Support Elliot Street Lunatic’s sophomore release! The boys are in California recording it right now, and this is your last chance to pre-order a copy, get your name in the liner notes, and possibly get free shows for a year or even a private show at your house! They were really modest when setting the goal for their Kickstarter (believe me, it takes a lot more than that to create an album), so every little bit still helps, and they’ll still honor all of the award levels. I’ve already donated, will you?
Worth reposting. The music seems cool, they’re local, and I’ve always dug the Dear Hunter as a band. I’m sort of wondering if kickstarter is going to get played out as more and more bands are utilizing it to help fund their records, and am noticing about a $2000-$3000 cap on how much a band of small to middling popularity can make (MxM made around $3000, Small Houses around $2000, these guys are a little over $2000). Obviously a lot of that is the hustle and how many members you have (more members have more relatives) but it seems fair, just might be interesting to explore that statistically.
As irritating as I find your run of the mill ignorant Christian fundamentalists, I think my single least favorite conversation to overhear is between former Christians who’ve had their world view “expanded” by the brief, perfunctory google search of other religions/mysticism/occult viewpoints. I know this might seem callous and stupid to feel given the people who are utterly indoctrinated are the ones more likely to drag you behind their pickup truck, but still it irritates me. #whitepeopleproblems.
There’s usually a lot of talking about “what Jesus was REALLY like,” which usually includes some half-facts about mistranslations and differing source materials (“you know, Jesus wasn’t from Nazereth, he was a NAZERINE which is like totally different! Nazareth isn’t even, like, a real place!”) that nitpick the dogma but leave the glaring idiocy (JESUS MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN REAL, THE CHURCH IS JUST A MONEYMAKING SCHEME, AND YOUR GOD IS MADE UP). Then there are the buzzwords like “hypocrisy,” “spiritual,” “mystical” that pepper the conversation.
Still, one must indulge these poor folks. The fact is, they’re trying. As much as their solemn discussion of their mystical, utterly unique connection to god might seem silly given how they think they are “really into buddhism” when they were doing yoga and had a brass statue of smiling Buddha they got at the Dollar Tree. Try not to ask them if they were “into” Theravada, Mahayana, or Varjayana, lest the look of profound confusion and shame on their face stunt their spirtual growth forever.
“Does Pitchfork have a music column that discusses sexuality, sexual identity or LGBTQQ issues in indie music? I don’t see one but I was wondering if I was missing something. Anything?”—(via modernandmaterialthings)
Getting sick. Whole body aches and I’m burning up.
Tried to sleep but was difficult. I dreamed I was dispensing (i.e. giving the finished glasses to the customer and closing out the order in the store POS) eyeglasses aboard the TARDIS. All my orders kept getting mixed up because of the difficulty of keeping track of at what point in the timeline people had ordered them. I kept creating paradoxes as I tried to dispense glasses that hadn’t been ordered yet and wouldn’t be for a hundred years. The worst was the glasses that required me to first dispense them before work was set to begin, creating endless recursive loops as I tried to give the impatient customer glasses that hadn’t been made and could be until he picked them up. My manager (NOT the Doctor) was frustrated with my confusion and refused to help as the line of customers kept growing and growing.
“As of November 17, 2008, the official spelling of Ingle’s alias became NeverShoutNever! It had previously been listed as Never Shout Never on iTunes and his management company’s site. An official statement regarding the reason behind the spelling change has not been made available. In an interview, Ingle revealed that there is no longer an exclamation point after his name and that he will spell NeverShoutNever as one word when he is feeling happy, but three words when he isn’t. Warner Bros. Records is spelling his name as “Never Shout Never” for the upcoming release.”—whofuckingcares
So, in addition to my new banjo (courtesy of my dad), I got a copy of “Earl Scruggs and the Five-String Banjo.”
In addition to providing playing tips and chords, it also has a short history of the banjo. It’s pretty informative, but I’d like to take this time to highlight a few of the pioneers of this noble, majestic instrument.
Let’s start with Earl Scruggs himself:
Nothing much to say about him, except he has to be the most appropriately named Banjo player EVER. Seriously, dude was named “EARL SCRUGGS.” His life options included moonshiner, old timey prospector, and guy getting shot in wild-west saloon.
Joel Walker Sweeney, who added the revolutionary 5th string after perfecting what came known as the “ferryman’s sassy bob” haircut.
Uncle Dave Macon. Specifically, Freddy Kruegar’s uncle.
Stringbean. Just Stringbean.
I’d like to point out that, in addition to possessing a truly magnificent mustache, his banjo has “GRANDPA” written on the fretboard. This guy is like the Rick Neilson of banjoin’.
Got to work early so I’ve been sitting in Starbucks. It’s actually rather nice to be alone, with no particular place to be, in a place that feels unclaimed by you or your anxieties. I cherish these moments of clarity.
Been feeling off-kilter recently. Maybe the birthday hit me harder than I expected it to. Either way, I’ve been feeling down about the relationships in my life that have, either by my negligence or by fluke, been hurt. Perhaps they’re no better or worse than they would have been if I were more sensitive and understanding, but I feel them just the same.
So check this out. This is the catalinbread Perseus sub-octave fuzz pedal. I have not played it, but the videos of it I’ve watched make it seem like the most gnarly thing I’ve ever seen.
Now, the truth is, I’ve played entirely acoustic for the last year or so, and I miss rocking out. I’d never say I was a really great guitar player (I stuck mostly to fuzzed out chords) but I have a penchant for loud, screwed up guitar.
Now, I know catalinbread makes great pedals. I just ordered their delay pedal, which I HAVE played, and frankly am in love with.
I know also that they’re pricey. This isn’t a $60 Boss or MXR. This is $160.
