11.30.2006

electronictronictronic... and so much less.

pay no mind... we'll get back to.... whatever soon enough...

i really listen to much more band of horses and joanna newsom to back stuff like this up... but.....

!

this is the re-mix version of teddybears' paolo doing 'yours to keep'... it sucks. video sucks too. not sure why i even put it on here.



this is royksopp. that's about it.



this is justice. it was cool in europe last summer... or so i hear... and yeah... the video is genius.



this is electrelane. throw rocks at the moon. doesn't necessarily fit with everything else... so... get fucked.



and now i've a drunk a lot of wine and need a nap.

that's all.

11.26.2006

yeah... it's that creepy...

Rock Chalk Jayhawk... It's coming...



God I miss Kansas...

11.20.2006

unfettered creativity is one of the most powerful manifestations of subversion possible, for it offers us all the taste of freedom.



first time i saw this video was in an iowa motel room circa '99? i served a burrito to Dennis Lyxzén at my current place of employment... yes he's vegan... yes he was in refused... yes he was voted sexiest man in all of sweden... if his 'lost patrol' band goes dance before it's too late, the world is in danger. fuck anyone who says straight performance videos suck.

11.14.2006

found!

feast.



band's called the sun... song's kind of crap... don't know how i confused it with spoon. i suck.

exclusive non-stop hits

i'm looking for a video that i swear is for spoon's "i turn my camera on" with no success... until i find it...



your dicks are afraid of ozone.

11.11.2006

spectacular spectacles...

not really...

this shit still makes me smile though... just watched it three times...

and yeah... there's a hot dog in it.



bored...

look at this one too...



that's it.

11.06.2006

post script

the locust...





still sucks. bad.

this is not about 9/11...

i lied. it kind of is... kind of.

it's late and i'm tired...

i re-read this noticing a few things that i'm kind of vague about, but i still think it serves it's purpose.

first: vote. i don't care what you think about activism or where you're allegiances lay or whether you have faith in the system or not or whatever... fucking vote. it's the first and easiest step towards activating change and only lazy, distracted retards will try to muster an excuse as to why they didn't. really it's easy. get a copy of what's on the ballot, look up where you're registered (if you're not - find out how) and find the closest polling location. find a computer with internet access to do the latter. if you can't find one then i don't want you voting anyway. also, research the candidates, referendums, amendments, etc. know what you're doing.

second: with elections coming up and the attack ads dominating the space between jeopardy and double jeopardy (usually reserved for ads pertaining to the 60+ demographic), people finally seem comfortable talking about all things political, which has steered more than one conversation from the current administration, to iraq, to terrorism and eventually back to 9/11 conspiracy stuff. i hate the word conspiracy, because it is so easily connotated to words like "wackjob", but i've come to terms with the fact that if half of what i read these days is really true, then yes, a "secret, deceptive event or plot by a covert alliance of powerful people or organizations (rather than as an overt activity or as natural occurrence)" has occurred... so conspiracy is pretty a propos. still, doing anything with this information or 'theory' seems like an intensely uphill battle anyway you look at it, and in the end you begin to wonder how feasible it might be to actually seek judgment for those responsible. how long would it take? what kind of resources would have to be invested (and ultimately lost) in order to secure such an outcome? how much? what would the fallout be? one of the more troubling things i find in all of the 9/11 'truth' projects is the lack of an agenda, much less a goal, which gives way to confusion as to why such an ugly plot was unearthed in the first place. i still believe in it in a sense, but i'm much more concerned with progress, real actual progress, rather than spending the next five or so years debating the outlying, almost certainly negligible details. truth be told, these particulars are continuously debated when so many larger questions remain unanswered that i wonder whose spearheading half of these projects, be it film, print or other on-line media. BUT! don't lose hope... please keep a roving eye out for any developments regarding 9/11 stuff, as i am only saying that i've come to broaden my scope of the whole issue... and i'm beginning to believe that (as with any independent investigation) the road ahead is a long one. bottom line, keep talking about it... which brings me to the next point... and the whole point of this diatribe...

