March 14, 2003

Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before

According to a leaked State Department report the Domino Theory is still wrong.

Wow.

I'm shocked.

A Boggle Of Thoughts And Information

Overheard cellphone conversation involving young blonde female patron in the entry way to Punch & Judy:
Are you going to bring some blow?[...]If you don't, I'm not coming.

I don't understand why it essentially takes a week to "close" on our new Brooklyn apartment. Getting an apartment in New York involves so many invasive aspects. Credit check, pay stubs, letters from employers, recommendations from former landlords and ex-girlfriends. I feel like the FBI is doing a background check on me. Operation Enduring Lease Negotiation.

It's 26 degrees outside right now. The average temperature for this day is 47 degrees. Winter has never lasted so long...meterologically, physically and mentally. I am going to kick some serious deity ass if the summer is a humid sticky giant piece of shit.

New York City has lost 223,000 jobs in the last two years. The unemployment rate is 8.6% here...5.7% nationally.

Staying up late at night and watching the 1am Sportscenter really tends to ruin the 8-9am Sportscenter.

I have a genuine idiosyncratic fear of pot luck dinners. The idea of putting "food" in my mouth of completely unknown and amateurish origin left sitting out at room temperature for an unknown period of time...oohhh it makes me shudder. Retch. Needless to say then, these Weight Watchers recipe cards from 1974 make me hurl. There's nothing worse than a food photographer with no talent and an axe to grind. I mean this "melon mousse" looks like a bad case of the shits on a plate. And "Frankfurter Spectacular" is...well...spectacular in its utter failure to create saliva.

In the "no way...really?" files today.

Oh shudder, the Dixie Chicks dare question their President!!

The 8 Songs I Listened To On My Completely Unimpeded Way To Work on March 14, 2003

"Laffitte Don't Fail Me Now"--Spoon from The Agony of Laffitte
"Reservations"--Wilco from Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
"Naked In The City Again"--Hot Hot Heat from Make Up The Breakdown
"Hotel Yorba"--The White Stripes from White Blood Cells
"Black Book"--Stephen Malkmus from Stephen Malkmus
"The Other Side"--The Dismemberment Plan from Change
"Wasted And Ready"--Ben Kweller from Sha Sha
"Light Rail Coyote"--Sleater-Kinney from One Beat

March 13, 2003

The Music Keeps Coming...(and I don't mean The Music)

Here's an interesting...well it's okay interview with Roddy Woomble of Idlewild.

Also here is a preview/review of Stephen Malkmus' (okay...and The Jicks) new album Pig Lib. The reviewer says there's three type of Malkmus' fans:
"Stop Breathin"/"Church on White" romantics, well-adjusted "Loretta's Scars"/"Jenny and the Ess-Dog" hipsters, and those annoying "Best Friend's Arm"/"Troubbble" dorks, constantly sticking up for "Hit The Plane Down" even though it makes the rest of us puke.

Hmmm...I don't know where I fit in there. The categories imply exclusivity. I like all of these songs equally, except I'm not a huge fan of "Hit The Plane Down"...it's part of the less than best final two songs of Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain.

I've heard a couple of songs off the new album, namely "Us" and "(Do Not Feed The) Oyster" courtesy of the Matador Records' download page. They sound good. Sorry...I can't remember more right now. I do know that I experienced little to no stomach discomfort after listening.

If I've Said It Once, I've Said It Thousands Of Times...

If you're going to go to a show by a Norwegian death metal group named Mayhem, be prepared for anything...I mean...like getting hit in the melon with a flying sheep's head.

According to All Music Guide, The original vocalist of Mayhem shot himself in the head years back. Oh, by the way, his name was Dead. No...not kidding...his name was Dead.

Dead is dead.

Mayhem's drummer is named Hellhammer. Hellhammer wears a necklace made up of his own skull fragments. At least it's his own.

