So, where does one start when writing about Maya Arulpragasm? Let's get personal: Maya, A.K.A. M.I.A. first caught my ear in 2004 on internet radio. The song in particular, "10," possibly describes, in a way fit for your ears, what excitement is. I was rapt, prepared to bow down to something so new, a plane ticket to anywhere that wasn't the west, a magnifying glass held over Maya's homeland, the tiny island of Sri Lanka. Long story short, her debut, Arular, dropped in March 2005 and after months of raw, hot anticipation it became my favorite record of that year.
After Arular immediately established itself as a timeless classic, what next? I've fallen in love musically many times since then. Bands came and most went but the question lingered. It's been answered.
Fierce and urgent drumming opens Kala, letting you know straight away what you're going to be served. Arular was M.I.A.'s entrance, a polite hello. Kala is her coup d'etat, taking everything you think you know or believe about music and hacking it down like stalks of bamboo. Opener "Bamboo Banga" pins us against wall and let's us know this is her show. What's surprising is our incredible willingness to follow.
"Bird Flu" predictably squawks along whilst Maya pokes fun at our idea of her, ups her self-image throws at us a portrait of a sick 21st century third-world. The Bollywood kitsch of "Jimmy" is a welcome respite following the chaotic politics in the hook-laden "Boyz." It's obviously catchy and its driving string sample and hissing hi-hats wouldn't sound out of place at Studio 54.
Afterward, the record moves forward, becoming slightly darker along the way. M.I.A. creates for us a world barely holding on to infrastructure, made complete by ghetto superstars Afrikan Boy (on "Hussel") and the little children of the Wilcannia Mob. It's a hot place, where rebellion is a reality happening in the jungle outside the city wall and Kala plays on continuous repeat from the sky.
"Hussel" boasts not just the aforementioned appearance by soon-to-be sensation Afrikan Boy, but also, in a year saturated with synthesizers (Kanye, Timbaland,) the hookiest keyboard line laid to hard disk in 2007. It's a tirade against money and the lengths people go through to get it. "Why has everyone got hustle on their mind?" Poverty anthem "Mango Pickle Down River" is almost cute with its chorus rapped by kids ("almost 10") and ambling, yes river-like, beat.
The album's centerpiece, "20$," is gorgeous in its huge-sounding simplicity and genius in its flawless production-a heavy beat with an 808 kick and a slithering keyboard, huge snare and not much else. Her lyrics globetrot from issue to issue-western materialism, Muslim extremism, the military dictatorships of Africa (the songs title is a reference to how much you need to pay to buy an AK-47 in a given African country,) living on the dole in London, the internet... It's all there, it's smart, she's smart, we love it, she's qualified.
"Down River," "The Turn," and "XR2" continue to pair smart production and enigmatic beats with lyrics fit for the "third-world democracy" she idealizes in her music. The closer, "Come Around (ft. Timbaland)," is better than almost all of what you hear elsewhere and fits in with the rest of Kala, but it almost feels useless after the outright masterpiece "Paper Planes."
The track feels to me like a summation of everything she tries to prove over the course of the record. It just sounds revolutionary without even needing a meaningful set of lyrics (which it still delivers) to back it up. It's fitting then that a sample of revolutionary music's godfathers the Clash forms the basis of the song which...is pretty much glorious. That's the only way that I can describe it, because listening to it she describes for me everything that I will ever need to hear ever again. On a record where she seeks to prove herself, nothing does so more than a song that makes me not want to listen to anything else but it ever again. It's beautiful and angry but oh-so-much-more all in the same instant. Songs like "Paper Planes" are the reason I even bother to listen to music in the first place and trying to describe that idea is futile.
And so the record ends with us, me at least, wondering not what's next but prepared to defend good, produce section fresh music until the curtain has been closed on the world's last bad act. And that's the way it should be.
There's my review of Kala... which is an awesome record actually. I decided to write it after what I saw last night. Saturday was very busy, lots of back and forth and brief encounters so I wasn't really looking forward to getting my dance on with a bunch of bandwagon jumpers at the M.I.A. show. Well my sister and I went anyway with lots of other good people (the Dude, Kara and Alexa Kalmbach, Anna, Dunna, Kit, Kelly G, Frankie, Kate, Benj) and I experienced something awesome. It was unreal and I'm not even going to bother unless you were there and feel like rehashing it with me via AIM (wolfpartyjoe) or myspace messages. The Cool Kids and Amanda Blank opened and they were good also.
Goodnight!
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Just Signed Up For a Free Screening of Juno, 10 December
I'm excited for that. I'm also excited for Superbad DVD release Tuesday, but so is everyone else between the ages sixteen and nineteen. That in itself is a good feeling though, how often does that happen, seriously? Something cultural that so many people kind of like you (age-wise anyway) get a lot of out of?
OK, no more sounding like an advertisement for Fox Pictures.
I'm reading the new Nick Hornby book, Slam, "his first geared toward young adults!," which is typical Hornby (so typically, it's awesome especially if you have a penis) and, like Superbad, I enjoy it. It's about this fifteen year old Londoner, Sam, who starts having sex with his first girlfriend serious girlfriend Alicia the night of their first date. A few weeks later there's a sort of accident but they let it go. Then they break-up and Alicia finds she's pregnant...wildness ensues. At times it's really sad and I feel down for Sam, but then there's always some really funny crack at the end of a paragraph every chapter or so and I laugh out loud. I love bonding with characters and laughing with them...wow, lame, but reading is cool so what's the deal?
My endorsement entry won't be complete without one of my favorite clips from Superbad. Here it isss...
OK, no more sounding like an advertisement for Fox Pictures.
