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Stuff of note (cough) in this week's Scratch mailing list. Prices are in Canadian dollars, and a lot cheaper in yr powerful US currency. I realise only Paul will care aboot most of this stuff:
SONIC YOUTH-Master = Dik 12” (Blast First/BFFP26)$11.99 Since most of the Sonic Youth vinyl isdrying up why not give the old Master = Dik EP, featuring a variety of oddities on the flip, a shot. The first Wu-Tang LP was also listed, $13.50 Canadian. Hey, remember the Yale girl who likes to swallow? (See link from a few days ago). Here's a picture of her sitting next to Bill Cosby. Out of respect for Mr. Cosby, I'll refrain from so many comments I want to make.
This is the story of my struggle:
I found out sometime this past week that Mulholland
Drive was playing in Covington, LA (birthplace of
Walker Percey and a mere thirty minute drive
from where I live in Slidell, LA). I was, to say the
very least, excited: I wasn't even able to find a
theater in Chicago that was playing this movie (though
I think it was playing at this one place that charges
nine fucking dollars a ticket) when I was still living
there a good month ago when the movie first came out.
So last night I leave to go eat dinner at my old man's
and find that there's a duck (yes, a duck) walking
across the driveway -- a good omen. I think, "Now
there's something you don't see everyday!" and drive
off. At my old man's I am treated to a little TV and I
see a commercial for some new Tim Allen movie. This is
only noteworthy because the theater in Covington had a
poster saying this fine piece of cinema would be
"Coming Soon" and the TV commercial said it was to be
released tomorrow (which is now today)! I went home,
made a phonecall, went for a walk and decided I had
better call the theater to see when the last showing
of Mulholland Drive would be just in case the
Tim Allen movie would be replacing it. Well, as sure
as Satan is Lord and Master of all things wicked and
good, Mulholland Drive's final run would be in
a mere half an hour! I found some money somewhere, got
into the car and drove off into the night. When I get
to Covington, I almost get killed when I pull out into
the oncoming traffic (I couldn't see the turning lane
cos it was so fucking dark out there and pulled into
the other lane thinking it was the one I was supposed
to be). A nice policeman pulled me over and said, "Um,
just where do you think you're going there?" I explain
that I am an idiot and that I'm trying to find the
movie theater -- this is a good three minutes before
the movie is to start. He sends me on my way and I get
to the theater. I was clever enough to keep my old
college ID and got in for five clams (! Even a Fugazi
concert isn't that cheap these days!). I went into the
theater and joined the other three paying customers
that were already enjoying the trailer for some absurd
new Fresh Prince movie about boxing. Now the movie: I
am still not sure what the fuck happened in it. Yes,
all the hallmarks of a David Lynch movie were there:
slow as hell pacing, completely unrealistic dialouge,
characters who show up for five minutes and then leave
without doing anything. I guess it was kind of like
Lost Highway with better actors (and Dan
Hedaya). And for some reason Robert Forrester is given
top billing even though he's in the movie for
literally less than a minute (this is where you can
tell the movie had been originally written as a TV
show -- obviously Forrester's character would've been
fleshed out later on). This I know for sure: the two
girls in are fucking hot as shit and naked! And
making out with each other! You can kinda tell where
the TV pilot ends and the new "movie" stuff they shot
begins because at some point there's all this full
frontal nudity, swearing and a total departure from
the plot that the first two hours of the movie had set
up. I have no idea why ABC thought this show would fly
on primetime television... Anyway, the movie was
good and I wish I knew someone who has also seen it
and can tell me what they think happened in it. My
theory about it seems too obvious... God damn, why am I bleeding all over the place? Here's a poorly written "Beginner's Guide to Post-Rock". The writer seems to have jettisoned the whole space/time continuum solely so he could get the point across that he doesn't like Tortoise.
I had a sex dream about my lover last night -- we were
gonna "69" and I asked her if she had smelt the Fat
Man's ass when they had done it together before. She
giggled and said yes. I then asked if he got really
sweaty during sex (he is pretty fat afterall -- I saw
a commercial for some movie with Fat Jack Black
running around in his tighty-whiteys and I realized
that the Fat Man has roughly the same body type... The
thought of seeing some guy like that naked is
revolting to me and I'd prefer not to even consider
the notion of FUCKING someone like that!) and she said
yes he did and then laughed about what a loser he was.
I spent the rest of the dream looking for a condom so
we could fuck. Even in the dream I was afraid to do
anything sexual with her because of the possibility
that she caught something from the Fat Man... I think
I even wanted the condom to wear while she sucked my
dick...
"All you're receiving is what you've been giving to me" Other Music staff and hanger on top 10 of 2001 lists. Don't know when it went up, but it must've been recently, cuz a few of them mention a concert from Dec 16. Laura Herring, nekkid, from Mulholland Drive: 1, 2. I bought a DVD of Fritz the Cat today. Why the fuck did I buy a DVD of Fritz the Cat?
I have determined that the last time I had sex was on
or around the first week of September. How do I know
this for sure? Because I made the following post on my
dearly departed blahg on September 5th:
The most romantic thing a girl has ever said to
me:
I kind of realized today that my lover and I never
listened to music while "doing it." I can only think
of two occasions where we played records while
rutting: on the first day we tried to have sex
(unsucessfully, might I add), I Can Hear the Heart
Beating as One by Yo La Tengo was playing in the
other room. I was already having trouble staying hard
because of the spermicidal gel that was on the condoms
we used and the record was not helping me get hard (it
was distracting) -- I remember getting up in all my
naked splendor to turn off the stereo in the other
room (hardcore J-P-L fans will no doubt remember how
this story ends: Joseph gets a handjob from his lady
and somehow manages to shoot a large load of jizm into
his left eye). When we tried again months later (this
time with a condom that didn't have spermicidal gel,
which I think I'm alergic to or something), we were
playing some shitty Portishead live record (which I
easily ignored and thus maintained my erection for the
duration of our encounter). I think we played music
that time to drown out the noise of fucking so the
neighbors would not know what was going on. The sex
ended after ten minutes cos my lady was worn out down
there and asked me to pull. She lay there spent as I
hovered above lazily beating off (which resulted in a
gloriously forgettable ejaculation on her belly).
We never played music again while fucking, but I
kind of would like to fuck a girl while listening to
Covenant by Morbid Angel.
