Tuesday, October 26, 2010

concerted effort: i

so, you (and there is only one of you, methinks) may have noticed that i have not been blogging. i have my reasons; for example, i am going to give birf in a month. i have been preoccupied. i will do these as i can - i'm up to the Ks right now, so i need to go back and blog the Js as well.

i'm driving to work now, so my hours of walking and el riding and listening to the ipod has turned into a happy ride with NPR. i don't feel the slightest bit guilty that i am now driving - i took public transit for 10 years and do not miss the waiting, the crowds, the germs, the ignorant assholes who let pregnant women stand while they "don't notice." i haven't been reading or listening to music the way that the train used to force me to, though.

bands:

from i'm from barcelona to ivana xl

worst band name:
i'm from barcelona? i am kloot? i monster? take your pick. although i love you but i've chosen darkness, while not succinct, is a GREAT band name.

number of songs by the i artists:

at start: 223
at end: 187

dates:

6/21/10-7/6/10

highlights/surprises:

band with the most tracks before deleting anything: indigo girls (71)

deleted:

india.arie's second album, "voyage to india." i kept her first album, as it was earnest but cool singer-songwriter guitar-driven acoustic jammy stuff, but then i got bored.

lessons learned/randoms:

omg the indigo girls are fucking boring. eb has a great story about how her walkman was stolen out of her locker when she was in high school, but the thief had taken her indigo girls tape out and left it - that is hysterical. i have so many indigo girls albums because my good friend in high school was obsessed with them and would give me one of their cds for every holiday and birthday so that i could also understand the importance of this band to her. in retrospect, maybe she was trying to tell me something.

i only have four iggy pop songs, but they all feel really iconic and are awesome.

my parents' first date was to see ike and tina turner, which is hysterical, because my parents are and were SUPER SQUARE. my favorite is "river deep, mountain high." it's too bad that ike is even mentioned on these songs - tina is the badass and the talent.

interpol is a band i never think about but enjoy when they are playing.

INXS. hearts.

the isley brother's "summer breeze" makes me think of drinking malibu run with cranberry juice and eating half-price burgers and chainsmoking at the toledo lounge in 2003, when my favorite bartender would play this on the jukebox and slip me free drinks. this song even reminds me of how the bar smelled - water damage and stale smoke. sigh. good times.

Sunday, July 04, 2010

concerted effort: h


bands:
from haale to howe gelb (who and who?)

worst band name:
hootie and the blowfish, of course. legendarily bad. if i had a hoobastank song or two, that would win, but alas, no.

number of songs by the H artists:
at start: 291
at end: 222

dates:

6/2/10 - 6/21/10

highlights/surprises:

band with the most tracks before deleting anything: hole (53) and hanson (46). they really don't have a lot in common.

i downloaded harvey danger's little by little when they posted it for free online when it first came out in 2005 and you know, i really really like it. "little round mirrors" is a fantastic song, and the entire album is smart, fun and good. you can still get it here.

i love horace andy's "feel good all over." i first heard it at my friend's apartment in brooklyn on a steamy summer day and i got all excited because it sounds like an elderly woman who has nothing to be happy about but is anyway. spoiler: horace is a raggae dude who was in his 20s when it was recorded.

my love for hanson has been documented before. i will just say that i had a drunken conversation with pos' cousin's girlfriends after a black keys show and we were talking music and she is a total hipster and we started naming guilty pleasures and i mentioned hanson and she got really intense and was like "DON'T EVER APOLOGIZE FOR LIKING HANSON." turns out she is a total superfan. so, yes, hanson still has a fan base, hidden amongst those you wouldn't ever suspect.

deleted:

to the chagrin of many of my friends, i really don't like the hold steady. that guy's voice is totally annoying. the guitarist is from my hometown. i have tried to listen and enjoy and just can't.

a hot snakes album. i saw them in dc. that's all i remember. the album is pretty forgettable as well.

the particulary bad hootie songs. yes, i kept some.

lessons learned/randoms:


i was at my eye doctor's last week and they were playing one of those really bad top-40 radio stations, and hootie and the blowfish's "hold my hand" came on in between some katy perry monstrosity and no doubt's "hella good." that single came out in 1994, yo, SIXTEEN YEARS AGO, and it's still getting played on top-40 radio, and it still fits in. their debut album (the only one i own) went platinum SIXTEEN TIMES. so hootie and the blowfish are not revered artists, and their subsequent albums went nowhere, but me and 15,999,999 other people liked them enough at one time to pay for the cd. listening to this for the first time in forever, it's not that bad. it's cargo-shorts college-town jangly pop with acoustic guitars, so this band paved the way for the dave matthews band's popularity, along with a handful of non-threatening southern dudes with earnest love songs (edwin mccain, sister hazel, fastball, other bands you haven't heard from since the 90s). i actually think it's pretty awesome that darius rucker ("hootie" as he will forever be thought of) became a country star and has had three #1 country hits, especially considering a black dude hadn't been at the top of the country charts in 25 years.