I'm reading the new Nick Hornby book, Slam, "his first geared toward young adults!," which is typical Hornby (so typically, it's awesome especially if you have a penis) and, like Superbad, I enjoy it. It's about this fifteen year old Londoner, Sam, who starts having sex with his first girlfriend serious girlfriend Alicia the night of their first date. A few weeks later there's a sort of accident but they let it go. Then they break-up and Alicia finds she's pregnant...wildness ensues. At times it's really sad and I feel down for Sam, but then there's always some really funny crack at the end of a paragraph every chapter or so and I laugh out loud. I love bonding with characters and laughing with them...wow, lame, but reading is cool so what's the deal?
My endorsement entry won't be complete without one of my favorite clips from Superbad. Here it isss...
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Drops of Armpit Sweat
As I went on about a few entries ago, Dillon was awesome. I'm really going to miss him, but I've had a little while to set up for this so it's not a huge blow. I'll miss him though... I put him to bed last night, made sure he was comfortable and he had water nearby, as per the vet's instructions. Him dying was pretty unexpected, but I think he went out ok...comfortable at least. I love him, and the gray around his mouth.
School was pretty lame today. [School is just becoming this tired act, walking through the hallways, half-assing discussions, getting pissed off at lunch and in English and at Will when he pushes me down the hall.] I figure if I've applied to my top two schools, why can't I just take off the rest of the year? Not just not do work, but leave school. I have money to make and then I have places to go see! After second semester, I could go work in a restaurant while also working at the butcher, then in March, ship down to Austin for South by Southwest, then to California for Coachella...lay low there with my cousin, see L.A., come home for graduation. Then senior week, my decidedly punk rock and offbeat senior week that I'd like to put together in North Carolina. I hope people I know want to go too! If they don't, it's just Mimi and I, maybe some cousins, slumming it in a tent on Ocracoke for a week. Actually, that's really appealing too.
I've been trying to listen to a lot of music lately. I checked out Kevin Drew because I try to be a different cool sometimes. Yesterday, I was compelled to listen to Violent Femmes, so I did. I did this morning too, then John Doe while I was doing homework. Kala in open time. I think I like Arular better, but M.I.A. sure does the innovative thing well. And I listen to Dispatch because I'm lame.
Now, I'm listening to that dog. because their music makes me think of the 90s (surprise! you fucking ham.) Well what else can I get out of watching Dawson's Creek daily? Let's see... an obsession with Katie Holmes' expressiveness, respect for James Van Der Beek and Dawson Leery, and a longing for everything that High School was before I got there. Hahaha, that just made me feel like such a loser. Not the Dawson's Creek part, but how I so envy the 1990s. Get a grip!
I love it.
School was pretty lame today. [School is just becoming this tired act, walking through the hallways, half-assing discussions, getting pissed off at lunch and in English and at Will when he pushes me down the hall.] I figure if I've applied to my top two schools, why can't I just take off the rest of the year? Not just not do work, but leave school. I have money to make and then I have places to go see! After second semester, I could go work in a restaurant while also working at the butcher, then in March, ship down to Austin for South by Southwest, then to California for Coachella...lay low there with my cousin, see L.A., come home for graduation. Then senior week, my decidedly punk rock and offbeat senior week that I'd like to put together in North Carolina. I hope people I know want to go too! If they don't, it's just Mimi and I, maybe some cousins, slumming it in a tent on Ocracoke for a week. Actually, that's really appealing too.
I've been trying to listen to a lot of music lately. I checked out Kevin Drew because I try to be a different cool sometimes. Yesterday, I was compelled to listen to Violent Femmes, so I did. I did this morning too, then John Doe while I was doing homework. Kala in open time. I think I like Arular better, but M.I.A. sure does the innovative thing well. And I listen to Dispatch because I'm lame.
Now, I'm listening to that dog. because their music makes me think of the 90s (surprise! you fucking ham.) Well what else can I get out of watching Dawson's Creek daily? Let's see... an obsession with Katie Holmes' expressiveness, respect for James Van Der Beek and Dawson Leery, and a longing for everything that High School was before I got there. Hahaha, that just made me feel like such a loser. Not the Dawson's Creek part, but how I so envy the 1990s. Get a grip!
I love it.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Various Artists
Thanksgiving was delightful, time well spent with the cousins and "the random guy at the party," my cousin Frankie's boyfriend Ben. He was my BFF of the night. We were all drunk.
I've noticed something. A lot of things make me feel compelled to listen to good music. I come home from driving somewhere, I want to listen to good music. I masturbate (rarely, I swear!,) and I want to listen to good music. Staring at Katie Holme's hairline tonight, watching my new Dawson's Creek Season Five DVD with my sister, I wanted to listen to good music. The trouble comes when I open iTunes and I just can't pick anything. I usually go to my "Recently Added" smartplaylist and pick what looks neat or unknown. A lot of times, I end up wishing I had a New Pornographers album, because they seem to me to be good music. I almost bought one today, actually. Instead, I dropped fifty bucks on aforementioned Dawson's discs, and so far, it seems like money well fucking spent.
So I'm a senior, where did all the time go? I'm overwhelmed with every thing I haven't yet done and all the things I can do/want to do. Like, it's time for me to travel to Europe right? And the west coast too? And Mexico and South America? Weekend in Canada? I've barely seen New York City. But I forgot what I've wanted to do most! Backpacking through post-bloc Eastern Europe and Russia... and then of course, domestic adventures like getting a job in a kitchen and an internship at Magnet Magazine or Jade Tree Records.
Which kind of a good segue into my next thing.