third: what if we could start redirecting attention, or (better yet) take a similar issue (one that already has popular support and vested interest) and start ballasting a new venture that had a higher probability of success? in a nutshell, i'm talking about iraq... but more in a present tense as opposed to concerns of the past (i.e. lies/doubts concerning why we went in the first place). the focus i'm talking about is one of how the war is blatantly mishandled with american tax dollars that end up benefitting private industry/corporations. i raise an eyebrow regarding this variation on an old topic because it seems to be striking a chord with more people than i thought... and it's also much easier to prove and/or vindicate. as with most worthwhile investigations, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel when the lesser details can be exempted from the obvious... and eventually you can follow the money trail wherever it leads. of course, i was prompted to mention this specifically because of a film (and a book... more on that in a second) you should straight up buy and make copies for your friends and your friends' friends. long story short, this seems like the best step, if not the most preferred, towards judgement regarding our current administration and various debacles over the past six (although in all likelihood, more than that) years. this has gotten long so... look at the trailer below, go the website here for more information. also google 'brave new films' if you're bored.







fourth: this one's short. i don't believe in god. i'm beginning to find out that i walk a fine line between agnosticism and atheism anymore. what makes me happy is knowing that the book below is on some kind of reputable best-seller's list... and it's the kind that books like this rarely end up on. the one teacher in high-school who told my parents i shouldn't go to college loved this guy, so i wrote him off for a long time. i spent a lot of time looking into his past works and will buy his newest book tomorrow. cnn article here and easy-way-out wikipedia stuff here.







and that's that.

10.14.2006

alcoholism.



the amazing alcohol timeline for Dr. Scott Longman MD, Friday the 13th of October, the year of our lord 2006.

#1. ) St. Pauli Girl - Apartment
#2. ) Coors Light - Walnut Foundry
#3. ) Coors Light - Walnut Foundry
#4. ) Bud Light - Walnut Foundry
#5. ) Corona - Walnut Foundry
#6. ) Coors Light - Walnut Foundry
#7. ) Double Redbull Vodka - the Harding Estate
#8. ) Half of an awful microbrew - Blake Street Tavern (the old/current flying dog brewery... it's complicated)
#9. ) Redbull Vodka - the Celtic
#10. ) Shot of something - the Celtic
#11. ) Double Jameson Rocks - the Lure
#12. ) Shot of something - the Lure
#13. ) Double Vodka Soda - Tryst
#14. ) Budweiser - Front Porch
#15. ) Shot of foreign whiskey (awful) - Front Porch
#16. ) Bud Light - Tryst
#17. ) Amstel Light - Tryst

Yep.

Going to be a long weekend.

10.12.2006

powerful and compact; fits in the back of a van.

i lied. this is the greatest thing ever.



song is by 'Italy's greatest DJ', Benny Benassi. If you're into that sort of thing.

someday i'll do something other than redirect you to youtube.

but not today.

10.09.2006

hotwax.

in case you live in a cave, this is the greatest thing ever.



really. it is.

ladies, i don't care who you are... when you're fucking your boyfriend, this is what he's thinking about.

eric prydz.

10.07.2006

stolen goods.

matty informed me this is up on the inter-web.

other than beckham, this is what i aspire to.



soooooo...

here's something to think about...

say your band plays shows that look like this...



or maybe makes videos like this...