hot IQs is a fun denver band who i got to see open for someone once (and i got a cute little button that looks like a calculator with HOT IQS in the "screen" area, like where you could type 55378008 and turn it upside down and it would say "BOOBLESS" to the delight of other 5th graders, and i made it into a magnet that resides on my fridge). anyway, look for "retromuff," which is my favorite.

eb put hip hop hoodio's "dicks and noses" on a mix cd for me a few years ago and its super juvenile but i love it. they're a latino jewish rap group (yes) and some of their lyrics include "you like our dicks and you like our noses/you see a jewish guy and you forget where your clothes is."

heartless bastards' female lead singer sounds . . . how shall i put this . . . a little, err, "touched"? she has a great gravelly voice, don't get me wrong, but there is this odd twinge of daniel johnston mentally deranged that i detect layered in there.

hole. the irritating thing about courtney love is that live through this is completely amazing (many people believe it's because kurt wrote most of the music) and celebrity skin, while irritating in that grating starfucker hollywood namedrop mode that courtney wants you to be envious of, it is also a really solid album. i fucking LOVED that band in high school. and now . . . and now. the wrong one died.

i said to pos near the end of this installment, "i should be done with the Hs tomorrow," and he replied, "the real question is, when do you get your life back?" i laughed so hard i teared up.

i'm running a little behind - i'm almost done with the i's already. the j's are gonna take forever.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

concerted effort: g

bands:
from gang of four to gypsy and the cat

worst band name:
get him eat him (both songs were deleted)
(also: Gorky's Zygotic Mynci, howeverthefuck that's pronounced - apparently they broke up in 2006)

i didn't do this category for the previous letters. i should go back and do so.

number of songs by the G artists:

at start: 570
at end: 375

dates:

4/23/10-6/1/10

highlights/surprises:

band with the most tracks before deleting anything: green day (53) followed by guns n roses (50)

deleted:


a live girl talk set. i often have an aversion to live albums, especially if they aren't off of the mixing board, and a live dj set from a guy who just presses play on his laptop kind of defeats the purpose, right? pos and i saw the girl talk set at lollapalooza last year or the year before. fucking asshole kids with their asshole fashion and asshole dancing. i had never been surrounded by a more annoying group of assholes in my life. proof that i am approaching too old.

this may be unpopular to admit to my hipster friends, but most of guided by voices. i don't get it. sorry. also gone: all of grandaddy. couldn't force myself to care.

more than half of gwen stefani's vapid, retarded solo album.

i tried to delete a godsmack song and pos removed it from the "maybedelete" playlist. foiled again!

lessons learned/randoms:


and i thought that eminem had a persecution complex - em has nothing on w. axl rose (or, you know, bill bailey). supermodel-beating homophobic racist sexist piece of shit (although he claims that songs like "one in a million" are just, like, misunderstood, and he loves elton john. wait . . . so does eminem). i'm not gonna lie. i like some guns n roses songs. i kept a few. the singles mostly, and the ones that i somehow know by heart, because as a kid in rural wisconsin, you don't listen to "get in the ring" and think "what an angry, petty little man," you think "hahaha, he just said some nasty shit. this album rules." also, i can't listen to "welcome to the jungle" without thinking of jim carrey (in a daring dramatic role) poorly lip syncing in the dirty harry movie the dead pool (and the members of gnr attending his funeral). omg i just watched the jim carrey scenes for the first time in like 20 years - liam neeson! what are YOU doing there? also, i am pregnant (yes, for real, eeeeeks) and even though i am only 15 weeks along and there is no way that babyfriend can hear, much less understand, i don't like listening to piss and vinegar. bad mojo.

greg laswell covering kristin hersh's "your ghost" is beautiful. i love that song. both versions. michael stipe is on kristin's.

sigh . . . i really dislike genesis. pos really likes them. they stay. unfortunately. that's what i get for marrying a prog rock fan who was 15 in 1985.

i love george michael. he's a literal hot mess and really needs to stop getting fucked up (and fucked) in public, but he is awesome. even if the lyrics to "father figure" makes me throw up in my mouth. i like how he spent the 80s and 90s projecting a complete "i only fuck supermodels" vibe, just to come out later and be like "oh, by the way, i'm totally fucking gay, so, yeah, anyway . . ."

ghostland observatory are this random electroclash band that i thoroughly enjoy. surprisingly, they are from austin.

i only have three goldfrapp songs and i like. might look into more.

big hearts for gorillaz. i overpaid to see them in dc a few years ago, but it was still mad fun. cartoon band better than fat albert's.

listening to green day's dookie made me feel 17 years old. i actually really like american idiot, even though i hadn't listened to it all the way through until now. not quite sure how well it translates to broadway, but still a fun powerpoppunk record.

on to the H's.

