June 2011
25 posts
“JET’s album “Shine on” was not rated by Pitchfork. The review...”
– Haha. Pretty great. Fuck you Pitchfork. Fuck you Jet.
The thing I find tricky about the whole Tyler/Tegan thing is that, much of what Tyler seems intent on is purely offensive and cheeky. I actually feel that is a relatively “pure” and innately artistically defenseable place and don’t really get behind the need for him to “defend” it intelegently or argue it as part of a persona. I think it’s culturally a little...
Listening to the album mixes in preparation of going into the studio this 4th of July with Jim Roll, as well as full GBS session and thinking, for the first time on a LONG time, “Wow, I’m in a really awesome band.”
Occasionally the mask of practiced cynicism and diminished expectations slips momentarily.
matchbymatch:
MxM live in an intimate set at...
Today has been utter vindication. The feelings of apprehension and paranoia are replaced by the knowledge that, YES, the haters are out there and we’re ruffling their feathers just by existing. I am reluctant to say they’re jealous, but the simple fact is that, we’ve been sweating and slaving just as hard as anyone and they still see us a obnoxious, “spineless” little...
“The Weavers even on occasion performed in tuxedos (unlike the Almanacs, who had...”
– Pete Seeger get’s shit done and don’t suffer haters.
I got tickets to Bright Eyes/The Mountain Goats in...
Probably one of the first major shows in a long time that I have absolutely no reservations about. So excited.
Green Lantern is an insultingly bad movie. It’s patronizing. It’s Hollywood talking down to nerds and normos alike, acting like we’re too fucking stupid to realize that what they’re serving us is a hunk of shit with terrible dialogue, acting, directing and storytelling if it’s sparkly and features a giant space octopus. The worst part is all these self-proclaimed...
“What has propelled us has been a desire for exceptionalism. Disappointment has...”
– Marc Maron, once again proving his brilliance. God DAMN is that right on.
WatchA new song. Part of a song-cycle which is developing in my head. Lyrics below.
The Prophet Speaks
i’m honor bound to you
like a train runnng out of steam
like a long forgoten dream
that left you wanting
you don’t know that means
to rest under these sheets
a dream is just a nightmare
you recall properly
please, just be a friend to me
we count each blessed sign
we suffer no...
Feeling hopelessly, HOPELESSLY uninspired. I feel like I haven’t written anything new of any real merit in forever. It’s starting to nag at me.
The context of this is that:
a) I’m just now finishing up a new record which has yet to be released.
b) I have between 4-7 new songs for a another record ready to go (whether or not these songs are MxM songs remains to be seen).
...
When you’re drunk, things move like claymation; that jerking halting gait. Things can move too quickly, but there are steps missing, buried in the subtleties. It is bad accounting, manifest in reality.
chaosmonkey:
This is, for me, THE Achewood quote.
graphicpunching:
“I wish in the past I had tried more things ‘cause now I know that being in trouble is a fake idea.”
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— Chris Onstad, Achewood creator (via eudaimonist)
This was EXACTLY what I needed to read at this exact moment.
Me and Melissa legit wrote a salty sea shanty for Piratepalooza this weekend. It’s about sailing to Boston, as a tribute to my hometown. It’s pretty baller.
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MxM hits the road and comes back with testimonials. This tour’s theme? “Home”. Go check it out, it gets rather sweet.
We got to spend time with some old friends and new and along the way met up with some great bands and band people, like Nate Logsdon of Mumford’s, Christopher the Conquered, dewi sant and (of course) or good friend Peter Miller of We Are The Willows. Check...
In Chicago, second day of tour. Staying with the fabulously awesome and accommodating dudes of Archie Powell and the Exports (check em out, they rule) in ExportHQ. So far things have been going swimmingly, although the heat here is almost intolerable. Tomorrow, onward to Minneapolis.
No respite for the restless. See you on the other side of greatness.
“Ugh! Malort burps are the worst.”
– Melissa
“Ah alcohol! The cause of, and solution to, all life’s problems.”
– Homer Simpson