"Like a snake I'm slithering..." The only sounds I've heard heard whilst having sex were of me crying. I can tell you from first hand experience, you can't get one ticket to Japan for under $1000, let alone two. Although I haven't checked since September. I'm also hurt that I didn't get the acknowlegement for pimping the New York Dolls so much. By the way, Too Much Too Soon is waaaay better than the debut. Get it on vinyl through Scratch or Bomp, or on CD under $7US from Candian distributors. And get Endless Party as well. 180 gm LP on Get Hip, double 220gm LP on Munster (also available thru Bomp's mail order). I dunno aboot the double LP, but the single one is pre-Mercury demos of tracks from both LPs, and a lot rawer at that (fuck you, Rundgren!). Anyway, the 10 best albums you heard/bought/etc in 2001 (regardless of the year). Hey, who wants to ruin Sebastian Stirling's day? Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter. It'll be playing at the Slamdance festival next month. It's played in a few cities in Canada so far. I haven't seen it, but I've heard good things from those who have. You have the boorish manners of a Yalie! Alternate heading: "We're paying how much for her tuition...?" Am I wrong to just want to find a girl who will laugh at my jokes (in the right spots, of course)? Combined with this, it appears Yale ain't turning out a great batch of young humourists of the female persuation. The Internet is abuzz with the fact you can see Kristen Dunst's nipples through her wet dress in the Spider-Man trailor. Oooh. I still think of her as the little girl in Interview With a Vampire, so this is kinda creepy.
Pictures from the
Last night's dream:
She's lying on the ground and I'm sitting on top of
her. I pull out a silver pistol and put it into her
mouth. I pull the trigger. Click. Nothing happens. I
put the pistol into my mouth and pull the trigger.
Click. Nothing. I can still remember the look of
horror on her face as I pulled the trigger and nothing
happened. I put the pistol up to the side of my face
and pull the trigger. Click. Again, nothing. I am
smiling from ear to ear throughout this episode. I get
up and walk away almost disappointed that I hadn't
loaded the gun. I wake up feeling as if I was having
a mild panic attack. After a minute, I start to
fantasize about fucking my sister's friend (who will
be staying with us next weekend, I believe). I start
to masturbate and find that I can only think of my
lover and our pathetic sexual adventures. Wanking does
not help me sleep and as a result I wake up again
later as if in the middle of another small panic
attack.
On a lighter note, if any of you used to read my
old blahg ("Addicted to Vaginal Skin"), you might know
that I wrote a "zine" (of sorts) a few months ago.
Well, it never made it to paper (the girl who was
supposed to get it copied for me decided to spend that
copying time rutting with some pig from work instead)
and thus I was forced to send out a number of copies
via email. If you would like your very own copy, then
drop me a line (iheartamerica@yahoo.com) and I'll send
it to you as an attachment. Bear in mind that it is
something like 50 pages long and profane as all hell
and that I don't review any bands that you would give
a shit about. Thanks. Please pray for me tonight if
you believe in a god of some kind. The singer for Big Country was found dead. This still won't make The War Against Silence worth reading. Link shamelessly swiped from Gina Snowdoll. Simon Reynolds on post-punk. If this is worth reading, it'll be a fucking miracle. Who wants to bet Paul ends up spending more than $200 to try and win?
Okay, this is just fucked up:
I just got finished wacthing A Dating Story and
I was feeling good cos it seems like a good match was
made and I like to see people happy (this is why I
rarely look in the mirror. *Sigh*). I turn off the TV
and turn on the computer hoping that looking at my
favorite blahg will help sustain my afternoon delight.
I look in on Paul and find, "christmas decorations are
beginning to excite me."
OHMYGOD! I walk around the block every goddamned night
looking at all the Christmas decorations in my
neighborhood! Could it be that Paul Cox is my
soulmate?! And, if this is indeed the case, should I
just kill myself right now or what?! "You were the
one to talk with your scattered accusations / Nothing
but a punk caught up in the masses" Good Lord...Randy "Macho Man" Savage is in the Spider-Man film playing someone called "Bonesaw McGraw". Look, either call him "Crusher Hogan", or don't bother with the wrestling sequence from Amazing Fantasy 15. Sheesh. It's bad enough Mary Jane is the love interest and not Betty Brant. Journal of an under 18 lesbian. Ah youth, when you could believe the day you turn 18, you could run away from yr parents with yr lesbian lover, and all would be right in the world, and even if they say young love doesn't last, yrs will cuz true love is stronger than everything.... While skimming thru the journal, all I could do was shake my head, and think aboot the housewife she'll become, and how she'd laugh and become red when shown this.... New Pornographers came out in Nov 2000: The Onion names its best albums of the year. Oh yeah, they give it lip service as coming out on a Canadian indie last year, but that Canadian indie is the only label it's ever been on. No "real" American label reissued it this year. This album better not appear on any fucking Europe Best of 2002 lists when Matador Europe reissues it in a few months.... Here's another plug of People Talk Too Loud cuz anybody who admits to watching Grease any time it's available is alright in my book. Also, from their message board, a question asking what you look for in music reviews, which is a very interesting topic, one I'm actually surprised I've never encountered in the years I've wasted on music message boards.
I woke up this morning, and remembered this story over at Juicy Cerebellum. If you liked Joseph's first post, this is along those lines. That's weird. Filepile doesn't appear to be updating, but once you log in, there's tonnes of new stuff. Recent additions by me (click the side):
MISSISSIPPI FRED MCDOWELL "I'm So Glad I Got Good Religion" I'm not really much of a blues fan. Clapton and Vaughn probably ruined it with their guitar wankery posing as exposing yr inner pain, and subsequently every bar band that started thinking that was the way to go made it worse. Sure I've got both Robert Johnson LPs, a Willie Dixon LP, some stuff on Fat Possum, but the stereotype of a middle aged dude, with his huge gut and receeding hairline pulled back into a pony-tail is too hard to ignore, and does make it truly easy to write off the whole genre. Anyway, on Friday I was playing a bunch of MP3s that I chose at random from my hard drive, and this one really stood out. I probably downloaded MFM tracks cuz've him having a release on the ill-fated Infinite Zero label. I don't regret it. Why is fucking Rodeohead on MusiquePlus everytime I turn to that channel? Aren't these guys anti-music videos? Anyway, a few weeks ago, I was in a used record store, and the dude behind the counter was playing Queen records. I have no idea why I didn't leave, but it struck me that people (critics) have it all wrong when they say Radiohead is like Pink Floyd. Radiohead is a total knock-off of Queen (listen to the album tracks, not the singles). Radiogaga indeed. Guess the album covers on the Pitchfork board. The kidz don't know Landed by Can. Finally, the Internet redeems itself: a site devoted to nude jumping jacks. The Pitchfork board people voted on the best albums of 2001. See the results here. Read that god awful Radiohead write up. Then read the PFB knock the author. (This is getting mentioned solely because of my knocking a Radiohead earlier today. I don't recommend reading the Pitchfork board unless you are feeling suicidal around the holidays and need a reason to live. Ahem.) Oh, Tea On Neptune, don't be discouraged by what these people have to say. Bury yr head in the works of Sylvia Plath, and remember, you know what they never will.... Fuck I hate Radiohead and their fans.... Thurston Moore interview at Rolling Stone. Discusses a new album, Sept. 11, and why Jim O'Rourke is turning the band into ELO. The focus group doesn't seem to think stories aboot beating cripples are funny:
Eric's Trip The Eric's Trip Show CD An interview with Michael Azzerrad (author of Our Band Could Be Your Life) over at the Kinda Muzik You Like. He's such a bitch! Scratch has a vinyl reissue of 3 Feet High and Rising listed in this week's mailing. The good news: Tommy Boy reissued it as a double LP instead of cramming 67 minutes of music onto one LP like the original. Yay sound quality. The bad news: it's aboot $20 US. First ever mention of a CD in cyberspace. First ever mention of Madonna in cyberspace. Part of a larger discussion on vinyl's RPM's. First mention of Britney Spears This shit is fascinating....