Monday, April 26, 2010

concerted effort: f


bands:
from fabienne delsol to fyfe dangerfield

number of songs by the f artists:

at start: 454
at end: 367

dates:

3/31/10-4/23/10


highlights/surprises:

band with the most tracks: flaming lips (120)

faith no more's angel dust is one of the best hard rock albums evah. "be aggressive" and "everything's ruined" fucking KILL.

even though i like feist, she can get pretty effing boring.

i love fiona apple. always have, always will. when the pawn (i am not going to type the whole name out) is an excellent album and one of my staples.

i really like florence + the machine's lungs. i was really disappointed with their show at the house of blues last month. their cover of robert palmer's "addicted to love" is awesome - pick it up from one of these posts.

i don't speak french but for some reason i always end up with random french pop songs in my itunes (perhaps i have plastic bertrand's "ca plane por moi" to blame - me and ps, driving in a shitty borrowed car in dc ten years ago on our way to shows, this song on an old mix tape turned up loud). i dig the france gall and francois hardy i somehow acquired.

fujiya & miyagi - love them. awesome electobritpoprobotrock. i saw them open for peter bjorn & john with cd and zp a few years ago at the 9:30 club and i thought that f&m were way better than pb&j. i love "collarbone," and the hood internet's mash-up "the new collarbone" is with dr dre and snoop and i fucking love it. get it here.

the face's "ohh la la" - never get tired of that one. and i like that it's ronnie wood and not barfy old rod stewart singing. not that ronnie wood isn't gross. he is. not as sick as bill wyman, though, of course.

deleted:


the futureheads debut and franz ferdinand's second album - i've seen both of them before, and was pretty meh about them, and their albums are pretty meh for me as well (although i am keeping the first franz album because i bought it when i was on vacay in rehoboth with mob and cd and i am nostalgic like that).

the foo fighters album there is nothing left to lose - except your dignity, i suppose. that's harsher than it needs to be. they're fine. i just want the first two albums and have little use for the rest of them - although "one by one" is a great song. i really like the foo's first album - it's so quiet and not-nirvana (or later dave grohl projects like them crooked vultures or queens of the stone age) that i was really taken with it when i was in high school, and "walking after you" on their second album is super-perfect creepy-stalker lovely. then they seemed to lose the plot - perhaps around the time that grohl donned a fat suit for their lame "learning to fly" song's heavy-rotation-on-mtv-designed video. but maybe that's just his power pop group and he has his other projects to make different types of rock with. while i know better than to care about musician's personal lives, i have to believe that he seriously fucked over louise post, if veruca salts' resolver is any indication. the fact that he is co-owner of the black cat in dc makes me completely appreciate him.

a bunch of frente! songs that i found on music blogs. i had a moment where i remembered liking them a lot in high school, so i downloaded a bunch and now they are making their way right back out of my library. not a good name for a band. not a good band.

i was torn about deleting the frank zappa song "ride my face to chicago," because it is a song about chicago, but then i just went ahead, because it is a song about riding frank zappa's face.

lessons learned/randoms:


so you know how some couples have a pact where each person gets to choose the one person who they are allowed to sleep with if the opportunity ever arises, and the other person can't get mad? this usually works best when the person is a celebrity or world figure and not, like, your neighbor. early on in our relationship, as a joke, we decided that pos' is eva green, and mine is wayne coyne. yes, i could have picked anyone in the world, and i picked wayne. first of all, i think he is soooo cute. i love his graying curls and beard - in fact, when pos' hair curls in a certain way around his face i get all excited and say "wayne coyne hair!!!" secondly, he is a creative genius, and i love his raspy voice. so this past halloween, i was in new orleans for work, and i heard a rumor that the flaming lips were staying at my hotel (which i believed, as it was the voodoo music fest weekend, i was at the w, and i had spent the previous night drinking with kiss in the lobby bar. and when i say "drinking with" i mean that we were in the same room drinking at the same time). i texted pos with this information, excited that i might run into wayne. he texted back something like "i know that he's your one, but please don't sleep with him." which i thought was soooo cute and charming. i think pos wasn't taking in consideration the other half of the equation - your one has to want to sleep with you, too. i personally think that wayne is too classy to fuck some random star-struck girl who is staying at the same hotel - maybe that's why i chose him in the first place. as for ms green, my husband is a very attractive man, but he doesn't spend much time in france, so . . .