I wish I could have my summer back. The one I just had, between junior and senior year. I feel like I missed out on so much because of a certain something that I decided it'd be a good idea to dedicate my life to; lots of parties and alcohol, days at the beach, laying in fields, trespassing, scavenger hunts, epic capture the flag matches never planned. All with really pretty Kirsten Dunst-esque teenage girls until I settled (briefly) with someone more on the Katie Holmes side of things. Looking ahead to summer 2008, I'm afraid I was locked away through the warmer season where everything happens and next year, it's going to be all business. Two jobs in preparation for the school year ahead, friends off doing the same thing as me, a brick wall of orientations and moving where August should be. I'm fucking terrified.
Endnote: My friend Allison's brother Justin, who is becoming a friend in his own right, is in an awesome band called Channel Underground. He's been sending me some of his own recordings lately and I'm posting one of them. It's called "Ancient Sock" under the name Little Kingdoms. I think it's something, he's got a unique way of doing things for a freshman.
I've noticed something. A lot of things make me feel compelled to listen to good music. I come home from driving somewhere, I want to listen to good music. I masturbate (rarely, I swear!,) and I want to listen to good music. Staring at Katie Holme's hairline tonight, watching my new Dawson's Creek Season Five DVD with my sister, I wanted to listen to good music. The trouble comes when I open iTunes and I just can't pick anything. I usually go to my "Recently Added" smartplaylist and pick what looks neat or unknown. A lot of times, I end up wishing I had a New Pornographers album, because they seem to me to be good music. I almost bought one today, actually. Instead, I dropped fifty bucks on aforementioned Dawson's discs, and so far, it seems like money well fucking spent.
So I'm a senior, where did all the time go? I'm overwhelmed with every thing I haven't yet done and all the things I can do/want to do. Like, it's time for me to travel to Europe right? And the west coast too? And Mexico and South America? Weekend in Canada? I've barely seen New York City. But I forgot what I've wanted to do most! Backpacking through post-bloc Eastern Europe and Russia... and then of course, domestic adventures like getting a job in a kitchen and an internship at Magnet Magazine or Jade Tree Records.
Which kind of a good segue into my next thing.
I wish I could have my summer back. The one I just had, between junior and senior year. I feel like I missed out on so much because of a certain something that I decided it'd be a good idea to dedicate my life to; lots of parties and alcohol, days at the beach, laying in fields, trespassing, scavenger hunts, epic capture the flag matches never planned. All with really pretty Kirsten Dunst-esque teenage girls until I settled (briefly) with someone more on the Katie Holmes side of things. Looking ahead to summer 2008, I'm afraid I was locked away through the warmer season where everything happens and next year, it's going to be all business. Two jobs in preparation for the school year ahead, friends off doing the same thing as me, a brick wall of orientations and moving where August should be. I'm fucking terrified.
Endnote: My friend Allison's brother Justin, who is becoming a friend in his own right, is in an awesome band called Channel Underground. He's been sending me some of his own recordings lately and I'm posting one of them. It's called "Ancient Sock" under the name Little Kingdoms. I think it's something, he's got a unique way of doing things for a freshman.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thanksgiving
is awesome, i'm thankful for it. i'm thankful for my hearing, the fact that i even exist and can type this to whoever is reading it, thankful for good music, blogs, mechanical pencils, the green movement, my main man barack obama, my family (everyone.,) my friends (all of them.,) relationships and friendships even those gone sour, ice cream, taste buds, cooking, heat, crinkly leaves, seatbelts, the color green, cotton, wes anderson, DFA records and james murphy, mashed potatoes, living in the first world (but i feel for those in the third.,) and you if you took the time to read this! i'm also thankful for the delicious thanksgiving eve dinner i had with my friends kelly g, robert ohman, allison berger, anna morris, caitlin krause, kit ramsey, special guest lyndsay baltus and my sister mimi! it was really fun.
have an awesome thanksgiving, nuke a gay turkey for christ, just kidding, but eat a lot of food.
have an awesome thanksgiving, nuke a gay turkey for christ, just kidding, but eat a lot of food.
Our generation is so narcissistic! Don't read that and say you aren't, you probably are. I don't know if it's totally a bad thing...we're really into ourselves for sure, but we're also a lot about other people and legitimate causes. It makes sense though, that we are so narcissistic. We maintain our Myspaces and Facebooks to a T, staring at them for minutes at a time to make sure we look as subtle-y cool as possible. We openly share that we are self-conscious. We tag ourselves in photos. But it's okay, I promise!
I'll write a Thanksgiving entry in a few hours, but until then...it's sleep. :)
I'll write a Thanksgiving entry in a few hours, but until then...it's sleep. :)
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Tuesday Was Mildly Frustrating
Thanks for the Dillon support, I love all eight people that read my blog.
I applied to Temple! I'm going to post my essay on here sometime just to put it on the internet...for like, the world to see.
Sometimes I can't believe some of the people I knew in middle school and it's interesting to see how they've all gravitated toward one another...more on that soon I hope. That's not to say middle school wasn't awesome because it was...pretty much utopia.
I think it would be funny for Lily Allen and I to go out on a date. If we went back to her place, I'd ask if she could sing me "Naive." Before anything got sexual, we'd probably agree to be just friends. At exactly the same time. And it'd be great, just Lily and I and no one would really know that we were buddies.
Thanksgiving at the Butcher...and it's fucking excitement.
Why so many ellipsis tonight? Because...that's the way my mind has been working since Sunday morning.
Earlier, I watched a program on WHYY about the Kennedy assassination. It was so sad to me. That poor family. Jacqueline was really beautiful in her heyday, easily the best looking first lady...or Barbara Bush...just kidding.
The songs I've last listened to, in sequence:
13th Floor Elevators-You're Gonna Miss Me
The Knife-Pass This On
Blur-Moroccan Peoples Revolutionary Bowls Club
Joan of Arc-Diane Cool and Beautiful*
(definitely a mistake, not in the mood.)