Man alive, I had thought I was in bad shape before: I
woke up at one in the morning and called my lover's
number to find that she had indeed disconnected it
like she said she would. Adding insult to injury, I
get on the computer this morning and see the following
message on Paul "Cocks" Cox's blahg:
"does anyone else watch those mid-day shows on tlc? 'a
makeover story', 'a dating story', etc.? they're so
terrible, yet so addictive. i just wonder how long the
participants keep up the looks.
[now playing: mark lanegan - 'whiskey for the holy
ghost' lp]"
Motherfucker, I am obsessed with both A
Dating Story and Whiskey for the Holy
Ghost! Could I sink any lower than to love things
that Paul Cocks loves?! p.s. if there are ladies out
there who marginally attractive, do not have genital
warts, live in the New Orleans area and wouldn't mind
giving me a mercy fuck, then please get in touch!
iheartamerica@yahoo.com -- at this point, I'll even
take cybersex... Some fucker took Joseph's entire post (delete the date next time) from Just Joshin' (see below) and posted it on the FMBB. Link, don't cut and paste. Surprisingly, he got some nice feedback. Time to prune the dead links on the side:
Amplified to Rock: Called it quits Dec 10, 2001. Apparently librarian school plus chasing every other blog boy in North America took its toll. She's promising a comeback. Will be on Jeopardy! Jan 14, 2002.So, now we need links. If you have any site that would make a good addition, or that I should know aboot, e-mail me. Here's the beebs' best of list:
the top five:
You know, "love" is a four-letter word.
This morning I was woken up at around four by a
disturbing dream: my ex-girlfriend was rubbing her
claw-like foot against the dick of the guy she is
currently fucking (her word, not mine -- I think it's
interesting that she refers to it as "fucking" and
not, say, "casual sex" or "making love" or "making
cum"); the very same guy she started fucking while we
were still "in love" with each other some four weeks
ago. I guess this dream was brought on by my ex's
revelation yesterday that she had done such a thing to
him at some point during their adventures in
thirty-minute sex land (after she told me that he only
lasted five minutes [!] the first time they had fucked
[and only ten to twenty minutes every other time they
fornicated], I accused him of being a premature
ejaculator. She responded by saying that sometimes
they had "done it" for "long" periods of time. I
thought, "Like two hours maybe?" No -- thirty
minutes!). I've been told (in graphic, harrowing
detail) almost everything regarding their fuck
sessions. I know, for example, that she has fucked him
more times in the past three or four weeks (she won't
fess up to fucking him while I was still living in the
apartment that we had shared, so I can't be totally
sure how long this has been going on -- she only
admits to fucking him after I moved out three weeks
ago) than she ever fucked me in the almost four years
that we were together (it's kinda neat that we broke
up a full month before our four year anniversary). I
also know that they've literally done
everything aside from anal sex in those three
weeks (including "69ing" and "doggy-style" -- it's
like a porno movie! I'm almost jealous of her) while
we had only tried a grand total of two
positions when she was with me. I find it fascinating
that she gave herself over completely to what is
little more than a complete stranger and I had to beg
her for three years to get her to let me cum in her
mouth on the rare occasion that she would suck my dick
(which is, by the way, the same length as her new
man's, but it seems he has less girth. See, part of
the reason my lover and I fucked so infrequentally and
so unspectacularly is that she said my dick was "too
big" and that it would "hurt" her. Now, I am not huge
by any stretch of the imagination, so if she can all
of sudden do all this shit with this clown, then he
must not be packing much heat!) and we were actually
in love with each other (perhaps it's easier to
degrade yourself with someone you don't actually care
about -- I mean, once you've already blown it by
fucking the guy one time, why not go crazy and fuck
multiple times in every position available anyway? But
then she also says that they kiss, which I think is
wrong to do because I consider kissing to be more of
a "loving" thing than fucking. You kiss people you
love. Heck, prostitutes won't even kiss their johns!).
I guess there's satisfaction in knowing that this fat
fuck is so inadequate and that my lover is desperately
slumming by being with him. It does feel good to know
that I am much slimmer, more handsome and "sexier"
[again, her words -- she has admitted as much]. It
also feels good to know that when she fucks him, she
often thinks of me as she cums (I was told that her
most powerful orgasms occurred when she needed a
release after fighting with me on the phone, so I
guess this guy could've been anyone really) and that
she has cum no more than twice with him [which he
seemed impressed by for some pathetic reason -- if you
can't routinely make a girl cum more than once during
sex, then maybe you're doing something wrong, tough
guy...] during their slim moments of ecstasy. This is
good because she would often cum five or six times
with me and not only did we not have any idea what we
were doing [we were both virigns when we first got
together], but my dick would "hurt" her and thus our
sessions rarely lasted longer than fifteen minutes or
so. I guess her opinion was that although I had less
experience sexually than this turd and his disgusting
lovegut, it was better with me because we were in love
(who knows). How would The Fat Man feel if he knew all
of this? How would he also feel if he knew that
I know all of this? Would he like to know that
my lover sucked my dick the day I left town? [I guess
that means she cheated on him that time,
huh?]). However, it didn't feel too great last week to
masturbate alone in my bedroom while I thought about
my lover fucking another -- oddly enough, though, I
had trouble staying hard unless I thought of him and
his flabby gut hanging over her pock-marked ass as he
fucked her from behind; I guess I enjoy the idea of
her being abused by this overweight goatee-wearing
goat. It does feel good to know that after he has had
his fun with her (or whatever -- I know they're both
self-destructive, so maybe he's just set on "explode"
like she is) and their "relationship" (she says she
wants to be his "friend" after all this! I'm sure
that's just what he wanted the first night he fucked
her fragile, vulnerable pussy... [Maybe girls crying
turn him on] And I'm sure when they're "hanging out"
he won't be waiting for the next fuck session to come
along -- he'll just wanna hang out, I'm sure!), that
he'll break her heart like she broke mine. I don't
mean to sound vindictive (believe it or not, I'm not
that angry anymore at her [I kind of understand
what she did even if I don't think it was right or
even healthy] and I'm more concerned for her safety
and mental health than anything else), but right now
one of the few things keeping me going is the
knowledge that she'll be hurting in the future worse
than I'm hurting now (mostly because she will want me
back and won't be able to have me -- she has confessed
[to me and him after the first time they fucked,
actually] to still loving me [I should mention that he
confessed to loving another girl altogether before she
made her own confession]).