anyway, have i mentioned that the flaming lips is probably my favorite band? my brother had me listen to the soft bulletin on a discman while driving home from my grandma's house on christmas night 2000, and my jaw literally dropped. i used to buy that cd for everyone for every occasion, i just wanted everyone to have it and love it the way i do. "what is the light?" is one of the greatest love songs of all time. i make sure to always try to go see the lips when they are in chicago, which is almost every year, and i always feel like i am at the best birthday party that was ever thrown for me. i even carry around a piece of orange confetti in my wallet from last december's show at the allstate arena - they just make me so goddamn happy!

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

concerted effort: e


bands:
from eagle seagull to extreme

number of songs by the E artists:

at start: 585
at end: 439

dates:

2/28/10 - 3/30/10

highlights/surprises:
band with the most tracks: elastica with 52 (this is more than the number of actual songs that they ever wrote - this includes a BBC Radio One session that they recorded and some covers)


deleted:


a ton of eminem. i had a few of his albums and i never listened to them, and three days of that shit was more than enough. i'm all for creative license and artists' rights and freedom of speech, but fuck, i don't want to listen to shit about some douche rapper raping and killing women. i kept a few tracks but i'm not really all that interested. he has quite the persecution complex.

"more than words" by extreme. very 7th grade for me. no use for it.

the elected. now i know that i only like jenny lewis' contributions to rilo kiley. blake sennet, on his own, is a whiny mess.

about 20 songs from everclear. oh, is this song about how you grew up poor with bad parents and then you did a lot of heroin, and you love your daughter? i do love the song "now that it's over" - a great fuck-you break up song. their cover of "brown-eyed girl" is really bad. what's awesome is that when i was trying to figure out what song we should dance to at my wedding for the dad/bride dance, my sister was like "how about 'brown-eyed girl'?" it gave me a complex that my own sister doesn't even know what i look like, or care enough to have noticed that my eyes are blue.

lessons learned/randoms:

every time i hear "the boy's bad news" by eagles of death metal, i look around for my phone - it's the ringtone that pos chose for himself when he calls. i love that song. that laugh at the beginning! it always makes people jump when my phone starts laughing.

when "u make me want to drink bleach" by easyworld (from the album better ways to self-destruct) popped up, i was expecting a dirge mess with possible emo overtones - but it's a really pretty song! apparently i have the "stylophone mix" of the song - how DO i find these things? - so i can't vouch for the original, but i like it a lot.

echo and the bunnymen - rad. "the killing moon" is fantastic, and "bring on the dancing horses" and "lips like sugar" are perfect.

engelbert humperdink is due for a resurgence - maybe quentin tarantino can use some of his songs in an ironic way and make all the kids want to sing along like he did with "son of a preacher man" in pulp fiction. the name engelbert humperdink alone is fucking amazing.

i love erasure - listening to them for two days was like a big gay dance party for a commute. my favorite is "drama!" - i was once extolling the virtues of that song to mob and he said that he and his friends always substituted "one homosexual drama after another" for the lyrics "one psychological drama."

eva cassidy had such a beautiful voice. so sad that she died so young. also gone too soon: elliott smith. you must have to really want it to be over to stab yourself in the fucking heart. stupid.

sometimes amazon.com makes a mistake when they send you your order. i was just talking to mc about this - he and jk hosted a bacon dinner party (i made these - seriously - and everyone made comparable ridiculous and amazing bacon-wrapped and bacon-stuffed food. i can't eat bacon for weeks, if not months, now) and there was a shrink-wrapped cd called bellydancer superstars 3 or something, and mc said that it was randomly mailed with the books and stuff he had ordered, and didn't bother to send it back. this happened to me a few years ago - it's how i ended up with the very best of edith piaf. this might be sacrilege, but i thought the biopic a few years ago was too boring to finish.

of all of the shows i've been to, i think the most fun i have ever had at a concert was elastica at the 9:30 club in dc in october 2000. peaches opened and i'm sorry, but she was terrible. there was this strange guy with her named gonzales who sort of provided beats for her with his boombox. i was already totally drunk and booing (as were many others) and she was like "you fuckers better not be like this for elastica." no worries, peaches - i fucking love elastica. i was so wasted i curled up under a green line metro bench when it was time to go home. i'm so glad i got to see them - i read in a recent spin that justine is now a painter in america with no plans to return to music, and donna became a born-again.

