Listen sonny, I was writing songs before you were a glint on your father’s...– Keith Richards
Boarding. Thank god. I feel like airports not only are unsettling, but attack the concept of home: you’re here now, you’ve always been here, YOU’LL ALWAYS BE HERE. Tiny plane. Cramped and hot. One day, I’ll be flying first class.
So how about that shit going on in Egypt?
Seriously, pretty wack, right? Total Internet/cell phone shut down, cameras getting confiscated, riots, tourists fleeing in terror. Hilary Clinton is telling people to avoid traveling in Egypt for the sake of safety. Real crazy, but sort of not surprising.
Do I dare spend the hour and a half wait for my flight to board in a place called “Jose Cuervo’s Tequileria?” maybe spend 8 bucks on a Malibu and pineapple?
My Saving Graces
I’m subsisting on the Beach Boys and the Stones right now. My present jamage: “Happy” by the Rolling Stones “Wouldn’t it Be Nice” by the Beach Boys.
Today’s going to be an anxiety day. I can feel it coming on. I feel like the Jewish Incredible Hulk.
You gotta win a a title. For you. For me. FOR LOWELL.
Damn These Vampires →
Hey, I posted a review of the new Mountain Goats track over on Radio Free Chicago. Mostly, it’s me ranting like a nutjob, which is why I get paid the big bucks.
The advice I like to give young artists, or really anybody who’ll listen to me,...– Chuck Close (via sandyhong & @emilycarroll) SO TRUE. WHY DOES ANYONE NOT THINK THIS?
An Outline of P-Funk Mythology →
A handy guide to the P-Funkaverse.
Feel grody today. Possibly a bit dehydrated. Slow as shit at work because anyone who isn’t a brain-dead slave to capitalism isn’t going to go out before the afternoon to shop on a Saturday while it’s snowing and and -5 degrees out.
gbabuts: The Mountain Goats - Damn These...
I’ve declared it 90s day at Ragstock. So much Third Eye Blind, R.E.M and the Spin Doctors. I don’t give a shit. Fuck the haters.
Don’t forget folks: MxM tonight at the Blind Pig. It’s going to be one of those situations where after we play, we’re going to collapse and then (James Brownesque) as we are being carried off stage, we will throw down our gilded capes and be overtaken by the raw funk. That’s why people call us Mr. Please Please Me.
These are my dear friends. I miss them terribly.... →
Sophie is the sweetest and is talented beyond her years. Your loyalty will be rewarded. You will be made a powerful general once the a MxM revolution begins. You will be made the ruler of South America. People will fear and obey you. That is to say, thanks. :)
I dreamed I was E. Bloom, but I woke up Joe Bouchard.– The Minutemen, “Tour-Spiel”. That’s kind of cool to be namechecked by them, even if it’s a bit of a backhanded compliment.
Anyone want to start a raucous, melodic rock and roll band? Obviously MxM is my true love, but I’m a shameless flirt and I miss playing loud.
Watched the documentary “DiG” for what has to be the 10th time in my life. I honestly can NOT get tired of it. It’s thrilling, inspiring (mostly inspiring me not to be as big of a dickweed as Aton Newcombe or Courtney Taylor), and show the vividness of music and being a touring band. WANT.
Sweet tea flavored vodka is a terrible mistress.
Ravishing a universe for love.
rollogrady: Middle Brother :: Me, Me, Me [Invisible Children] I dig this IMMENSELY. Old fashioned rip-snortin’ roots rock. Mostly, I love speculating, when frontman-dudes form a band, who’s going to play bass. I picture a high stakes game of rock-paoer-scissors.
Watching the documentary “Hype” about the Seattle rock scene in the early 90s uncannily reminds me of what’s happening in AA/Ypsi scene right now. Kind of uplifting actually.
My subconcious sees fit to sabotage my happiness. After a really wonderful night, I have intense, vivid dreams about being nasty, meanspirited and abusive to the people I’m closest to in my life. It was profoundly unsettling and I don’t really feel comfortable discussing it because of what I relentless bastard I was in the dream. Good morning sunshine.
A wonderful evening of good friends, great music, and endless possibilities. I feel good for once. Long live the New Sincerity.
Anyone know any Detroit area folk/folk rock bands with a decent draw? We’re trying to book a show at the Belmont and we’re looking for some cool headliners.
The Hazards of Love
I feel like in the context of the Decemberists new album, “The King is Dead,” there’s a lot of discussion about how “The Hazards of Love” was a big creative failure. Do people really think that? I actually rather liked the Hazards of Love. It was ambitious and proggy and relied a bit heavily on the whole fairy queen bullshit, but it had some great tunes on it;...
At work and I’m in a killer R.E.M. mood. All Murmer, all the time.
I feel better today. Yesterday was a scatterbrained day. Should have been relaxing, ended up weird and stressful and I went to bed filled with self-loathing and Thai food. Like I said, I’m feeling better. My body is less drippy, my first few articles for Radio Free Chicago are queued up, my first tv writing class seems cool.
Wow. Both the drummers I’ve played with since high school now have children. I am now concerned about Melissa playing kick drum on our songs. #prayingforsterility
I'm Still Here
Hey all. I know I’ve been quiet. I’m trying to execute an overhaul of my life, which amounts to less time fucking around on the internet. It’s going OK. That actually paints the overhaul a bit cynically, so let me clarify: my new approach to be more conscientious of my resources. Time, money, opportunities: I’m trying to not let them slip away unnoticed. It’s not...
In sickboy mode, whereby I’m simply too exhausted to not find everything irritating. The human mask is slipping and I’m doing a poor job not lashing out at people. The funny thing is, it’s not even for my amusement or as venting. It’s just because it’s the first thing out of my mouth. Fatty. Sorry uggos if I’m harsh today. I’m usually better at not...
Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did...– Happy new year from lab! May everyone have an inspired 2011. Steve Jobs (via scfk) Great coffee and pearls of insight from Lab.