I'm sure you think I am quite troubled by my lover's
confessions and you are right to think so. You wanna
know why I asked her to tell me about all of the
things she has done with him sexually? Cos when she
first confessed to her actions (all of which I was
well aware of beforehand, so I'm not sure why she kept
lying and stringing me along) and I asked her about
what had happened specifically, she said it was
"her's" and "special" (what exactly is "special" about
fucking some guy you've met at work and have only
known for three months that you've also admitted to
not even loving?) and that telling me would cheapen it
for her. So I made her tell me everything. And that is
also why I'm telling you this, dearest reader, because
her affair is indeed a cheap one (and I won't even
bother cheapening this by describing in detail
the abuse I heaped upon her in the past because I am
quite sure she doesn't bother to include a list of all
the things she did [and is still doing] to me when she
discusses our break-up with people). Anyway, after I
woke up from my latest sick dream involving my special
lady-friend (past dreams have involved me choking her
after she told me her co-workers had convinced her to
"press charges" on me [?] and a particularly chilling
one about me calling her apartment in the middle of
the night only to be greeted by a strange man
answering her phone). I freaked out (yet again!) and
left three desperate messages on her machine (I guess
she went over to his apartment and fucked him again
last night cos who isn't in at four in the morning?).
The first couple were me begging her to pick up so I
could give her a proper goodbye and the final one was
me finally just saying goodbye, offering her good
luck and asking her to please refrain from contacting
me ever again the future (I don't think I could even
respect or trust her enough to be a friend to her
after all of this -- who needs a friend like this
anyway? I don't need to discuss what records I've
bought with someone that fucking badly, you know...).
So, yeah, this is all well and good (closure, I
guess), but it hasn't helped me sleep well or have
much of an urge to eat anything for a number of days
(I'd say I've lost roughly ten or fifteen punds in the
past month, so I'm looking even more decidedly trim
compared to The Fat Man). In fact, the only thing
these recent events have done is given me the desire
to spin the following records obsessively (bear in
mind that my list is not meant as a definitive
"break-up records list" or something, but more of a
catalouge of what's been keeping me alive these days
and why):
Violent Femmes -- S/T
Afghan Whigs -- Gentlemen
Seaweed -- Weak
Quicksand -- Manic Compression
The Thin Man -- A Cloud in Trousers
This is the band that my old lover's flabby new lover
is in (don't get excited, he's just the bassplaer and
he doesn't even record with them). I've actually never
even heard the music, but I will often look at their
website (which I refuse to link for you cos I don't
want to give these clowns any free advertising) and
laugh at how stupid all of the song titles are
["Necklace of Birds"! "Flames of Love"! "Blood, Shit
and Bones"!]. This band seems pretty weak and they're
only on a CD-R label (what's the point in that, I ask
you? If you're gonna get someone to put up the money
to release your pretentious, smarmy drivel then why
not press up a real CD?), so it's probably not even
worth my time to focus my white-hot rage on them.
However, I will say that the singer is a limey fag and
that he almost beat up yours truly for calling my ex a
"cunt" in front of him (um, what word would you
use to describe her at this point if you were sadly
me? I was told that he was overheard later in the day
drunkenly calling his own ex-girlfriend a cunt --
ironic or just hypocritical?).
Vision of Disorder -- Imprint
[Honorable mentions go to Marvin Gaye's Here, My
Dear and Superchunk's Foolish. I don't
currently own either of those records, so it doesn't
seem appropriate to say much more about them (other
than it was brilliant of Mr. Gaye to record an album
full of completely bitter, cynical and nasty things
about his ex-wife when he was ordered to pay her all
of the money he would be making off of his next
release after their divorce was finalized)]
On the flipside, here's a list of songs my lover has
ruined for me:
"The Flame" by Cheap Trick: she once left this on my
answering machine for me.
"Naive Melody" by the Talking Heads: I once toyed with
the idea of this being "our song."
"Let My Love Open the Door" by Pete Townshend: I
remember making her a tape of this song because it was
like a document of how I felt about her at the time. ILM takes on Insignificance. Winona Ryder has sticky fingers. Oh sweet Winona, why? WHY?! Rock 'n' Roll Hall o' Fame inductees announced. The Ramones, Talking Heads, Issac Hayes, Gene Pitney and Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers all get in. Article sez the Ramones were five guys. Also sez that induction is 25 years after the release of a debut album, which doesn't make sense for the Talking Heads. You know, Talking Heads '77. Stop Making Sense is more like it! Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, ah, you get it.... Should they play, Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers should do "Chinese Rock". MP3
ARAB STRAP "Christmas (Evening Session)" BBC recorded performance, the lads go all Phil Spector on yr ass.