elton john. hearts. huge hearts. what's funny is that i LOVE him and HATE billy joel, and since they always seem to be touring together, i will not pay money to sit through billy joel. elton is trashy and classy and recorded some of the most senseless, weird pop ever (see: my years-ago analysis of "grey seal") but can still convey amazing heartbreak and love and longing. when not singing about the lion king - that shit is lame.

the song "fuck it" by eamon is so juvenile. love it.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

a new viewpoint in the ongoing debate.

this was taped up on a support beam in the pulaski orange line el stop's parking lot this morning.



and yes, i did submit it to passive-aggressive notes. strangely, it looks a lot like the note i found taped to my apartment's front gate a few years ago ("opera singer: close your windows or shut up. we don't want to listen to you"). that one was actually published in the passive-aggressive notes book.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

concerted effort: d



well, that took longer than expected. i thought that i would listen to the rest of the Ds and move on to the Es while on my delayed-but-amazing honeymoon to kauai, hawaii, but the last thing i wanted to do while lounging in the sun at our perfect beachfront resort was to listen to duran duran or the dresden dolls. we weren't there for the tsunami warning, but damn am i glad that it turned out to be nothing.


bands:
from Daft Punk to Dylan at the Movies

number of songs by the D artists:

at start: 882
at end: 763

the band with the most tracks is, of course, one of my old standby favorites, depeche mode, with 96. surprisingly, i don't have violator. i mean, i have had it in various formats over the years, and know that album quite well, but it never made it into my itunes library. i will have to go wading through the giant plastic storage bins that now house my cds and find it. remember when your cd collection was a thing of pride, an alphabetical library that you encouraged friends and visitors to peruse, and you would lovingly pack and repack way too many boxes of cds every time you moved? now i just toss them into a box in the basement and wonder if it's worth my time to try to sell them on amazon (because, really, who buys cds anymore?).

dates:

1/20/10 - 2/27/10

highlights/surprises:

"yours" by dan black. fun!

"holiday in cambodia" by the dead kennedys is seriously a great song and is going onto my next car cd mix so that i can road rage my way to the train in the morning. "pol pot!"

dan le sac vs scroobious pip. need more. i played "thou shalt always kill" over and over two or three years ago when i found it online, and all of their other stuff is also infectious. love it.

i saw the album cover to david gilmour's about face in the album-flow itunes function and i swear i thought for a minute that pos had downloaded some lame american idol kid singer's album. sorry, i'm not a huge floyd fan, okay? sorry. he's kinda pretty in that photo. that, or he looks like buffalo bill from silence of the lambs. one or the other.

i ADORE david bowie. ("you betcha" will always belong to him - not to that conniving pathetic idiot governor drop-out). i got really into bowie my freshman year of college and for a while it was all bowie, all the time. my favorite bowie song is "young americans" because it's terribly catchy and he sings his ass off, but i also love the old ziggy stardust songs, the rehabbing-in-berlin low songs, the mid-90s collaborations with nine inch nails. david bowie is the dignified male madonna - ever-changing, always gorgeous, the very model of fashion. love him.

the distillers are the band that hole wishes it could be. i just got the new spin in the mail and courtney love is on the cover and i was just like "good luck selling any copies of this one." people need to quit giving her copy space.


the dead milkmen were a favorite of my older brother when we were young - he was a member of the columbia house record club and got beelzebubba on vinyl (part of the ten-records-for-a-penny scam that they used to do). while best known for "punk rock girl," we would listen to that record and laugh and laugh - i mean, "smoking banana peels" is comedy gold when you're 11 years old. our mother, who has probably the most literal sense of humor ever, was APPALLED by them. she was dead serious when she sat us down to dissect the lyrics sheet, to DISCUSS the ISSUES that were in the album, such as how the song "bleach boys" was about SUICIDE, which was a VERY SERIOUS THING. whatever, mom - "i'm so bored i'm drinking bleach!"



deleted:

most of the darkness' debut album. death from above 1979's album "you're a woman, i'm a machine" (all but the title track). everything that friends gave me by the decemberists - they are wretched, as this list of top-five-overrated-indie-rock-bands attests to (i agree with almost all choices on this list - i do love spoon, though). lots of "where the hell did this come from?" crap.

lessons learned/random:


i need to find some more delta spirit. "trashcan" is fun.