The Magnetic Fields-A Pretty Girl Is Like...
(pretty girls are pretty great.)
Rufus Wainwright-One Man Guy
(I'm gonna stop now.)
Speaking of the best gay pianist still keeping it real here in the States, he's coming to the Wilmington Grand Opera House January 4th...I'm going to buy two tickets for myself and someone else, to be determined the week of the show. Not that like it's a huge deal and I know all my acquaintances are hungry or fighting for tickets, it's not that at all. I just don't know who wants to see the best gay pianist still keeping it real in the States with their straight friend Joe.
I hope you like me!
I like you if you're reading this, hold me to that goodnight <333>
I applied to Temple! I'm going to post my essay on here sometime just to put it on the internet...for like, the world to see.
Sometimes I can't believe some of the people I knew in middle school and it's interesting to see how they've all gravitated toward one another...more on that soon I hope. That's not to say middle school wasn't awesome because it was...pretty much utopia.
I think it would be funny for Lily Allen and I to go out on a date. If we went back to her place, I'd ask if she could sing me "Naive." Before anything got sexual, we'd probably agree to be just friends. At exactly the same time. And it'd be great, just Lily and I and no one would really know that we were buddies.
Thanksgiving at the Butcher...and it's fucking excitement.
Why so many ellipsis tonight? Because...that's the way my mind has been working since Sunday morning.
Earlier, I watched a program on WHYY about the Kennedy assassination. It was so sad to me. That poor family. Jacqueline was really beautiful in her heyday, easily the best looking first lady...or Barbara Bush...just kidding.
The songs I've last listened to, in sequence:
13th Floor Elevators-You're Gonna Miss Me
The Knife-Pass This On
Blur-Moroccan Peoples Revolutionary Bowls Club
Joan of Arc-Diane Cool and Beautiful*
(definitely a mistake, not in the mood.)
The Magnetic Fields-A Pretty Girl Is Like...
(pretty girls are pretty great.)
Rufus Wainwright-One Man Guy
(I'm gonna stop now.)
Speaking of the best gay pianist still keeping it real here in the States, he's coming to the Wilmington Grand Opera House January 4th...I'm going to buy two tickets for myself and someone else, to be determined the week of the show. Not that like it's a huge deal and I know all my acquaintances are hungry or fighting for tickets, it's not that at all. I just don't know who wants to see the best gay pianist still keeping it real in the States with their straight friend Joe.
I hope you like me!
I like you if you're reading this, hold me to that goodnight <333>
Monday, November 19, 2007
Today I Received Bad News
My dog, Dillon, the favorite of the two for his incredible obedience, loyalty, good looks and pleasant attitude, has an enlarged heart.
The last few days he hasn't been going to the bathroom and has gotten increasingly more tender and wide around the sides (he's kind of like a pregnant woman. Haha.) So last night my dad finally decided he would take him to the vet today. The vet said he has an enlarged heart. So pretty much he's just on his way out and I'm really sad. He's not all that old, nine or ten. Lucky, the other one, is like 14, he just keeps kickin'! Maybe it'll be like those old couples that are so in love they die within hours of each other. I don't want to think about it. I love my dogs, especially Dillon. Dillon appears to be in mild discomfort, or maybe he's just embarrassed cos they shaved his belly. I hope he's here until at least Christmas.
Dillon and I had big plans. After moving off campus sophomore year of college, Dillon was going to live with me in my apartment in the big city. We were going to go on walks to Rittenhouse Square, and then some days go all the way over to Fairmount for frisbee and relaxation. I was going to have a girlfriend, whose smell he approved of, who also had a lab. They could chill. Friday nights, we would post up in front of the TV, me drinking beer and he from his beloved metal water bowl. :(
C'est la vie.
I love dogs.
The last few days he hasn't been going to the bathroom and has gotten increasingly more tender and wide around the sides (he's kind of like a pregnant woman. Haha.) So last night my dad finally decided he would take him to the vet today. The vet said he has an enlarged heart. So pretty much he's just on his way out and I'm really sad. He's not all that old, nine or ten. Lucky, the other one, is like 14, he just keeps kickin'! Maybe it'll be like those old couples that are so in love they die within hours of each other. I don't want to think about it. I love my dogs, especially Dillon. Dillon appears to be in mild discomfort, or maybe he's just embarrassed cos they shaved his belly. I hope he's here until at least Christmas.
Dillon and I had big plans. After moving off campus sophomore year of college, Dillon was going to live with me in my apartment in the big city. We were going to go on walks to Rittenhouse Square, and then some days go all the way over to Fairmount for frisbee and relaxation. I was going to have a girlfriend, whose smell he approved of, who also had a lab. They could chill. Friday nights, we would post up in front of the TV, me drinking beer and he from his beloved metal water bowl. :(
C'est la vie.
I love dogs.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Britain Is My Hero
This weekend, one thing I did was download and listen to a lot of music. Kevin Drew, Deltron 3030, Blur-The Great Escape, all the Gorillaz albums, the Dizzee Rascal albums, the new John Doe (which is really good,) Cat Power-You Are Free...some others.
I did a good amount of hanging out with my mom. We watched The Squid and the Whale early Saturday night. I left after about halfway, it was making me really really uncomfortable. The only character I liked was the tennis coach, played by one of the Baldwins. I love the Baldwins. He kept saying "Brother." It was kind of soothing.
Silliness rules.
