windows. There's a bar next to City Lights that has this written across the top of the entrance: "I've been itching to get away from... PORTLAND, OREGON!" That gave me a good chuckle.
The thing about the alley next to city lights is that there were no cars allowed, it was paved with cobblestone and had murals and sunlight all over the place. I could have stayed there all day, soaking in the sun, listening to the people talk, not worrying about getting run over... it was one of my favorite places in SF so far.
The wedding was great, Ryan and Carrie looked very happy and Ryan choked up when he was speaking his thoughts about Carrie. It almost made me cry, it was so damn cute. All of their friends were wonderful and happy- it went off without a hitch and everyone had a great time, including the children, who danced to klezmer music and ate yummy Bi-Rite cake all night. Satie eventually couldn't hack it anymore and opted to pass out in a chair in the middle of the ballroom. Everyone that walked past would peek over and smile at her sleeping little figure scrunched up in a ball.
We took off Sunday, headed over the Golden Gate and drove up to Eureka to stay with Marcy Bruce, super-wonderful persona grata. Eureka was fun, the houses were beautiful in old town where we hung out and this horrific old house scared the pants off of me one night on the boardwalk.
I shot a bunch of film, so much, in fact, that I was glad to run out of film. Then, we hit the Redwoods! Dang. I missed about 20 wonderful shots when we stopped by Gold Beach. We found a little indenture for the girls to play in (we stopped at a windsurfer hang out- not a great idea for hanging out because... SURPRISE! that's where it's really windy!) but the girls were playing and in the background was this humoungous outcropping covered in velvety foliage that was whipping in the wind. It was a wonderful shot that I'm just going to have to store away in my mind.
Anyway, after another fucking 8 hours of driving we finally got back to our wonderful home that was still standing. The plants all seemed to like us being gone because when we got back the plants were thriving everywhere! Maybe I need to water them a little less.
Off into the world, be nice to yourselves and here's a little something to chew on, I know you guys need visual victuals:
More Pictures to come once the film is developed.
When we first got to town we went to our little "cottage", located in the Castro. It's run by this guy Dennis Peron who is a big medical marijuana activist, was apparently buddies with Harvey Milk (although Ryan thinks all the pics of them together is simple photoshoppery). The cottage we stayed in was a weird cavernous love shack with little natural light, and right outside the cave was a black light garden. The place was insane, a SF townhouse with 9 separate sleeping quarters, all stacked on top of a grow operation. We kept a good eye on the girls. That's kinda how all of SF went, really.
Got together with my cousin Alexis who is super-awesome and who I only get to see every 4 years apparently. We had lunch in North Beach then went over to City Lights. I hung out in the alley next to city lights with the stroller and bags and took pictures of the people through glinting windows. There's a bar next to City Lights that has this written across the top of the entrance: "I've been itching to get away from... PORTLAND, OREGON!" That gave me a good chuckle.
The thing about the alley next to city lights is that there were no cars allowed, it was paved with cobblestone and had murals and sunlight all over the place. I could have stayed there all day, soaking in the sun, listening to the people talk, not worrying about getting run over... it was one of my favorite places in SF so far.
The wedding was great, Ryan and Carrie looked very happy and Ryan choked up when he was speaking his thoughts about Carrie. It almost made me cry, it was so damn cute. All of their friends were wonderful and happy- it went off without a hitch and everyone had a great time, including the children, who danced to klezmer music and ate yummy Bi-Rite cake all night. Satie eventually couldn't hack it anymore and opted to pass out in a chair in the middle of the ballroom. Everyone that walked past would peek over and smile at her sleeping little figure scrunched up in a ball.
We took off Sunday, headed over the Golden Gate and drove up to Eureka to stay with Marcy Bruce, super-wonderful persona grata. Eureka was fun, the houses were beautiful in old town where we hung out and this horrific old house scared the pants off of me one night on the boardwalk.
I shot a bunch of film, so much, in fact, that I was glad to run out of film. Then, we hit the Redwoods! Dang. I missed about 20 wonderful shots when we stopped by Gold Beach. We found a little indenture for the girls to play in (we stopped at a windsurfer hang out- not a great idea for hanging out because... SURPRISE! that's where it's really windy!) but the girls were playing and in the background was this humoungous outcropping covered in velvety foliage that was whipping in the wind. It was a wonderful shot that I'm just going to have to store away in my mind.