we saw the dead trees open for the features and the whigs a few months ago and they were the best band that night. i bought the fort music ep at the show and should get the new stuff - they were really good - guitar-driven but lackadaisical. apparently they are adam green's touring band.

david gray is like a cup of irish breakfast tea the way i like it, with sugar and milk: soothing, sweet, toasty. does that make him sound boring and lame? i mean it as a compliment - he is really one of my go-to musicians to make me feel calm. which is funny, because i played white ladder over and over the spring i broke up with someone, and i played life in slow motion over and over the autumn i fell in love with pos: two very different feelings wrapped into his beautiful voice. "the one i love" opened my wedding mix that we handed out as a favor - i suppose that sounds retarded, but that song does mean a lot to me. random awesomeness: he was in the venus in furs from velvet goldmine.

pos really digs the dirty projectors. i'm kinda "meh" about them. "stillness is the move" is a cool song but i don't know - i can't really get into them. also, pos is really into deerhoof - we saw them a few months ago - but i am lukewarm at best.

let me tell you about how i found myself kissing daniel johnston. (ps: i don't think many women can say this about themselves. and that is not bragging). it was not long after pos and i had just watched the documentary about his life and music, and we were in austin for sxsw in march 2007. we stayed at a serious dump that was nowhere near downtown or anything not-shitty (hello bikinis sports bar and grill, your brunch was unsurprisingly nasty). daniel johnston has a rather memorable voice, and he is hard to miss, physically. we were coming upstairs for the night and passed him hanging out on the motel balcony/hallway outside his room, smoking and chugging a 2 liter of mountain dew, and we went to go say hi. i introduced myself and shook his hand, but he kept calling me marjorie and said "looking good!" we asked for a photo, and he was with a bunch of guys who couldn't have been older than 22 (his new band, i believe). one of them said "only if you kiss him," and that seemed reasonable (unshaven cheek, not mouth - please). pos didn't seem to mind - he was in the photo but i cropped him out because we are not really interested in having our names and photos all over the internet, and BOTH of the people who read this blog ARE NOT TO BE TRUSTED. after the photo and kiss, he got really shy and awkward - the whole thing was pretty awkward. i don't have a lot of his music, but he is an interesting guy.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

concerted effort: c


seriously, if it takes me a month for each letter, we're looking at this project lasting over two years.

bands:
from C-Mone to Cyndi Lauper

number of songs by the C artists:

at start: 637
at end: 497 (i am getting better at deleting the shit i don't want or need)

dates:

12/15/09 - 1/17/10

highlights/surprises:

band with the most tracks: coldplay (96)

candie payne - fun 50s-girl-group-inspired dance pop, less gimmicky-seeming than the pipettes.

"take it to fantastic" - cannonball jane. catchy. kinda strange.

i have a few tracks from the album "On Cutting Ti-Gers in Half and Understanding Narravation" by candy bars. terrible name for a record, good songs.

i have two somgs by cameron mcgill that make me want to look for more stuff by him. well done, sir!

i love carl carlton's "everlasting love." so freaking cute and great, i will forgive his momma for naming him carl when his last name is carlton.

carla bruni: france's first lady. former model. former love interest of many famous musicians. i don't understand a word of her songs, but they're beautiful.

um, it's pretty awkward that chris garnea is a dude. when "not nice," the only song from him that i own, came up on, i was like "oh, what a nice rachael yamagata song!"

not deleting courtney love's solo album "america's sweetheart" was an act of charity. it is breathtaking in how out of touch with normalcy/reality/tunefulness it is.


deleted:

most of the carpenter's "singles: 1969-1981." missing from that compilation is "bless the beasts and the children," the theme song to the most terrifying middle-school-curriculum young adult novel and movie that we read and saw in the 7th grade and fucking scarred me. correct me if i'm wrong, but didn't the story's climax involve a bunch of loser kids being shot while on a bus?

cinderella's "don't know what you got" from a shitty power ballads compilation i bought at target a buncha years ago just for the song "sister christian." hmmm. yes, delete. don't judge me for the pause.

most of collective soul's greatest hits. yeah, i said "most of." yeah, i know.

lessons learned/randoms:


the clash are fucking awesome. this is a lesson i knew but sort of forgot. "hateful" is a favorite.

i have a cover of cold war kids doing fiona apple's "fast as you can" live and it is worth finding. actually, here ya go.