So my question is simple: should I get this? It seems so freaking cool and it’d be pretty unique on my chain. I’m not really that interested in the fuzz by itself (I have a doublemuff that I love and serves me well, as well as a fulltone for more straightforward gain needs), but the glitchy, 8-bit thing is megacool.
The idea behind getting the pedal would be to give me a new sound to reinspire me and get me back into WANTING to play electric, as well as give my songwriting a jolt. I recognize that the pedal works best with single note riffs and I’m a sloppy chord man, but I’m hoping it’d help shift my playing a bit for the sake of a new rocking sound.
My concern is that it ain’t cheap and it’s a risk to hope that this pedal compels me to play electric more. It also demands a very different style of playing. Professionally, I play acoustic, so I’d have to sort of find room for it or just use it recreationally.
My other concern has been I also really want a banjo. A cheap banjo seems to run near $200, so it’s roughly the same. A banjo would fit more in the MxM mold at least for the time being, so that’s of interest.
Advice? Do I go from 0-60 on the rock or do I play it a bit safer and go for something I know I’d use and have a sense of?
Here’s a little Mother’s Day treat from MxM. “Oh Concertina.”
Another (unmixed) preview from the album, and this one is really special. This little guy has never been played live, but really blossomed in the studio, with a little help from our friend Brandon Worder from The Appleseed Collective on mandolin. They, by the way, have one of them kickstarters, so you should check that out as well.
All my geekiness pats off in the most satisfying way possible when I hear all the meathead bros utterly befuddled at the post-credits Easter egg of Thor (which was pretty great) and I know, with almost 100% certainty, what it is and why this is a BIG FUCKING DEAL.
Bill Nye, the harmless children’s edu-tainer known as “The Science Guy,” managed to offend a select group of adults in Waco, Texas at a presentation, when he suggested that the moon does not emit light, but instead reflects the light of the sun.
As even most elementary-school graduates know, the moon reflects the light of the sun but produces no light of its own.
But don’t tell that to the good people of Waco, who were “visibly angered by what some perceived as irreverence,” according to the Waco Tribune.
Nye was in town to participate in McLennan Community College’s Distinguished Lecture Series. He gave two lectures on such unfunny and adult topics as global warming, Mars exploration, and energy consumption.
But nothing got people as riled as when he brought up Genesis 1:16, which reads: “God made two great lights — the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars.”
The lesser light, he pointed out, is not a light at all, but only a reflector.
At this point, several people in the audience stormed out in fury. One woman yelled “We believe in God!” and left with three children, thus ensuring that people across America would read about the incident and conclude that Waco is as nutty as they’d always suspected.
This story originally appeared in the Waco Tribune, but the newspaper has mysteriously pulled its story from the online version, presumably to avoid further embarrassment.
The people of Waco obviously worship the Moon.
This is perhaps the greatest example of ignorant, blind commitment to a totally abstracted faith ever. I love this SO FUCKING MUCH. Even the suggestion that there be a more complicated reasoning for a natural phenomenon panics people.
The best part about it? HE ACTUALLY QUOTES THE BIBLE, THE CENTRAL TENENT OF FAITH, TO TRY AND CONVINCE THEM AND PEOPLE STILL THINK HE’S TRYING TO FLIM FLAM THEM. Literally, he gives up on science and starts quoting dogma, and that isn’t enough.
It honestly can’t get better than this. People of Waco who believe that Bill Nye The Science Guy, is trying to deny the existence of God by saying the moon reflects light: You have renounced the divinity that your made-up god has given you in the form of the ability to reason. You might as well be living in your own shit and eating out of trash cans. You are trash, definition trash.
“A woman should not use these images [emoticons] when speaking to a man who is not her mahram, because these faces are used to express how she is feint, so it is as if she is smiling, laughing, acting shy, and so on, and a woman should not do that with a non-mahram man. It is only permissible for a woman to speak to men in cases of necessity…”—Multaqa Ahl al Hadeeth
Booking is going swimmingly for our tour in August, things are constructing themselves nicely. It’ll be rather exciting to go on a proper tour as a proper band, by then, CDs will be pressed, t-shirts ordered, and we may very well even bring a certain puppy.
We are living in exciting times, people. Tomorrow we go into the studio, continue tracking, maybe even deliver some more samples for all of you (re: mom) hungry for the latest and greatest mixes from your favorite multiethnic, queerish, scrappy battlefolk duo out of the Midwest.
Like that? “Battlefolk?” Yeah, it’s nice innit? Credit to our roommate Thomas for coining that sweetness.
It occurs to me that a few people started following me in the wake of my response to the WBC being imprisoned (albeit briefly) before the funeral of a soldier us some Missouri town, the name of which I can’t recall at this time.
Its worth making mention of the fact I am rarely that insightful and passionate. More often than not, I dwell on my personal angst, my thoughts about comic books and music, and using my tumblr as a crude promotional tool for my band (Match By Match, www.matchbymatch.com).
I wish I could be as passionate and specific, having my tumblr exist as devoted to a particular thing, even if only to give an adequate representation to those who might want to follow me. Sadly, I find myself utterly incapable of delivering one particular thing with any consistency.
For instance, I am drunk right now. You should know this because… Well, no real reason. It’s what there is to read here. It’s what I have to offer.
“I see a bumper sticker
it’s a bearded man with a wanted sign
a myth we’ve made to scare out fears away
a slogan that we slap on all our misdirected hate
a muddy symbol meant to mitigate our pain
but it’s really just a desert corpse
we’ve painted on the wall out in some cave.”—Kevin Devine, “A Noose Dressed Like a Necklace.” Still preferred take on it.