...

point being?

performance vs. medium/media I guess...

all i'm saying is if i saw antioch arrow live, i would never have listened to their record, but having heard what i've heard... you get the idea.

and then with kill me tomorrow...

that video (in my head anyway) represents what they do live in no way shape or form...

so there's several arguments as to how live performance should relate to material on record or extensions of a band (art, merch, videos, interviews, airplay agereements, photography, puppets etc.) ... but i think there's something to be said about how a person discovers any artist or branch of music these days given the number of oportunities available. it's easier to make yourself more accessible if you choose, but i'm beginning to understand why there's such a varied fanbase for any variety of bands anymore... which also halfway explains the crossed-arms-eye-glaring from across the aisle at so many shows over the years.

so yeah, maybe i didn't catch these guys when you did back in charlotte of '96 when they played your cousin fred's leaky basement apartment... but i'm into them now.

and things are probably better that way.

* * *

and now back to laundry.

listen to camera obscura. don't listen to hefner.

buy the newest of: rapture, method man, decemberists, mewithoutyou.

sell your soul... and gym class heroes. shit sucks.

+S

10.04.2006

things are only going to get worse before they get better...

that aside...

this is going to be more of a lesson.

'head rule for audiences of rock #1:

1) Don't sing if you aren't one of the dudes on stage getting paid to do it. Nobody paid their hard-earned money to hear your dorky, untalented ass sing. We came to hear the dudes on stage sing. Paying 40 bucks to go see Tool, but instead of hearing Maynard, you get the dorkus malorkus with mad zits standing next to you singing "Sober" really loudly and out of key in your ear is enough to murder mother fuckers for.

and so we have rocky doing everyone's favorite below... which starts out all right... until... wait for it...



hurting. kind of ruined it for me buddy... still, the room he's in in that video reminds me of this church basement which was ultimately the first place i ever played in front of strangers... first band of sorts... the gadertian invasion or something... can't remember what we played... but it was bad and everybody snuck outside for weed and some heavy petting... and who isn't still up for that?

anyway... here's a less annoying version of the same song.



salud.

8.20.2006

i demand satisfaction...








i could spend all day on cobrasnake.

as if i don't already.

every bit of fun time you ever missed and will never be a part of again...

"you would want to be a part of this? whatever this is?"


"well not THAT specifically, just something like it..."


"..."

"fuck, all i'm saying is i need to get out more."

"..."

"..."

in a sense i share that bit of rensentment toward every aspect of hipster/scenester/fuckwhatever (sub?)culture, espcecially fashion, but in the end these kids are having fun and i think the saddest part about CS is how mark turns you into some kind of voyeuristic zombie for all things exciting and easy on the eyes (apparently).

or maybe i just like photography (and design in general) and wish i could go back six years and start all over again.

i digress...

plus you fall in love ten times over, and then realize that you're about as much of a backwards alcoholic as the rest of them... or maybe you think you should be doing more with your life... at least... enjoying yourself more...

so yeah i'm in. take me to the xanax annex.

oh... and uh... this 'blog' (fukkinhatethatword) still pertains to music.

listen to: the magnetic fields, giraffes, kinks, jam and MOST of all, the blood brothers new stuff.

because i am.

pick up planes mistaken for stars... 'mercy' or anything by the new pornographers

because i did.

i'm not posting links. you have a computer and i assume if you made it this far you can read.

make it happen.

i'll have a big fucking list of shit coming soon. whether that excites you or not.

7.10.2006

heat wave party fever...



so i spent tonight/this morning trying to justify why i have this site, so i posted a bunch of stuff and there's updates and ok whatever...

soon we'll do a new version of what you'll find below with other stuff i've been listening to... hopefully mp3's will be included too... but i make no promises.

this is no longer stale, but represents only a fraction of truth and upwards of a thousand lies.

salud.

speaking of the duke spirit...

i'm really into kind of boring music and bands... longwave, the stills, autolux, etc...

i'm even a closet fan of the strokes... so whatever... saw the snow patrol/augustana show with these brits and i like it.. a lot...

in looking into their catalogue, they have 21 various EPs and singles and shit which have some album songs and sometimes not and it's all real annoying. if you're a fan of radiohead and have ever thought about buying their rarities or b-sides on-line you know what i'm talking about. has to be a british thing. has to be.