"when water comes to life" by cloud cult. yes.

i liked the clientele when i first heard them, but now, meh. i deleted everything except for "k" and "since k got over me" and that's pretty much just because my name starts with k. too lame to admit?

cocorosie - good for two tracks just to keep shit weird. three is too many.

i've been listening to pandora at work and like a lot of what i hear but the only album i have purchased as a direct result is charlotte martin's "on your shore." it's pretty - sort of tori-esque piano-driven rock and ballads without the aggressive weirdness. pos was impressed that i found her, as he really likes failure, her husband's band. also, she was in the miss usa pageant in the 90s.

wow, i forgot how annoying counting crows is. delete.

dragging my ass to work on a misty january morning listening to the cure felt very appropriate.

conversation i just had while playing "i drove all night":
pos: wow, you've got quite the selection going tonight.
me: i'm finishing up the C's!
pos: what the hell is this?
me: cyndi lauper!
pos: you just said that like i was supposed to know.
(time lapse: 3 minutes)
pos: this song is horrible. she should have drove home.

next: d. maybe i will be done in a record-breaking 29 days.

Monday, January 11, 2010

animals! i like them!


i start interviewing for an open position in my division this week. i have over 60 resumes for a job that only requires 3 year's project management experience and the pay is in the 40s, and almost everyone is so over-qualified it makes me wanna cry for them. there are applicants who are certified in things i don't even know what they're talking about, a guy who used to do i.t. for wal-mart's headquarters ($84 an hour), people older than my dad . . . oh, yeah, and pos' ex-girlfriend (um, seriously? are you being a stalker or are you for real?). interviewing people is really nerve-wracking - like, are you really as good as you seem? are you secretly an asshole and i will only discover this slowly but surely, when it's way too late? are you going to end up being a sociopath? if this dude came in for an interview, i would hire him. if only it were that simple.

i still think that working for me would be better than this job. well, maybe.

ready, set, calm yourself with this adorable collection of photos of a fawn and a bunny.

all animals, all the time (sorry, really) tonight: these photos of animals in utero are gorgeous creepy.

i swear that i'm not sitting at home in a sweatsuit and laughing at cathy comics and gluing magazine cutouts of baby animals into my special happy-thoughts notebook.

i really really love florence + the machine right now. lungs is an awesome album. just downloaded a not-shitty cover of "addicted to love." i put "falling" on my 2010 new years mix that no one except for friends i see on a regular basis has yet received because the fucking automatic machine at the post office is a LIAR and apparently, even though it only charged me $1.05 per padded envelope i was sending out, it was supposed to have charged me $1.59, and i have a stack of returned envelopes sitting in a bag in my kitchen that i am angry at. so, if you're waiting for yours, you'll get it - when i am not too pissy to address the situation.

okay, one more animal link - this lab rat (about 1:40 in, but watch the whole thing) chose cocaine over food and water and self-injected itself until it died. if only it had been able to join others in a fellowship that featured the jesus factor.

sometimes old tried-and-true tricks don't work (click to make larger and be sure to read the professor's note). bonus points for this kid.

a new nomination for the worst album cover of all time here.

sensitive supermarket advertising ploy here.

so, like, where do i sign up? i just hope that he looks like this. speaking of dudes who look like that, pos and i went out to dinner and to see avatar in 3d on friday (it was, of course, spectacular and retarded at the same time) and our waiter was this really over-talkative and sweaty d&d kid who was like "and how are you on this fine second weekend of the new year? can i get you a drink, madam? sir? ahhh, yes, excellent choices, excellent. i'm going to go get those for you and then swing back around to tell you about our scrumptious specials." he seriously said, when he came back, "just so you know, i'm not merely your waiter tonight but a wizard who will conjure up whatever it is that you choose from the menu." pos and i stared at each other in a silent competition to see who would lose composure first.

this probably isn't real. but oh do i hope it is. click to enlarge.

accidentally inappropriate: my favorite. here are some games and puzzles that should have been double-checked.

i am currently wading though the C bands in my itunes for possible deletion and overall need to vary what it is that i listen to. this morning, on the train, i was listening to my three coolio songs and i was thinking 1) remember when this was considered good? 2) maybe this was never good and 3) i hope no one can hear this coming out of my earphones. if it had been mc trebek, maybe i would have shaken my ass a little.

i'm really looking forward to having kids.

another excellent "people asking the stupidest questions fathomable on yahoo answers" link.

okay, fuck it, i lied - two more animal links - a news item and a really great photography collection posted by the guy who made the amazing american psycho homage/talking heads cover video (it's a must-see).

husband home soon. must meet him at the door with a bourbon, his slippers and folded newspaper.