Later Saturday, we (we being my sister, Kelly G, Anna and Sam C and myself) walked to this open house that was just down the road. It was a Kennett party so there were lots of people there I see just periodically. I had so many encounters! I don't even know. I was drunk almost immediately and proceeded to attach myself to former flame Aubrey E. who was letting me put my arm around her. We were nearly matching. By that I mean my drunk mind thought we were peas in a pod because we had on similar coats. Shortly before leaving, when I was going to put the big moves on her (by big moves I mean awkward, reciprocated kissing,) it suddenly came out she had a boyfriend. I lied down by myself for a minute, then got up, pulled her away and kissed her forehead. I kept saying something like "one day," and she was like "yeah that was a friend kiss." I don't even know but I find it all totally humorous.
I got my haircut today, another number eight buzz. I have to do the Ursuline fashion show tomorrow.
I don't like Slaughterhouse Five.
I'm still really excited about Thanksgiving!
I still love everyone.
Love, Joe.
I did a good amount of hanging out with my mom. We watched The Squid and the Whale early Saturday night. I left after about halfway, it was making me really really uncomfortable. The only character I liked was the tennis coach, played by one of the Baldwins. I love the Baldwins. He kept saying "Brother." It was kind of soothing.
Silliness rules.
Later Saturday, we (we being my sister, Kelly G, Anna and Sam C and myself) walked to this open house that was just down the road. It was a Kennett party so there were lots of people there I see just periodically. I had so many encounters! I don't even know. I was drunk almost immediately and proceeded to attach myself to former flame Aubrey E. who was letting me put my arm around her. We were nearly matching. By that I mean my drunk mind thought we were peas in a pod because we had on similar coats. Shortly before leaving, when I was going to put the big moves on her (by big moves I mean awkward, reciprocated kissing,) it suddenly came out she had a boyfriend. I lied down by myself for a minute, then got up, pulled her away and kissed her forehead. I kept saying something like "one day," and she was like "yeah that was a friend kiss." I don't even know but I find it all totally humorous.
I got my haircut today, another number eight buzz. I have to do the Ursuline fashion show tomorrow.
I don't like Slaughterhouse Five.
I'm still really excited about Thanksgiving!
I still love everyone.
Love, Joe.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
E.R.
I really wish I watched E.R. Every time I see a preview for a new episode, it looks like it's going to be just about the greatest one hour of television your slightly above-average American could ask for. I've heard from real actual in reality doctors that E.R. is just about the closest thing you get to an actual hospital. CAN YOU ASK FOR MUCH MORE? Plus, there's Jon Stamos and the two cute Doctoresses...the one with the button nose and the Indian one. I wish I knew their names.
Do you see what I mean?
This entry was kind of shallow and I'm really sorry if you feel your time was wasted. Comment if you want to be reimbursed. I will do anything within reason.
Do you see what I mean?
This entry was kind of shallow and I'm really sorry if you feel your time was wasted. Comment if you want to be reimbursed. I will do anything within reason.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Cry With These Words
Tonight, I talked with Chetro/Chad from State Radio/Dispatch for an hour or so and it was awesome. Also, there was good food.
Something more engaging and longer soon? I've just been so tired lately.
Current Listening:
The Hives
Jens Lekman
St. Vincent
The Knife
Mixes
Anything Damon Albarn
Desperately waiting for it to clear up so I can listen to Pearl Jam-Riot Act (my quintessential fall record.)
Something more engaging and longer soon? I've just been so tired lately.
Current Listening:
The Hives
Jens Lekman
St. Vincent
The Knife
Mixes
Anything Damon Albarn
Desperately waiting for it to clear up so I can listen to Pearl Jam-Riot Act (my quintessential fall record.)
Monday, November 12, 2007
Give Me Coffee And TV
I keep having dreams I'm carrying on a relationship with the (young) married baker I work with. They're pretty funny.
Did I mention Tokyo Police Club fucking rules?
Did I mention Tokyo Police Club fucking rules?
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Given my recent aversion toward all things Morrissey (the fucking cunt,) I really liked this video. It's Radiohead covering "Headmaster Ritual." Fuck the Smiths, this song could just as easily have been a Radiohead outtake circa The Bends.
It's from the webcast they did Friday, which I'm really sad that I missed.
While we're on the subject, I'm not really sure I really really like Radiohead. They're stuck in between the bands that I appreciate and listen to on occasion and the bands that I love. It's a weird kind of void. The Bends is my favorite Radiohead album, and it's the kind of record that would occupy all the time I have to listen to the given band. But it's not the only record of theirs I find myself listening to, but it's the one that I like the most by far. Radiohead are just a really huge deal and I feel like I should be a diehard fan of them, but I'm not. They're really great though, and totally huge, I just wish they were a tad less reluctant.
I would like to say that if I ever express a particularly strong feeling about someone that I know on here, it is usually passing. This comes in response to a recent tiff regarding an entry about a month ago about someone and telephones. This someone finally read it and took a lot of offense to it. I wouldn't call that entry "talking shit," more like complaining about a duty or expressing emotions that had surfaced at that particular moment. This blog is written by me and mostly for me, I just want others to participate, so whatever I say should just be taken lightly...Sorry TC. (big duh.)
Who doesn't love this fucking holdover from 1999!?!?!
Luscious Jackson-Ladyfingers
Friday night, I went to my first Salesianum football game. It was actually an awesome time. Most of the people I was standing with had found out it was my first, so, even though none of them rank among my best friends (aside from three,) they made me feel like I totally belonged. I cheered, acted like an asshole, and was legitimately bummed out about our loss (one fucking point.) Joe is trying to do it all this year! Other than that, I've been reading Atonement and I rented a couple of movies. We just bought two new DVD players and I am psyched. Also psyched for Thanksgiving. Also who cares?
Also, this entry is over.
It's from the webcast they did Friday, which I'm really sad that I missed.
