My daughter loves lions, and so I decided to make her one. We decided to name him after one of her favorite rappers because, unfortunately, he won’t be making too many more appearances on the hi-fi in the foreseeable future. Gabrielle made the mistake of looking up his profile on the wikipedia, the morning after we gave him to Lucia, but it was too late. This pink ass lion was already Gucci Mane.
What up, blogosphere? I’m having a restorative Friday night inside in preparation for my (observed) birthday weekend, which will begin tomorrow morning, and last until my real birthday which is November 20th. You all won’t believe what I’m really getting for it, but I will share the joy when the time comes. In the meantime, I decided not to party too hard tonight because tomorrow we are having a night out on the town. We are going to dine out at a fancy restauarant, and then Gabrielle is going to drive me across town where I will probably drink a few beers somewhere before we enter the renowned Cinema 21 and participate(?)/view, I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but the bottom line is that we’re going to watch a ton of homemade porn at this event called the Hump! Festival hosted by one Dan Savage, you know, the gay dude who lets you know (rather harshly as I recall) that it is not cool to not go down on your gf when it’s like totally Woman Season. We’ll have to agree to disagree on that front—the Crimson Tide is a non-starter on the real! Euphemisms abound!
So I spent the evening listen to tunes and checking out this cool website 8tracks.com where you can host live streaming mixtapes. One of my friends described it as a tumblr for music, and I’d have to agree with that. I did both this time. I made a mixtape in Garageband with slick transitions and whatnot, and then I also went ahead and uploaded the same songs in the same order on the 8tracks website. For some reason, I named the mix Billy D Did A Reading Poster, Too. The main reason is probably because I got it into my head that i was going to drink a Colt 45 earlier, for science, but I have as yet chickened out, and it’s chillin’ the fresh way up in my freezer. Which reminds me that I should take it out before it explodes!
Here’s my link to the my: 8track site page.
Here is the link to: the Downloadable Mix.
Bat for Lashes – Horse & I
Keep Shelly in Athens – Running Out of You
Grimes – Sagred [something in Russian]
jj – Let Them (T.I. Cover)
Weekend – Coma Summer
Tennis – Cape Dory
HTRK – Waltz Real Slow
Plastic Flowers – We Just Had More Fun
Mogwai – 2 Rights Makes 1 Wrong
CFCF – It Was Never Meant To Be This Way
This is the first digital mixtape that I have ever attempted, and as such it is a bit rough around the edges. However, I stand by the content. I spent a while trying to work my way through the GarageBand program that my laptop came equipped with, and which I ignored for 5 years until today. Since I figured out how it works on a very basic level, this is a very basic mix, but I like doing it, so hopefully I will learn a bit more sophisticated techniques for future mixes. I hope someone enjoys it . . . !
Welcome to Autumn – m4a Mixtape
The mp3 Version
1. Alpha – Come from Heaven
2. Grimes – AVI
3. Teen Porn – Living End
4. Fred Thomas – Little Songs
5. Crystal Stilts – The Dazzled
6. Warpaint – Burgundy
7. Ms. John Soda – Solid Ground
8. Plastic Flowers – Take Me Home
9. Slowdive – Souvlaki Space Station
10. Active Child – I’m in your Church at Night
11. Fela Kuti – Trouble Sleep Yanga Wake Am
ps. I’m hoping to find a way to set up a worthwhile embedded player. I tried 2 different services today that were shoddy at best, and that is why there is only the download link.
I didn’t really like this band at first, but then one or two songs started to grow on me, and then I realized that I like the whole album. It’s not out yet, but you can pirate it if you know how to do that kind of thing. It’s called ‘Forget’. If they come on tour near my house I’m going to buy it at the show. Here are two videos that I found on youtube:
Usually when I go out to see a gig I can hardly walk on my own, but lately I’ve given up on drinking for a couple of reason, and so I ventured out this past Sunday to see Indian Jewelry at the Holocene in Portland, OR in single-vision bliss. The only real downside to this is that there was only one Erika Thrasher instead of two (or three!) However, their stage show generally remedy’s the deficit with its chaotic strobe light madness, and brilliant pummeling bass lines. The last time I checked them was in Atlanta at the Eyedrum, where they were admittedly way the eff further out, but on the other hand, the crowd at that show weren’t a gaggle of art school fashionistas with actual turkey feathers up their ass. I like double entendres, and the Holocene picked a good one–I generally can’t stand the people it draws, it’s such a hollow scene (ha ha!) Basically, it was me and two other girls up front loosing our minds or something, while just about everybody else sulked or posed. People should stay home and sulk. Or at least stay in the bar area. Maybe I’m just not arty enough? I spend most of my free time staring at my tomato plants or ranting about scenes, so that could be the case.
Indian Jewelry is a noise band from Houston, TX, that’s been around for quite a while now. I personally don’t think ‘noise band’ is an apt description; post-apocalyptic pop band is better. They’re kind of like The Velvet Underground, Spaceman 3, and Iggy Pop all wrapped into one package, and they outshine their noise band contemporaries because their songs have real substance, like hooks and melodies. The core members are Erika Thrasher and Tex Kerschen, around which an endless roster of musicians orbit, sometimes changing as often as tour date to tour date as they travel from city to city. Being prone to such mutability, it’s always a surprise what you’re in for at one of their shows, and a good reason to never miss them when they come to your town. On the off-chance that you like the song in the video below, it can be found on their album Invasive Exotics, which is all killer. Going South is for my money their best track. They have many, but I owe this tune a special debt of gratitude for helping me push across that dense, humid, sludgy/swampy wasteland in the eastern part of North Carolina last summer when I rode my bike across is. I guess technically I was headed east, but that’s neither here nor there. When this song is pumping full blast into your head, you won’t know or care where you are.
This video is from a show they played a while back in an abandoned mansion somewhere. Make sure that your computer speakers are turned up all the way. Also, don’t play this if you are prone to epileptic seizures (not joking.)
I’m electing M83’s album Saturdays=Youth as my album of the year, a record built on nostalgia and the awkwardness of being young. Often an album’s importance lies not only in the sounds and creativity of the songs, but also with the time that you hear it in your life. Saturdays=Youth played on repeat in the car for my final weeks in Rochester before Brie and I left on our bicycle tour. As I drove around the city tying up loose ends, and going to the last shows or parties that I would ever go to in my hometown (at least for a long time), this album reminded me that things weren’t so bad here, where I grew up, and that many of the things I experienced would stay with me forever, and many of them deserved to be cherished.
Here is a video from the record:
This is one of my favorite bands. I have *most* of their available studio and live recordings. If anyone wants them, leave me a message below, and I’ll send them to you.