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

10 items or less


i said i would blog more, so dammit, i will.

my friend cl has a new blog about cooking, gardening, and cooking things that she gardened. it is called my way around the kitchen and can be found here.

hmmm, which one for iced tea? oh, yes, of course. (insert dubm joke about how there should be a selection of hot cocoa for his wife. although, i don't really think she's hot, just . . . difficult to understand, hard to look at, and hard to look away from).

i like the screenshots i've seen of bad questions asked on yahoo questions, and the amazing responses that they receive. such as this.

ahh, college roommates. my freshman year roommate was literally insane and even though we only lived together for three months, she scarred me. i kept a page from one of her sociology papers that she wrote before being expelled and it is seriously so goddamn deranged that i bust it out every now and then - hj staged a dramatic reading of it at the last bookclub meeting (the plague - only got to page 75, even though it was my suggestion. sorry fellow bookclubbers) and it was met by peals of laughter and howls of derision. to be transcripted here someday soon. anyway, yeah, i bet these guys became lifelong friends.

why the face, wisconsin? i love you because i am from you and i hate you because you're you.

why i love graffiti: because, deep down, we are all 12-year-old boys.

i know that this was first posted in june, but it is timeless and so bizarrely soothing to me. i want the mp3 (link expired on this site). [time lapse: 4 minutes]. aaaaand, done. thanks, hypemachine!

name fail here. name win here.

husband is home. gonna go. not terrible for the first post of linx in foreverever.

Saturday, January 02, 2010

i am literate: booksh i read in 2009


i need to stop reading books that i hate reading, know that they suck, and resent taking up time that could be spent reading things i actually like. here are the books i read, ranked in order of lovelovelove to utterly terrible.

the handmaid's tale - margaret atwood (how is it possible that i had never read this before?!?!)
life of pi - yann martel
a mercy - toni morrison
the best american nonrequired reading 2008
the lovely bones - alice sebold
so big - edna ferber
never let me go - kazuo ishiguro
the time traveler's wife - audrey niffenegger
fat pig: a play - neil labute
freakonomics: a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything - steven d. levitt
housekeeping vs. the dirt - nick hornby
ripped: how the wired generation revolutionized music - greg kot
how sassy changed my life: a love letter to the greatest teen magazine of all time - kara jesella
the contortionist's handbook - craig clevenger
the brief wondrous life of oscar wao - junot diaz
at weddings and wakes - alice mcdermott
the kite runner - khaled hosseini
the professor and the madman: a tale of murder, insanity, and the making of the oxford english dictionary - simon winchester
lowboy - john wray
cherry - mary karr
something borrowed - emily giffin
american wife - curtis sittenfeld
julie and julia: my year of cooking dangerously - julie powell (i fucking hated this book)

"i am the sun, i am the new year, i'm the way home" - the breeders, "new year"

i was able to get some drinks with cl and ea at 42 n. latitude when they were in town from eugene for the holidays and it was much too short of a visit. ea told me that he has a friend who i have never even met who reads this blog and misses my regular posting. since it's a new year and all, and i have to come to terms with the fact that the days at the office will likely never again return to me lazily reading the interwebs and posting when i feel like it, i want to make a bit more effort to post.

speaking with ea, cl, our mutual college friend (and fellow chicagoan who i only run into at mike doughty shows) sr, and their collection of friends at latitude, i made a little list in the notebook i carry around. it is:

www.qwantz.com
Master + Margarita
blog more
Lava Lamp = cold vodka in pilsner with jello shots inside

thank you for your recommendations, friends, and i hope to see you more often.

anyway, i haven't been reading the news or keeping up with emails during my little holiday break. i have been shredding old papers, organizing closets, cooking (i baked snickerdoodles for pos this morning - ag and i had a joke about how the way to seduce teddy kennedy would be with gin and snickerdoodles. i got his memoir at myopic books and it is on the short-list of books i want to read soon, meaning i'll probably get to it by 2015), hanging out with family and friends. saw crazy heart last night - who knew that colin ferrell could reasonably pass for an american country star? i liked the movie a lot - it felt really authentic and was bittersweet funny.

but this is a news story (jan 1 is the deadliest day of the year for people getting run over) i just read, and i agree - driving pos, eb and sf to brunch around noon yesterday, some assface got off of a clark street bus and started crossing the street. i didn't see him around the bus and was tooling along at a normal 30 mph and came within a few feet of hitting him (cue slamming on the brakes, swerving, honking, my heart thumping itself out of my chest, his lame sneer at me with the bravado only a certain subspecies of young idiots seem to have). jesus, chicago pedestrians - you need to fucking stop wandering and darting out into the street when there is oncoming traffic, particularly when it is my car that you are tempting to run you over. i don't need to add "vehicular manslaughter" to my list of 2010 goals.