While we're on the subject, I'm not really sure I really really like Radiohead. They're stuck in between the bands that I appreciate and listen to on occasion and the bands that I love. It's a weird kind of void. The Bends is my favorite Radiohead album, and it's the kind of record that would occupy all the time I have to listen to the given band. But it's not the only record of theirs I find myself listening to, but it's the one that I like the most by far. Radiohead are just a really huge deal and I feel like I should be a diehard fan of them, but I'm not. They're really great though, and totally huge, I just wish they were a tad less reluctant.
I would like to say that if I ever express a particularly strong feeling about someone that I know on here, it is usually passing. This comes in response to a recent tiff regarding an entry about a month ago about someone and telephones. This someone finally read it and took a lot of offense to it. I wouldn't call that entry "talking shit," more like complaining about a duty or expressing emotions that had surfaced at that particular moment. This blog is written by me and mostly for me, I just want others to participate, so whatever I say should just be taken lightly...Sorry TC. (big duh.)
Who doesn't love this fucking holdover from 1999!?!?!
Luscious Jackson-Ladyfingers
Friday night, I went to my first Salesianum football game. It was actually an awesome time. Most of the people I was standing with had found out it was my first, so, even though none of them rank among my best friends (aside from three,) they made me feel like I totally belonged. I cheered, acted like an asshole, and was legitimately bummed out about our loss (one fucking point.) Joe is trying to do it all this year! Other than that, I've been reading Atonement and I rented a couple of movies. We just bought two new DVD players and I am psyched. Also psyched for Thanksgiving. Also who cares?
Also, this entry is over.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Yesterdays
Yesterday was Thursday, a day of the week that has developed its own way. What do I mean?
Usually, Thursday morning, I fight my alarm clock. It goes off at five after six (in its own language, but in reality it's 5:45,) I stagger to shut it the fuck up, which it does at the behest of the sleep button. Then, nine minutes later, we do the same thing. On Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays it ends there. Thursdays, I press the sleep button two-three more times until I turn off my alarm altogether. At around 6:40, my sister comes in and says something along the lines of "Get the fuck up, its 6:40!" Realizing my fault, I jump up and search for clean clothes. I brush my teeth. It's now like, 6:50, and Christian is anxiously waiting in his drop top. He might be late for exchange (!). I pop my head out the front door to let him know everything will be OK, my pointer finger towards my roof indicating I will be out in approximately one minute's time. I run to the back room, where the shoes reside, and grab my bucs, look sadly at my French press, grab my bag and dash out the glass gateway, across the frosted lawn (barefoot) and into his car. I haven't looked in the mirror all morning. I haven't said a word to anyone all morning except a groggy goodbye I love you to sleeping mom.
In the car, I'm unusually silent. It's a lack of caffine. I'm serious! I have a dependance on the black elixir of life and I love it. My mouth just kind of hangs open, thirsty and confrontational. Hopefully NPR is on but sometimes It's hardcore or techno which is fine most days but Thursday is different. Christian and I have awesome, exciting, fun laugh out loud conversations, but not Thursday. Thursday is different. When we get to school, he gets out right away, grabs his bag from the trunk and comes over to my side of the two-seater and knocks. I say "Hey I'm going to sit for one second." Kindly, he offers to let me stay until first period but I decline. I need the shitty, bleach tainted water from the machine in the cafeteria. It's all I have!
We walk in, me untucked and Christian impeccable. We take our time. It's like, 7:10. Thursdays, I take more time at my locker and have use the window of Mr. Cleary's classroom door to tie my tie. Christian waits for me like a good friend. Kindly. I'm ready and we walk downstairs, say hi to the janitor (the blond one with the hat,) into the shit center. The caf. Thursdays, I spend most of my hour+ before school reading and taking a shit. Sometimes I chat it up with Mr. Naccarato if my mind has caught up with the rest of the world.
Classes go by really slowly, especially since I sleep through most of them. It feels like sleep adds another four hours to the school day.
I ride home, in miserable anticipation of work. I can't believe I have to work!
Work goes, like all things on Thursday, slow slow slow slow slow slow slow. Are there more customers on Thursdays?
After work I don't do homework but I read until must see TV. In my PJs. Last night, in my mom's bed where I proceeded to watch 30 Rock and The Office. I fell asleep during the latter, around 9:10. When my mom goes away on trips sometimes, I spend time in her bed. Haha, I miss her then.
Another, more awesome update about how cool Fridays are (until work!) later on. Woop!
Usually, Thursday morning, I fight my alarm clock. It goes off at five after six (in its own language, but in reality it's 5:45,) I stagger to shut it the fuck up, which it does at the behest of the sleep button. Then, nine minutes later, we do the same thing. On Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays it ends there. Thursdays, I press the sleep button two-three more times until I turn off my alarm altogether. At around 6:40, my sister comes in and says something along the lines of "Get the fuck up, its 6:40!" Realizing my fault, I jump up and search for clean clothes. I brush my teeth. It's now like, 6:50, and Christian is anxiously waiting in his drop top. He might be late for exchange (!). I pop my head out the front door to let him know everything will be OK, my pointer finger towards my roof indicating I will be out in approximately one minute's time. I run to the back room, where the shoes reside, and grab my bucs, look sadly at my French press, grab my bag and dash out the glass gateway, across the frosted lawn (barefoot) and into his car. I haven't looked in the mirror all morning. I haven't said a word to anyone all morning except a groggy goodbye I love you to sleeping mom.