Anyway, after another fucking 8 hours of driving we finally got back to our wonderful home that was still standing. The plants all seemed to like us being gone because when we got back the plants were thriving everywhere! Maybe I need to water them a little less.
Off into the world, be nice to yourselves and here's a little something to chew on, I know you guys need visual victuals:
More Pictures to come once the film is developed.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Life Updates
#1- Bought SimCity4
#2- Going to San Fran Thursday for Ryan Leblanc's (yes, that Ryan Leblanc) wedding.
#3- Bought a new sink
#4- Bought a fig tree and a eucalyptus
#5- Got caps for the sewage drains, now we can get reimbursed for disconnecting downspouts and no charges for stormwater management- cheapo
#6- back and neck killing, but got some oxycodone from a friend, very helpy, can actually sleep now!
#7- listening to Volcano the Bear, not that good. Grizzly Bear on the other hand I highly recommend, as well as Brightblack Morning Light
#8- Girls like Kombucha... a lot, which is great because it is very good for you.
#9- Building fences
#10- Got soaker hose for garden, happy food.
#11- I've come to realize that we are a household of compulsive readers. We have about 30 books strewn all over every surface of the house
#12- Battlestar Galactica is fun (and I'm NOT a nerd)
#13- Need to find a new good job
#14- Drugs.
#2- Going to San Fran Thursday for Ryan Leblanc's (yes, that Ryan Leblanc) wedding.
#3- Bought a new sink
#4- Bought a fig tree and a eucalyptus
#5- Got caps for the sewage drains, now we can get reimbursed for disconnecting downspouts and no charges for stormwater management- cheapo
#6- back and neck killing, but got some oxycodone from a friend, very helpy, can actually sleep now!
#7- listening to Volcano the Bear, not that good. Grizzly Bear on the other hand I highly recommend, as well as Brightblack Morning Light
#8- Girls like Kombucha... a lot, which is great because it is very good for you.
#9- Building fences
#10- Got soaker hose for garden, happy food.
#11- I've come to realize that we are a household of compulsive readers. We have about 30 books strewn all over every surface of the house
#12- Battlestar Galactica is fun (and I'm NOT a nerd)
#13- Need to find a new good job
#14- Drugs.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Super Special Music Rant Episode
John Cale, Paris 1919
John Cale, what the hell are you doing? Wow, I really don't like this "acclaimed" rock album. It was touted as one of the best albums of the 20th century by Wire magazine, so I picked it up about 10 years ago. It recently found its way back to me... woof, it is a stinker! I love Cale for the most part, the best VU was with him and Nico and Nick Drake sure got hands up from him, but man! Come on, listen to the album before you put it out.
Tribute to Joni Mitchell
Well, you're all talented musicians (kd lang, Sufjan Stevens, Prince, Elvis Costello, Annie Lennox, Bjork), but you know what? Joni is out of your reach! Of all these covers, only one comes close to rivalling the original: Caetano Veloso doing Dreamland. But then again, everything Caetano touches turns to musical gold. The guy has the spirit of a million Sufjan Stevenses and such alien humor and musical talent. I'm always intrigued by his songs. Does anyone know how I can link to songs so people can hear what I'm talking about?
Daydream Nation (Sonic Youth): this album is pretty rocking and if you haven't heard it yet you should check it out a little bit. I'm not the biggest Sonic Youth fan around, but every so often they hit the nail nice and hard and correctly. This album is full of those hammer hits. Special props go to Teenage Riot, Eric's Trip and Hey Joni. Listening to Hey Joni right now and... yes. "Hey Joni, put it all behind you... Hey Joni, now put it all behind me too... these times can't add up, your life's such a mess... tune out the pasts and just say yes." cue harmonic guitars. Love it. "Tell me Joni, am I the one to see you through, in this broken town can you still jack in, and know what to do? I remember our youth, our high ideals, I remember you were so uptight, that time in the trees, we broke that vice, we took some steps and now we can't think twice." I'm sorry but that shit is good.
some bad Guided by Voices album: Isolation Drills. These guys are constantly bumming me out with their half-baked music. Every now and then there's a gem, like that "I am a scientist" song.
a weird Donovan "greatest hits" thing that's pretty miss. What kind of a Donovan greatest hits album doesn't have Mellow Yellow and Hurdy Gurdy Man? Or Season of the Witch? I'm confused.