My Internet connection is up and running again (hurray). I'm getting knocked on I Love Music (and not by Oliver). I think I may have pissed off this site's only fan (I hope not). I may have a guest contribution in the next few days (cross yr fingers). Have a great summer (stay just as you are). Purchased today:
The Godfather DVD Box Set (used) Oliver makes a vague threat. It would be nice for someone else to add commentary to this site again. This is such a great dis, I'm gonna link to it. It's from this discussion, for those who care aboot context. That A Certain Ratio 12" I bought the other day (no idea what it's called. "Do the Du(casse)" is the lead off track) may just be the best EP ever. If yr like me, you spend a lot of time wondering just where to vacation. Well my friend, let Coccozella's Guide to Places and Events to be Nude be yr travel agent. Paul accepts Paypal. And so does Drag City. But should you? I've read on the Internet that this is a music blog, so here's a list of what I bought today:
Charles Mingus The Clown LP (new) And the other day I bought:
Elvis Costello My Aim Is True LP (used) "Powerhouse" by Raymond Scott is currently available on Filepile. I'm just saying... What would you ask Prefuse73? You know what would be funny? If, while doing this interview over the phone, all the questions asked were done by randomly placing yr hand over yr mouth, so Scott only picked up some of what was being said. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! I fuckin' kill me.... Brent D: A Man For All Ages. I maintain, people writing/talking aboot music can't make you "like" the music. The writing can make you want to search it out, but it can't make you like it. I've had friends play me albums, and if I liked what I heard, it was cuz of what sounds were being made, not because of who's turntable it was on. Are you as interesting as yr blog? I wish. Kerri, Yahoomail got funny with me when I tried to respond to you, so I dunno if it letter got thru. Write back anyway. Jack Cole's got so much soul, I can't stand it. FMBB VS Pitchfork's Iggy Pop review. I thought the Iggy review was pretty bad (and why even print a review for something that's panning something months after it's been released and the label has given up on it?), but the writer of said review is 32 (his age is his identity if you read ILM), so he should technically be twice as good as a 16 year old writer. U8TV is a Toronto-based Internet "television channel". 8 strangers are chosen to live together in a loft for a year, producing/hosting "tv shows" that air on the Internet, with their non-hosting lives airing the rest of the time. The first year is almost up, and the Lofters have moved out (they'll still host for a few more weeks), and new potential lofters move in for a "boot camp" period starting tomorrow. You can also enter a contest to see if you can guess the 8 winners, and win a trip to Europe. I'm not entering, cuz I can't figure out the marketing department's logic of having me in two age groups. The ones I hope they choose are: The guy who has "satisfied almost 400 women", the self-proclaimed male slut and the guy who has had 1000 "episodes" with the ladies. Once those guys are in place, I'd add Nina, who's one operation away from being a female and this gal, an exotic dancer, who's "greatest fear is contracting a sexually transmitted disease". Come on! Three guys who've had sex with more than 1400 women, a transexual and a stripper who's terrified of getting VD, all under one roof for a whole year?! That's entertainment! Yr probably saying "Don't be cynical. They'll choose the people who make for the most compelling hosts, not the one's who'll turn the loft into a den of smut." Keep in mind, the site currently has a "virginity quiz" up, under the banner Cherry Bomb. Move over 4 Men With Beards, 3 Beads of Sweat is in town! This is Tim Adams, of Ajax Records fame, and his new label/mail order outlet. While it's very streamlined in comparision to Forced Exposure or Scratch (or Ajax for that matter), in that it's very indie rock-centric, I do like the lay out, with it's album covers, tracklistings, times, etc. for the merchandise it carries (although, that'll probably be discarded once the operation has been running for some time, and it becomes to overwhelming to maintain). I'm blanking right now. Matador Gets In Bed with EMusic. Wow! Paying for compressed audio files! That's almost as good as unplayable vinyl and overpriced CDs! The 'Dor does it again! A slight correction from earlier. Forced Exposure sells the three Squarepusher LPs I mentioned as not being any cheaper than the imports for $17, which would make them $3 or $4 cheaper than what I paid. I was looking at the suggested retail price of $19.98, which was no saving at all. So it can be a saving or not, it depends on where you shop. The ae CD mentioned is $20 cheaper than the import, so I will take this time to commend Accutron 2000 on the bang up job he is doing at Warp USA (and also their Canadian distributor, I guess). Matador Europe to release New Pornographers album. Am I the only one who doesn't get the New Pornographers? Although, I don't get the White Stripes, Ryan Adams and the Strokes either so maybe it's a matter of me having taste. When I saw this SJRlLP/CD 57. In The Beginning There Was Rhythm "The Birth Of Dance Music After Punk" over at Universal Sound's site, I was drooling in anticipation. The kidz at US/Soul Jazz can do no wrong. Except they didn't do a tracklisting. Some of the artists on it are listed here. I just looked at this site in Explorer. I'm so very sorry. Tori Amos: Dropped From Atlantic. The weirdest line in the article is: Her first debut album, 1991's Little Earthquakes, mainly because Little Earthquakes was actually her second debut, and she'd been with Atlantic since her actual first debut in 1988. Debut means "first", so saying "first debut" is unnecessary and "second debut" is grammatically incorrect. Nail it to yr turntable
Julie Doiron & The Wooden Stars S/T CD
Why does evertything keep getting posted twice? According to Pitchfork, Aphex Twin's Classics and SAW 1 will be getting domestic releases in February. Aren't these albums already available domesically? They sure are priced that way, and their availability is pretty good (that is, I can find them without trying to). Also according to Ryan "Fuck the Facts" Schreiber "These new reissues are said to be similar to that of the Sine Waves re-release, in that they will remain true to the original product-- no remastering, no updated packaging, no bonus tracks." I suppose the two tracks they added onto the reissue of (Surfing On Sine Waves), which caused me to buy the CD reissue despite owning the original vinyl release, and 2000 copyright (sic)/US address/request for minidiscs on the reissue don't count as bonus tracks, or updated packaging. We're listed in this guy's links, so here's one back. He's taking December off from posting, so now's the chance to get caught up where he's been. If I took pride in what I do, I'd double check shit: Swell Maps: Classic or Dud? Oliver added his two cebts (CEBTS) to the Pixies thread. And he visits this site through a link on Paul's page. I'm hurt. I've had a Joy Division bassline and drum pattern in my head all day, yo. The song that ends "They had tears in their eyes" repeated over and over again. John Knight (my favourite NKOTB) reviews the new Silver Jews releases over at Nude As the News.
I thought yesterday's update was shameless enough, and would get the attention I was demanding, but apparently not. Let's try it again: Kerri! Where are you?! E-mail me! Swell Maps: Classic or Dud? If you even have to ask, you don't deserve to listen to the Swell Maps. The Squirrel Bait write-up gives this blahg the "worst music writing possible" award (for today). Come back when you find more cliches to try and make yr own, son. By the way, the other day I was listening to my copy of the first Squirrel Bait 12" (1985, Homestead). I hadn't listened in a while (years in fact), and during the chorus to "Hammering So Hard", something weird happened. I'd say the record "skipped", but the sound didn't skip. It sorta just dropped out, and came back in, in the correct spot. It was like that feeling where yr so tired you nod off for a second, then are completely revived, but are startled. I kept playing it over and over again, and it was still there. I'd never heard the drop-out before, and there was no sign of foreign matters stuck in the groove. Where the fuck is kerri? I haven't heard from her in ages. Did Cowboy Bob tie her up? "Nobawday plheyz Cah'boy Bob fo' a fool, lass." Pixies:Classic or Dud? Surprisingly, Mr Kneale hasn't thrown in his two cebts. The only album I have is Doolittle. It's the only one I've ever owned by them. The best thing aboot it is the big ass lyric book that comes with it. The book was definately worth the money. The music is lackluster. And this is their best album? You know, I was fucking fascinated by Paul's blog the last week or so. His desire to have sex plus his wacky neighbour stories make for some good reading. But I was doing some snooping his site, No Tempo, and I found this:
This is a work of fiction, but it involves real people/names/etc. I don't know the name of the brute who lives downstairs, so for story purposes, I've called him Phil. Enjoy! PAC Been listening to a lot of Rolling Stones lately. Also, is it me, or is "Tears of A Clown" the best song ever? Fine. Back to the skin pix.