In the car, I'm unusually silent. It's a lack of caffine. I'm serious! I have a dependance on the black elixir of life and I love it. My mouth just kind of hangs open, thirsty and confrontational. Hopefully NPR is on but sometimes It's hardcore or techno which is fine most days but Thursday is different. Christian and I have awesome, exciting, fun laugh out loud conversations, but not Thursday. Thursday is different. When we get to school, he gets out right away, grabs his bag from the trunk and comes over to my side of the two-seater and knocks. I say "Hey I'm going to sit for one second." Kindly, he offers to let me stay until first period but I decline. I need the shitty, bleach tainted water from the machine in the cafeteria. It's all I have!
We walk in, me untucked and Christian impeccable. We take our time. It's like, 7:10. Thursdays, I take more time at my locker and have use the window of Mr. Cleary's classroom door to tie my tie. Christian waits for me like a good friend. Kindly. I'm ready and we walk downstairs, say hi to the janitor (the blond one with the hat,) into the shit center. The caf. Thursdays, I spend most of my hour+ before school reading and taking a shit. Sometimes I chat it up with Mr. Naccarato if my mind has caught up with the rest of the world.
Classes go by really slowly, especially since I sleep through most of them. It feels like sleep adds another four hours to the school day.
I ride home, in miserable anticipation of work. I can't believe I have to work!
Work goes, like all things on Thursday, slow slow slow slow slow slow slow. Are there more customers on Thursdays?
After work I don't do homework but I read until must see TV. In my PJs. Last night, in my mom's bed where I proceeded to watch 30 Rock and The Office. I fell asleep during the latter, around 9:10. When my mom goes away on trips sometimes, I spend time in her bed. Haha, I miss her then.
Another, more awesome update about how cool Fridays are (until work!) later on. Woop!
Monday, November 05, 2007
Monday Fucking Evening
Aw, i love these two. Carrie Brownstein used to be in Sleater-Kinney. She was the one whose vocals weren't described as fever pitch. Fred Armisen has been the best cast member of SNL since Tina Fey (a.k.a. ain't another woman gonna take yo place my love.) I love Tina Fey. She's hot. Anyway, they have one episode of this internet show I think they're planning to do more of posted. It's called Thunderant.
Anecdotal intermission: My dog, Dillon, has lots of gray in his face so everyone thinks he's older than my other dog, Lucky, who doesn't have gray anywhere, but in reality Lucky is Dillon's senior. I love my two dogs very much and i feel like i don't say that to them or anyone else enough. Hopefully, Dillon will still be fun and curious enough to move with me to the big city in a few years time.
So, speaking of Fred Armisen, he has this really funny satirical instructional drum video out now on Drag City. Here's the trailer:
I love deadpan.
I still haven't applied to any colleges yet.
I think the time change to whatever the fuck it's called (not daylight saving) is so unnatural. I'm so used to the darkness that lingers at six o'clock in the morning. I've come to love it. It eases me into my day. I like to see the sun rise as Christian drives us across state lines, into the godforsaken hellhole that is the first state and the concrete pit that is our school. Now, as soon as I open my eyes, I'm thrown to the wolves of today. That's fucked up. You know what else is fucked up? It's actually 9:32 post meridian right now. But we've told our clocks otherwise.
In other news, I still love being alive but that might change come January. I fucking hate the winter! the only winter days I like are as such: very cloudy and dark all day, no sunlight at all, steady snowfall, not biting cold and absolutely no wind. But it's too early to be complaining about the reflection of mother sunshine's rays off of God's white wrath. So here's what's hot:
1. The Virgin Suicides, a really good book
2. New headphones
3. Stealth
4. Not having interest in the opposite sex or any sex at all for that matter
5. Keeping to myself and loving the company of others
p.s. not that i'm hungry for attention or acceptance, but i do like feedback and want people to leave comments. you dont have to be a blogger member to comment, just do it anonymously. or start a blog yourself and talk shit on my blog and we can have teenage blog wars!
Sunday, November 04, 2007
I Don't Love Anyone!
well i do but that's another story. actually, i love a lot of people, but that too is another story.
i'm gonna love this movie once it comes out!
that's all i have for now. first marking period grades are due tomorrow at noon and i have three essays to write for euro still. mr. mcconaghy has declared me his worst homework kid ever. yes!
i'm gonna love this movie once it comes out!
that's all i have for now. first marking period grades are due tomorrow at noon and i have three essays to write for euro still. mr. mcconaghy has declared me his worst homework kid ever. yes!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Halloween was amazing
for no reason in particular, just that i love it. i'm not into the supernatural or the escapist aspects. just the fact that it's there and, despite it being the reason for a whole industry, is still really really pure. it makes me feel good about living. my original idea was to be les stroud (survivorman) but it kind of just warped into "what are you supposed to be?" "holding onto my youth!" i was carrying around a teddy bear and my blanket, wearing a flannel shirt and a green knit wool cap. that's what halloween and my whole life is pretty much about: holding onto youth for as long as my greasy fingers can.
halloweenie!
and let's not forget that episode of dawson's creek where they go over to that haunted island where they killed the witches to make a documentary...
i hope everyone got a good haul...unless you're fucking soulless and didn't go out!
halloweenie!
and let's not forget that episode of dawson's creek where they go over to that haunted island where they killed the witches to make a documentary...
i hope everyone got a good haul...unless you're fucking soulless and didn't go out!
Sunday, October 28, 2007
So here's my fantasy...
Okay, this is the life I wish I was leading. Because I know you want to know, right? That's what the internet is for, am I wrong?