anyway, this is rad and you should rub your dick to stuff like this.



i like the snow patrol record too. these are bands that tour the world, have their shit stolen all the time and still manage to jockey around on a bus without worrying about stuff like 'bills' or 'gravity'.

under the monolith... under the monolith...

one of my more favorite videos... just so you know...



kids have been out there doing it for years. since '98 or whatever... well before it was safe and accessible.

let's hope homeboy still has his photography up from back then...

and... he does!

feast.






all of this comes from 'scott's' site at www.fendforyourself.com which i idolized in high school. site's down, but photography's still up. check it out, check it out.

old music and old things said about it...

(reprinted/modified from myspace trash... whatever)

- yes new york, (compilation - vice) -



the strokes, the walkmen, interpol, secret machines, etc... but there's some ted leo, rapture and longwave as well... like a family picnic. something for everyone.


- the thrills/the kills -



i can't remember if these two bands sound any different from the other.


- gang gang dance -



so this is a side project band? homeboy's in a different DC band called cranium? isn't that a board game? who sings that song "EVERYBODY ROCK! EVERYBODY ROCK! EVERYBODY ROCK AND DO THE CINDER BLOCK!"? (at this point, you make a rectangle shape with your hands and arms, kind of folded across your chest.) Gang bang dance should take notes. That shit owns.


- queens of the stone age -



not as good as songs for the deaf. still, dave grohl is still blowing it.


- fischerspooner -



odyssey was a fun, fun album. these guys hand out free erections.


- the raveonettes -



this really, really, REALLY bums you out.

just because there's a woman who looks like this:


doesn't mean anything...

because debbie harry still looks like this:



- hot snakes -



takes some getting used to. once you get it though, you'll want to open mouth kiss people you've never met.

like this...




- bloc party -



i like their music. so does everyone else. better than most trash the states has to offer.


- joy division -



i bought 'closer' and wish i bought 'unknown pleasures'. oh well yeah.


- panthers -



hot rock. fun for everyone. as necessary as a punch in the face.


- kings of leon -



a bunch of guys that wish they were forty, divorced and playing in a southern rock band- but instead they're about twenty-five, playing rock shows with bands like the secret machines. the 'new pretenders'? get fucked.

people who are into kaiser chiefs and hot lunches are drooling over this shit. gaylords.


- aqualung -



weak.


- the streets -



so what the fuck is this kid doing? "Vivid and hilarious?" no. it's not. the best parts occur when he stops talking. so... not often. "well... which album do you have?" haven't heard the newest one. doesn't matter. not happening. not saying he isn't clever... and we'll leave it at that.


- vietNam -



kinda aggro. kinda average too.


- diamond nights -



don't put dudes in football helmets on your album sleeve. that's the new rule.

put chicks licking baseball bats on your album and name it 'types of wood'.

seriously.



too bad whirlwind heat kind of sucks too.


- kasabian -



promotional copy my ass. nobody i know likes this stuff.


- white stripes -



jack white is tripping balls. i'm in.


- kill me tomorrow -



these guys (and gal) are also tripping balls. like the future before it happens. time travel. in other words, i like what's going on here. garbageman and the prostitute novel out NOW! read the description. sounds like a subplot to eraserhead.


- the stills -



the strokes wish they wrote songs like this. the strokes wish they got gash like this. the strokes wish they sounded as strung out as this. this is not a strokes record. easily one of the greatest albums i've heard in a long time.


- elkland -



i don't know what to call this. these guys should hook up with VHS or BETA and make porn together.


- death from above 1979 -



canadians are fucking weird. i liked the remix record too. i wish i thought of this first.


- the locust -



magazines like SPIN and AP and NME call this noise punk. i call this performance art. this looks like a fucking circus. i'd rather watch prison sex. i don't get it. costumes are for nerds.

*three one g is still a great label.