Mayhem's former guitarist Euronymous reportedly "cooked and ate pieces of Dead's brain." Oh man...this is too much for me to keep up with, here's more:
Euronymous, in turn, was stabbed to death while in his underwear on August 10, 1993, by the band's bass player, Count Grishnackh (born Christian Vikernes). Grishnackh's alleged motive was jealousy over the fact that Euronymous had a more evil reputation; he inflicted 23 separate wounds, it was also rumored, so as to outdo rival band Emperor's drummer, Faust, who was convicted in the stabbing death of a homosexual acquaintance. When police arrested Grishnackh, they found over 150 kg of stolen dynamite in his house, complete with a plan to blow up a large church on a religious holiday. Grishnackh went on to pursue his electronic-influenced project Burzum while in prison[.]

Wow. That's rawk. Fighting over who is more evil...hardcore.

Regardless...

of your views on a war with Iraq or the Beastie Boys, this Beastie Boys anti-war song sucks ass.

Big ass.

The 9 Songs I Listened To While I Was Late To Work This Morning

"He War"--Cat Power from You Are Free
"Towner"--Spoon from Telephono
"The World Loves Us And Is Our Bitch"--McLusky from McLusky Do Dallas
"Sign Of Your Love"--Annie Hayden from The Rub
"In This City"--Enon from High Society
"So Many Animal Calls"--Q And Not U from Different Damage
"Last Nite"--The Strokes from Is This It
"A Baby For Pree"--Neutral Milk Hotel from On Avery Island
"Red Eyes And Tears"--Black Rebel Motorcycle Club from B.R.M.C.

March 11, 2003

LIfe Has Gone On Even If Blogging Has Not...

I have taken off a few days from blogging to do a bit of living. Among other things, here's what has happened in the past few days or so.

On Thursday night, Field Mouse and I checked out Idlewild and the French Kicks at Irving Plaza. The singer for the French Kicks, once behind the drumset, is now an entirely uncharismatic and spindly figure fronting like a karaoke singer center stage. It's a bit unnerving. Idlewild served up an amazingly energetic and extremely LOUD show of their melodic Scottish arena-ready punk rock. I simply don't think that there is a better live act out there right now. As far as I'm concerned Idlewild should be the biggest band on the planet. There's really no reason why not...except for some incredibly botched late American distribution of The Remote Part.

On Friday night, Field Mouse and I returned to Irving Plaza to use our scalped Interpol and Raveonettes tickets. It wasn't worth it. Well it was a good show and all, but it's the third time I've seen Interpol tour behind essentially the same songs. They don't really have a back catalog yet. Besides, I don't think you can really expect an amazing live show from a band that plays a lot of midtemp songs. I've thought the same thing leaving each one of their shows. Well that was...good...I guess.

As opposed to having my ears ring for an entire day after the Idlewild show. I actually like the Raveonettes a lot more than I had figured I would...it was like the Jesus and Mary Chain had reformed all over again...or wait...are they still together? No...I guess they broke up.

On the weekend we looked for a new apartment in....the leafy baby-stroller kingdom known as Park Slope, Brooklyn. Yes, after two years on the mighty Lower East Side, it looks as though Field Mouse and I feel it is time to move on. I'll save an entire blog post for the reasons why. I will miss the LES for sure. It is what I think of when I think of New York. I fit in here. However, Park Slope offers an apartment that is quieter, cheaper and bigger, as well as a neighborhood that is quieter, cheaper, and less hip. I just want to live in a nice place without sirens, pumpin' car stereos, and loudmouths with cellphones outside new up and coming wine bars. [Rant--A fucking year and a half after September 11th and the world has gone to shit. We've taken a world of goodwill and flushed it down the toilet. Everybody wants a Hummer (and we're not talkin' blowjobs). The economy is in the toilet. The new worthless shallow restaurants keep coming...the fashion keeps getting trashier...nothing has changed...one bit.]

One thing I've hated since moving to New York is that "hip" seems to mean expensive and snotty. I yearn for the "come as you are" years of the early 90s...or at least the regular folks punk rock bars of Chicago. As our street here gets "hipper" it gets "lamer." Fuck B&T...the real problem on the LES is the UESers and UWSers slumming it on a Friday night.

Oh well. Tomorrow is an adventure. More so than most days.