Rachel Miner. Macauley Culkin's ex, in Bully. What kind of referrals does this place get?
25 Nov, Sun, 06:32:17 Google: jim o'rourke insignificance review Why the fuck would you look up "justjohin.pitas.com" instead of typing it in the location box on yr browser? That's all I got. More Squarepusher: According to CDNow, Warp will be releasing Burning'n Tree, Hard Normal Daddy and Selection Sixteen (does Reznor know this?) domestically on Tuesday, on both formats. Seeing how I have all three of those on vinyl, and paid less than what they are going for now, a fat lot of good the US arm of Warp does for vinyl buyers, huh? Chiastic Slide also sees the light of day in North American prices Tuesday. Yes! Filepile has fixed it so that you actually have to be a member to download, so that's why yr not getting links from me anymore, cuz it's not really worth pointing out songs that only a few can download. Sorry. On the bright side, you can now see all the tracks I uploaded to brighten yr miserable lives (see the side of this page and click). If you are a member, look at the stuff you could grab right now:
MouseOnMars-Frosch.mp3That's right, not much. I wish Oliver would start up his 'blog again. One, I really, really enjoyed it, and it was one of the few sites I checked every single day. Two, he provided us with most of our non-nudie hits, and our hit count has suffered since he packed it in. The door's still open here, Oliver. Recent revelation: Lots of people are looking for Jim O'Rourke Insignificance reviews, and nude pictures of Daniel Radcliff. The same people? Wouldn't surprise me... Chart Magazine, Canada's version of CMJ (either one) I guess, has a year end poll going. Thing I've most taken away from it: I have nothing in common with readers of Chart. Although Julia Stiles's high ranking in "Stupidest Trend" does warm my heart. Music Plus had an all day punk thing on their video channel yesterday. While there was far too much Fat Wreck Chords shit played, it was pretty cool seeing Buzzcock, X-Ray Specs and others of that ilk on TV. After discovery the cure for insomnia the other day (Velvet Goldmine), and turning on the television and seeing Iggy's video for "I'm Bored" (New Values LP) everything seemed right in the world. And later, when they showed the Iggy Behind the Music, I realised how much Todd Haynes really blew Velvet Goldmine's potential. Rockin' my damn world:
Various- Saturday Night Fish Fry CD The Saturday Night Fish Fry disc is taking up most of my listening time. I've had it for a few months, but its greatness just started hitting me. That oughtta hold the SOBs... According to Warp's website, Dec. 3 will see the release of a new one-sided vinyl single (a one sided CD single would be redundant) by Squarepusher. Artwork is displayed on the web site, and the song (I guess) is playing when you visit, so make sure yr speakers are on. Note to Paul: kerri and kt write for this thing too. It's also called ... and the Philosopher's Stone in Canada too, but that's irrelevent.
Harry Potter conjures up box office records
Record Review: Jim O'Rourke Insignificance. Some things in the latest Forced Exposure update I'd tip you off to:
BIRDMAN RECORDS:Guess I'll hafta hit the record store sometime this week. What's up with failed Ms Manners, Oliver Kneale, and his knocking of this site? Didn't Oliver used to be funny? Maybe I'm confusing him with Soaky. Soaky was from Tejas, right? I almost never watch the TV, but here's some shit for you: I've never seen Saving Private Ryan, but it's on two different channels tonight. One being ABC, the other being Television Quartre Saisons. The French version is half an hour longer, and they don't censor films, so I'll watch that. Plus, when movies are in French, it's like they're art. It's also up against Shakespeare et Juliet (Shakespeare in Love in French), so it's just like the '99 Oscars. AbFab's new episodes start up in the US tomorrow. The first two episodes have already aired in Canada, but I haven't seen them. Apparently, from all I've heard and read, it's pretty bad. Last Saturday after a long long day of editing (and let me tell you, if yr gonna make a movie, stick to one format. This 16mm, 8mm, DV shit is gonna kill me), I decided to settle down to the TV. Saturday Night Live looked like it was gonna suck (John Goodman hosting), but another channel offered the legendary Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat VS Randy "Macho Man" Savage from Wrestlemania III. But, to foil this bit of excellence, Much Music threw on the video "Slip It In" by Black Flag. Needless to say, this was a great end to a bad day. By the way, can somebody tell me what it says next to the nun on the cover of Slip It In? My vinyl copy is the Canadian pressing on Fringe Product, and doesn't have it. doctor_funk_phd@yahoo.com. Thanks. The editing is coming along swimmingly, thanks for asking. Which is more than I can say for the Black Flag video. Also, Submit/Response has given us 50+ hits, and we've probably given them, uh, 2. So do me a favour, and please visit them. Thanks. Seeing how the only thing I get e-mails/praise aboot is links to MP3s, and how that's the only reason people come here. How can I disappoint my adoring public?
Tomahawk "101 North" Patton returns to late-FNM territory. As you can see, nothing spectacular to download, that's why I've been slacking on doing it. This update is dedicated to Mark in Toronto. I just asked the spirit of the late Sesame Street's Mr. Hooper and he told me that "Oscar the Grouch got more pussy than the spades." Then he began tap-dancing and singing the merry rhyme "I love negroes! They're so brown! They got big lips! All over town!" Mark Prindle reviews the works of Lou Reed. He does the Strokes, too. Surprisingly, he doesn't compare the singer to Lou Reed. A site devoted to the reissue of On The Beach. $80 US for a second hand copy of On the Beach?! I paid $7 Can. back in 1997. You know, when the Candian dollar was worth something.
Records I've listened to today: Last night I had a dream I was getting a handjob from a nude Carlo Gugino. Weird. Robot Rock Critic. Better than any other review site on the 'net. At least since Western Homes stopped reviewing... (looks out window, pining). Gigi Von Trapp recounts her night out with a cutie, only to be confronted by the cutie's angry girlfriend. Nude As the News has an inteview with the guitarist of Paul's new favourite band. You'd think after all the TV comparisions, they would've heard the band by now. What's the most overrated/underrated album of the 1990s?. The 100 Most Intense Albums of All Time. I remember seeing this when it first was on the 'net, linked by some emo-luvin' blog (is there any other kind?), and they bemoaned the lack of a lot of emo/math crap. I wish I could remember who it was. I'm thinking Bi-Polar, but I'm probably wrong.