- nick cave -



abbatoir blues/lyre of orpheus is better than nocturama. this is still music i drive to work to. babe i'm on fire. neil diamond wants to be you sir.


- devendra banhart -



i don't care how many albums he's released for his age, this is still hippie music. i think people who hang around people who do drugs, but don't actually do drugs would definitely get into this. read any interview he's ever done and tell me this kid isn't on fucking mars. find a cave and stay there.

*fat tire, sunshine wheat, etc... from new belgium has always been hippie beer... i guess it's appropriate that this strange ranger is the soundtrack to 'finding your folly'. crap.


- elliot smith -



goddammit. there are supposedly many songs that didn't make it on to 'from a basement on the hill' due to family members and smith's girlfriend before he committed suicide/was murdered. songs that were relevant. songs with names like 'suicide machine'. this smacks of censorship.


- iron and wine -



easily the most lovable bearded guy i can think of. baby batter soundtrack.


- m83 -



so much past material worth listening to that you already feel like a poser for digging on what you heard. buy this shit anyway. guaranteed to be better than most of your records.

*anyone own until the dawn heals us? 'cause we could be friends. fast friends.


- kool keith -



i realized that the reason i don't own 'god loves ugly' is because of the fact that i should own at least one kool keith record before i buy anymore atmosphere stuff. fried chicken and juice boxes.


- drive like jehu -



this is one of those 'bands you should already know and love'. getting it? getting it.


- q and not u -



something beautiful happened at dischord recently. while 'dine' is a horrible song that rambles on about spiders and flies, 'LAX' will make you boogie in your bathtub. 'wet work' is activism made sexy. this is the method by which i was cured.


- converge -



you fail me. this rocks your face. get scared.


- euromotion -



just go here.

if most canadians are weird, then these euros are from fucking outer space by comparison. remember when man or astroman dropped that "we are outerspace" jive on everyone? same deal here. nah brah. i'm NOT backing this. men chasing women through time and space? no. two men and a computer mouse start creepin' on everyone's vibe and shut down your fun time.

avoid at all costs.

- ozone -



hot dance like michael jackson in a microwave. sets bitches on fire. *wink*


- teddybears -



fun. five out of six stars. we can drive with the top down. sounds like kylie minogue is on this somewhere... probably not, but i could get into that.

*not really. can't find this anywhere... pretty sure it's out of stockholm featuring someone named paolo. huh.


- pleasure forever -



kinski and mogwai? not exactly. this stuff doesn't bum me out by any means. shit should read: "will blow mind". i'm exaggerating here, but i like it...

*mixed this band up with someone else... not sure who or what the fuck i'm talking about up there, but p.forever are on sub pop and yeah... buy their shit.


- the arcade fire -



people still talk about this band like they invented music. i'd rather fuck my hand.


- cut ! copy -



this is what you hear playing in the background when erik is trying to convince you that he's not a homosexual. i'm not buying it. "but they're from australia!" so are koala bears. i don't believe in stuff like this.


- rogue wave -



looked this up after seeing three completely different groups of kids point out how they were coming to larimer. wish i didn't. i'd rather feed my cock to a cobra than listen to this.


- arab on radar -



weird, weird and weird.


- the good life -



i think i like everything that comes out on saddle creek. just about. and this is ok. just when you hear that singing about heartbreak and loss has gone out of style, tim gets loaded, drops cursive for a bit and puts you in a world of hurt. rad.


- wolf eyes -



fucking garbage. wheeze. static. bang. wack. get fucked.

*not sure if that's even the album i bought up there. i took it to second spin the same day.


- autolux -



turnstile blues. here comes everybody. drums that sound like trash cans. sounds british, smells like los angeles. not faking the funk. no fagdancing. no acrobatics. i dig on this. i hope this is what rock music sounds like now.


- the duke spirit -



stuff from britain. i'm sure A&R people get hard over this sort of stuff. i guess it's alright.