Free (Negativland) good for a few chuckles, these guys make dissent sound fun. It's not on this album, but I can't get their bastardizing of the My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music out of my head: "Wild, wild white girls that melt into nose cream", "ponies in dresses and warm, warm doorbells", "when the bee stings, I simply remember my dog bites and I feel sooo sooo baaaaaaaad"
laugh buttons
Zombies Greatest Hits (I love these guys for some reason!), Neu 75, Prefuse 73, Blood on the Tracks, On Fire (Galaxy 500), It's Very Stimulating (Paul Barman, funny ass shit, music by Handsome Boy Modeling School, ie: good), Mobius Beard by Copy (not nearly as good as the previous album, which has been in constant rotation at our house), Nassau (Sea and Cake, wonderful album, will play until I die), My Life in the Bush of Ghosts (about as close to perfect as an album can get, in my mind), Charm of the Highway Strip (Magnetic Fields, one of the Mag Field albums that I can listen to over and over again, brilliant), Tweez by Slint and a live Iggy and the Stooges bootleg called Open up and Bleed.
Can anyone top this list for eclecticism? Methinks not.
Pic for the day:
My buddy Hot Dog doing a funky ollie
John Cale, what the hell are you doing? Wow, I really don't like this "acclaimed" rock album. It was touted as one of the best albums of the 20th century by Wire magazine, so I picked it up about 10 years ago. It recently found its way back to me... woof, it is a stinker! I love Cale for the most part, the best VU was with him and Nico and Nick Drake sure got hands up from him, but man! Come on, listen to the album before you put it out.
Tribute to Joni Mitchell
Well, you're all talented musicians (kd lang, Sufjan Stevens, Prince, Elvis Costello, Annie Lennox, Bjork), but you know what? Joni is out of your reach! Of all these covers, only one comes close to rivalling the original: Caetano Veloso doing Dreamland. But then again, everything Caetano touches turns to musical gold. The guy has the spirit of a million Sufjan Stevenses and such alien humor and musical talent. I'm always intrigued by his songs. Does anyone know how I can link to songs so people can hear what I'm talking about?
Daydream Nation (Sonic Youth): this album is pretty rocking and if you haven't heard it yet you should check it out a little bit. I'm not the biggest Sonic Youth fan around, but every so often they hit the nail nice and hard and correctly. This album is full of those hammer hits. Special props go to Teenage Riot, Eric's Trip and Hey Joni. Listening to Hey Joni right now and... yes. "Hey Joni, put it all behind you... Hey Joni, now put it all behind me too... these times can't add up, your life's such a mess... tune out the pasts and just say yes." cue harmonic guitars. Love it. "Tell me Joni, am I the one to see you through, in this broken town can you still jack in, and know what to do? I remember our youth, our high ideals, I remember you were so uptight, that time in the trees, we broke that vice, we took some steps and now we can't think twice." I'm sorry but that shit is good.
some bad Guided by Voices album: Isolation Drills. These guys are constantly bumming me out with their half-baked music. Every now and then there's a gem, like that "I am a scientist" song.
a weird Donovan "greatest hits" thing that's pretty miss. What kind of a Donovan greatest hits album doesn't have Mellow Yellow and Hurdy Gurdy Man? Or Season of the Witch? I'm confused.
Free (Negativland) good for a few chuckles, these guys make dissent sound fun. It's not on this album, but I can't get their bastardizing of the My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music out of my head: "Wild, wild white girls that melt into nose cream", "ponies in dresses and warm, warm doorbells", "when the bee stings, I simply remember my dog bites and I feel sooo sooo baaaaaaaad"
laugh buttons
Zombies Greatest Hits (I love these guys for some reason!), Neu 75, Prefuse 73, Blood on the Tracks, On Fire (Galaxy 500), It's Very Stimulating (Paul Barman, funny ass shit, music by Handsome Boy Modeling School, ie: good), Mobius Beard by Copy (not nearly as good as the previous album, which has been in constant rotation at our house), Nassau (Sea and Cake, wonderful album, will play until I die), My Life in the Bush of Ghosts (about as close to perfect as an album can get, in my mind), Charm of the Highway Strip (Magnetic Fields, one of the Mag Field albums that I can listen to over and over again, brilliant), Tweez by Slint and a live Iggy and the Stooges bootleg called Open up and Bleed.
Can anyone top this list for eclecticism? Methinks not.
Pic for the day:
My buddy Hot Dog doing a funky ollie
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