Blue Oyster Cult "Don't Fear the Reaper" For some reason I can't get anything to download. Anybody watch The Tick last night? Yeesh. The problem with learning to write phonetically.
once again, i planned on doing a couple of reviews of shows i saw last week and once again i got too drunk to remember enough about the shows. the sm & the jicks show from last friday was pretty good, not quite as high powered as the shows in april that i saw but still good. the new songs sounded damn good, incendiary even. i think he said the new album was being delayed by his record company but don't hold me to that. the too much to drink thing comes into play there.
the psoi show was tons better than when i saw them open for television back in may. this may be due to the fact that the (new) band has been playing together longer or it may be the too much to drink thing again. either way, scott puts on a fun show. talking to him before his set he agreed with me that the bass player from his earlier band looked eerily similar to scott thompson from kids in the hall. i also found out that my girlfriend is in the long-delayed pavement dvd so i now officially have a reason to by a playstation2 and not feel odd to be in the shadow of 30 years old and wanting a new video game system. damn you madden football.
so i'm not getting drunk at shows anymore. that's about it. we'll see how long this lasts, hopefully i can stick to it.
article about bob ludwig from the boston globe.
and an article about the shins from the boston phoenix.
have a nice weekend all. Ever wondered what King Kong Bundy is up to? He'll be wrestling Earthquake at the Molson Centre in Montreal, PQ on New Year's Eve, so at least I know what I'll be doing now to ring (tee hee) in 2002.
This has been sitting in my inbox for a week now, and nobody's fessed up. Guess what... you've got a secret admirer!I thought, if I let this slide, someone would eventually go "Hey Vic... uh, did you get anything unique e-mail-wise lately?" And I would go "You will now feel the wrath of my belt on yr backside!" But they didn't. Now I'm wondering, because no one has said anything, is that hottie from English class, or the cute one from the party last weekend or maybe one of the many hundred hearts and minds I touch every single day, is this person (man or woman, I'm not judgemental) sitting all alone on cold November Friday night because I just didn't respond to some crap I was e-mailed? I'd feel bad if I had any feelings.... Old stuff's been archived (click "old blog" to the side if you miss[ed] it).
Pitchfork: We Don't Even Care Aboot the Facts! Songs: Ohia: Mi Sei Apparso Come un...Secretly Canadian, perhaps, but where do you think a band called Songs:OHIA is from? 6:00PM- It has since been corrected. What does a blogger use as birth control? His personality.
The 1000 Greatest Albums of the 1990s. I have the following: 962 NOTWIST, THE - SHRINK (1998) 928 ROYAL TRUX - THANK YOU (1995) 919 MADONNA - IMMACULATE COLLECTION (1990) 873 VARIOUS ARTISTS - TRAINSPOTTING (1996) 861 LAIKA - SOUNDS OF THE SATELLITES (1997) 841 SPENCER, JON BLUES EXPLOSION - EXTRA WIDTH (1993) 835 SONIC YOUTH - A THOUSAND LEAVES (1998) 809 GALAXIE 500 - THIS IS OUR MUSIC (1990) 789 BOSS HOG - BOSS HOG (1995) 754 GOLDIE - SATURNZ RETURN (1998) 752 YO LA TENGO - MAY I SING WITH ME (1992) 740 GERALDINE FIBBERS - LOST SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE EARTH AND MY HOME (1995) 736 LUSCIOUS JACKSON - IN SEARCH OF MANNY (1993) 733 SMOG - WILD LOVE (1995) 724 BURNSIDE, RL - ASS POCKET O' WHISKEY (1996) 711 DEL THA FUNKEE HOMOSAPIEN - I WISH MY BROTHER GEORGE WAS HERE (1992) 700 NEW KINGDOM - PARADISE DON'T COME CHEAP (1996) 695 CODEINE - BARELY REAL (1992) 690 JESUS JONES - DOUBT (1991) 668 CAT POWER - MOON PIX (1998) 654 SMOG - RED APPLE FALLS (1997) 650 ARAB STRAP - PHILOPHOBIA (1998) 630 FLYING SAUCER ATTACK - FURTHER (1995) 613 THIRD EYE FOUNDATION, THE - YOU GUYS KILL ME (1998) 600 PALACE BROTHERS - PALACE BROTHERS (AKA DAYS IN THE WAKE) (1994) 564 PUBLIC ENEMY - MUSE SICK 'N' HOUR MESS AGE (1994) 559 APHEX TWIN - I CARE BECAUSE YOU DO (1995) 544 CIBO MATTO - VIVA! LA WOMAN (1996) 461 OUTKAST - AQUEMINI (1998) 459 CONSOLIDATED - PLAY MORE MUSIC (1992) 457 WU-TANG CLAN - ENTER THE WU-TANG (36 CHAMBERS) (1994) 456 LUSCIOUS JACKSON - NATURAL INGREDIENTS (1994) 455 EMF - SCHUBERT DIP (1991) 453 COHEN, LEONARD - THE FUTURE (1992) 439 APHEX TWIN - RICHARD D. JAMES (1996) 432 GIRLS AGAINST BOYS - HOUSE OF GVSB (1996) 424 POP, IGGY - AMERICAN CAESAR (1993) 418 CURE, THE - WISH (1992) 417 DE LA SOUL - DE LA SOUL IS DEAD (1991) 397 RED HOUSE PAINTERS - DOWN COLORFUL HILL (1992) 383 SONIC YOUTH - EXPERIMENTAL JET SET, TRASH & NO STAR (1994) 380 DINOSAUR JR - GREEN MIND (1991) 377 MONEY MARK - MARK’S KEYBOARD REPAIR (1995) 374 HANDSOME BOY MODELLING SCHOOL - SO...HOW'S YOUR GIRL? (1999) 370 PALACE MUSIC - VIVA LAST BLUES (1995) 366 DIRTY THREE, THE - HORSE STORIES (1996) 353 PHAIR, LIZ - WHITECHOCOLATESPACEEGG (1998) 341 BONNIE "PRINCE" BILLY - I SEE A DARKNESS (1999) 304 BADALAMENTI, ANGELO - MUSIC FROM TWIN PEAKS (1990) 299 SONIC YOUTH - WASHING MACHINE (1995) 296 SMOG - KNOCK KNOCK (1999) 284 MINISTRY - PSALM 69: HOW TO SUCCEED & SUCK EGGS (1992) 282 FAITH NO MORE - ANGEL DUST (1992) 281 RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS - BLOODSUGARSEXMAGIC (1991) 275 YO LA TENGO - ELECTR-O-PURA (1995) 274 DINOSAUR JR - WHERE YOU BEEN (1993) 249 SPENCER, JON BLUES EXPLOSION - ORANGE (1994) 225 DE LA SOUL - BUHLOONE MINDSTATE (1993) 214 PALACE BROTHERS - THERE IS NO-ONE WHAT WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU (1993) 211 SPENCER, JON BLUES EXPLOSION - ACME (1998) 205 YO LA TENGO - I CAN HEAR THE HEART BEATING AS ONE (1997) 204 YO LA TENGO - PAINFUL (1993) 201 SPENCER, JON BLUES EXPLOSION - NOW I GOT WORRY (1996) 200 NINE INCH NAILS - THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL (1994) 198 TINDERSTICKS - TINDERSTICKS [SECOND ALBUM] (1995) 192 PAVEMENT - WOWEE ZOWEE (1995) 185 LEFTFIELD - LEFTISM (1995) 180 PEARL JAM - VS. (1993) 165 PAVEMENT - TERROR TWILIGHT (1999) 162 CRUISE, JULEE - FLOATING INTO THE NIGHT (1990) 157 BASEHEAD - PLAY WITH TOYS (1992) 154 METALLICA - METALLICA (1991) 153 MADONNA - RAY OF LIGHT (1998) 151 BEASTIE BOYS - CHECK YOUR HEAD (1992) 148 SPIRITUALIZED - LAZER GUIDED MELODIES (1992) 147 SEBADOH - BAKESALE (1994) 138 WU-TANG CLAN - WU-TANG FOREVER (1997) 136 BREEDERS, THE - LAST SPLASH (1993) 125 JANE'S ADDICTION - RITUAL DE LO HABITUAL (1990) 124 AFGHAN WHIGS - GENTLEMEN (1993) 120 PAVEMENT - BRIGHTEN THE CORNERS (1997) 115 U2 - ZOOROOPA (1993) 98 SONIC YOUTH - GOO (1990) 97 PHAIR, LIZ - EXILE IN GUYVILLE (1993) 84 DISPOSABLE HEROES OF THE HIPHOPRISY - HYPOCRICY IS THE GREATEST LUXURY (1992) 82 DAFT PUNK - HOMEWORK (1997) 75 WAITS, TOM - BONE MACHINE (1992) 73 PAVEMENT - SLANTED AND ENCHANTED (1992) 67 HARVEY, PJ - RID OF ME (1993) 60 PRODIGY, THE - THE FAT OF THE LAND (1997) 58 BECK - MELLOW GOLD (1994) 52 DJ SHADOW - ENDTRODUCING… (1996) 51 PUBLIC ENEMY - APOCALYPSE '91...THE ENEMY STRIKES BACK (1991) 50 MY BLOODY VALENTINE - LOVELESS (1991) 46 R.E.M. - MONSTER (1994) 44 SPIRITUALIZED - LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE ARE FLOATING IN SPACE (1997) 41 NIRVANA - MTV UNPLUGGED IN NEW YORK (1994) 39 PAVEMENT - CROOKED RAIN, CROOKED RAIN (1994) 38 BECK - MUTATIONS (1998) 37 BEASTIE BOYS - HELLO NASTY (1998) 36 U2 - ACHTUNG BABY (1991) 29 MOBY - PLAY (1999) 24 BEASTIE BOYS - ILL COMMUNICATION (1994) 20 O'CONNOR, SINEAD - I DO NOT WANT WHAT I HAVEN'T GOT (1990) 17 ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT - 3 YEARS, 5 MONTHS & 2 DAYS IN THE LIFE OF… (1992) 15 SONIC YOUTH - DIRTY (1992) 10 R.E.M. - AUTOMATIC FOR THE PEOPLE (1992) 8 HARVEY, PJ - TO BRING YOU MY LOVE (1995) 6 PUBLIC ENEMY - FEAR OF A BLACK PLANET (1990) 4 R.E.M. - OUT OF TIME (1991) 2 NIRVANA - NEVERMIND (1991) 1 BECK - ODELAY (1996) Not all of these are mine (I'm currently presiding over a shitload of CDs belonging to a friend livin' it up overseas, as lugging his collection with him wasn't a priority), but I could, if I really wanted to, listen to all the records listed. The folks at People Talk Too Loud are good kids.
An excerpt from an e-mail I got: "i must admit i'm a bit intrigued....a massive penthouse forum style porn piece (albeit for the alterna crowd), pop culture references galore, and musical name dropping from Steve Albini to Prefuse 73...who's responsible for all this?" (Grabbing e-mailer by the collar, yanking him forward) I'm BATMAN! So my girlfriend stumbled over this place looking through my "Favourites" folder. She's not too happy. No, it's not the smut and general hatred on this site that upsets her, it's kerri.
You see, my girlfriend's name is Carrie Leigh Saltlady, and she's come to the wacky conclusion that I'm So I come home, and... Have you ever seen Blade Runner? Picture me as a younger, cuter, all-around cooler Harrison Ford. So I walk in the front door, suddenly the wall explodes to my right, and this arm comes out, grabs my hand, and starts breaking my fingers. That's right, it's Carrie. While I'm used to typing with only one hand, another more drastic change to my Internet habbits has come up. I can no longer e-mail my pal kerri. I'm sorry. Hopefully this is enough of an update for you. I've thought aboot doing this. But without the other DJs. You know, set up a little sumpthin' in my attic. Probably shortwave more than an FM transmission, but you get the idea. The Juicy Cerebellum has two recent updates. The 26 juiciest rock albums ever created and Buffy VS Jag VS Smallville VS The Simpsons VS Spin City VS The Gilmore Girls VS That 70's Show VS NYPD Blue VS 24 VS Roswell VS Guardian VS Three Sisters VS Scrubs VS Fraiser or: Where the Fuck's a TIVO When I Bloody Well Need One? He praises last night awful (AWFUL) Hallowe'en episode of The Simpsons. And a lot of that album list is pretty ass too. Well, just cuz I like his writing doesn't mean I have to share his taste.... Goodbye Expos. I'm hearing a lot of "Well, if they'd won the World Series in 1994, they'd still be okay. They would've had goodwill for another decade or so." How do you explain the Twins? They won the World Series 10 years ago, it didn't help them? The Marlins won it four years ago, they were the other team most mentioned as getting contracted. Once Filipe Alou was let go, this team's days were numbered. Fun with Canadian sporting clubs: Kids, do me a favour. If you know anything aboot Canadian Football, you know that for the longest time, the 8 team league had two teams called The Rough Riders. That's right, 25% of their teams had the same name. One of those teams was based in Ottawa, and it folded a few years back. They have a new team starting next season, and are letting the fans "decide" what the team will be called. Decide is in quotations, because it's generally believed by the National Newspapers that the name was decided a long time ago. We here at Just Joshin' won't stand for that. Go here and vote for the name "Beavers". Apparently that is the name that is second in voting right now, behind the one that the team owners wants (which is Renegades, or Rage, I can't remember). Do it for me. *makes Bambi eyes* If you need a phone number for the contest entry form, use this one. (Cut to scene of Rog/Bowie spitting coffee over his computer screen: "That wasn't her real number?!") Right, the MP3 links. You don't care aboot the other stuff...
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"Beat on the Brat" Michael Jackson's new album sold 366 300 copies in its first week. In December that won't get you in the Top 10.
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