I'm a junior in high school again, except it's 1995. I live in a town not unlike Capeside (you know, Dawson's Creek.) Otherwise, things are kind of the same. Most of the people I know are there, they're the people they'd be if it were 1995. Also, I wouldn't be going to an all boys private school in Delaware. Maybe an all boys private school, but in PA, and everyone wears uniform blazers just like the ones in Rushmore. But I'd prefer it if I were at public school. So yeah, fuck the private school idea, I go to the public school in Capeside Square with all my acquaintances, 1995 edition. We all love Weezer, Pavement, Pearl Jam, that dog., grieve over Kurt Cobain, watch My So Called Life and classic Nickelodeon (The Adventures of Pete and Pete, Hey Dude, Salute Your Shorts,) and actually, I have tickets to see Polaris next week at the venue just in town. It's a coffeehouse/record store type place (Mickey's anyone?) that does open mic-nights and shows for touring bands. Homework doesn't exist and all my friends live nearby, so we hang out constantly, playing music in our garages, drinking in fields on the weekends, in our secret spot in the woods with the couch, the ancient car and the busted T.V. set. No one has a computer. Cell phones aren't even for the rich kids. Our football team actually wins, it's taboo and unfashionable to be gay and nobody dies.
And oh yeah, I have a cool on again off again girlfriend who looks exactly like Katie Holmes.
p.s. this evening i carved pumpkins and it was fucking awesome. same goes for tomorrow evening. tuesday evening i'm making pumpkin pie from scratch. everything. just the thought gets me wet...haha. cannot wait to trick or treat, survivorman or pete doherty? absolute youth. i'm not sure how to add music but please listen to polaris-waiting for october. adios.
I'm a junior in high school again, except it's 1995. I live in a town not unlike Capeside (you know, Dawson's Creek.) Otherwise, things are kind of the same. Most of the people I know are there, they're the people they'd be if it were 1995. Also, I wouldn't be going to an all boys private school in Delaware. Maybe an all boys private school, but in PA, and everyone wears uniform blazers just like the ones in Rushmore. But I'd prefer it if I were at public school. So yeah, fuck the private school idea, I go to the public school in Capeside Square with all my acquaintances, 1995 edition. We all love Weezer, Pavement, Pearl Jam, that dog., grieve over Kurt Cobain, watch My So Called Life and classic Nickelodeon (The Adventures of Pete and Pete, Hey Dude, Salute Your Shorts,) and actually, I have tickets to see Polaris next week at the venue just in town. It's a coffeehouse/record store type place (Mickey's anyone?) that does open mic-nights and shows for touring bands. Homework doesn't exist and all my friends live nearby, so we hang out constantly, playing music in our garages, drinking in fields on the weekends, in our secret spot in the woods with the couch, the ancient car and the busted T.V. set. No one has a computer. Cell phones aren't even for the rich kids. Our football team actually wins, it's taboo and unfashionable to be gay and nobody dies.
And oh yeah, I have a cool on again off again girlfriend who looks exactly like Katie Holmes.
p.s. this evening i carved pumpkins and it was fucking awesome. same goes for tomorrow evening. tuesday evening i'm making pumpkin pie from scratch. everything. just the thought gets me wet...haha. cannot wait to trick or treat, survivorman or pete doherty? absolute youth. i'm not sure how to add music but please listen to polaris-waiting for october. adios.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Friday, 10/26 2007, Hating it
Mimi and I started writing songs again as T.V. Dinner. It is a rock band. It is better than your band, that band and all metalcore. But it's not as good as Wire or Green Day...hope to get there by next week. Shows soon, too. Hopefully with this fucker!
I saw the Darjeeling Limited tonight. Different than I thought it would be but just as great as I had hoped. Mmm, character development...Adrien Brody was awesome and i love his nose.
Taylor hates me and wants her pottery back. I guess it's over for good. I feel kind of weird about the whole thing...I tried to take it slow (the break up), keep it clean. Now, it's a fucking mess smeared with guilt, dis-fulfillment, scents forever lost in the dunes of emotion. Wow, deep.
Are you thirsty? Get a glass of water.
Guerrilla recycling initiative, can you say yeah? Trash bags next week.
Darjeeling Limited was just what I needed.
After this, I'm going back to looking at pictures I wish I was in, from a life that I hope one day to play a huge part. You know who I mean.
Seeya, drive safe. There are wet leaves on the ground!
Yours,
Joe
I saw the Darjeeling Limited tonight. Different than I thought it would be but just as great as I had hoped. Mmm, character development...Adrien Brody was awesome and i love his nose.
Taylor hates me and wants her pottery back. I guess it's over for good. I feel kind of weird about the whole thing...I tried to take it slow (the break up), keep it clean. Now, it's a fucking mess smeared with guilt, dis-fulfillment, scents forever lost in the dunes of emotion. Wow, deep.
Are you thirsty? Get a glass of water.
Guerrilla recycling initiative, can you say yeah? Trash bags next week.
Darjeeling Limited was just what I needed.
After this, I'm going back to looking at pictures I wish I was in, from a life that I hope one day to play a huge part. You know who I mean.
Seeya, drive safe. There are wet leaves on the ground!
Yours,
Joe
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Get Yr Strings Away
I will not be tied down. Right now, it's about building friendly relationships. The last thing I want to do is live out the rest of my senior year, the last year I have with my true friends (the few from sallies, the several from KHS (a.k.a. paradiso)), naively attached to some girl I'm convinced I'm in love with. I have better things to do like daydream about Belle and Sebastian lyrics and album covers, doodle, read, drive around with people I love, eat ice cream, save my motherfucking money, work my job which is like a second family, obsess over music, try and start a band that is the opposite of shitty Myself My Fucking Enemy, watch late-90s teen movies and television (She's All That, Dawson's Creek, Sabrina the Teenage Witch,) read the fucking paper, meet new youthful celibate females, have engaging conversations with people like Mimi Dunna Kelly Robert, listen to wonderful new bands...these things are more beautiful than any girl who will put my weird dick into her pretty mouth. Ugh.
I'm done with women. For now.
I'm done with women. For now.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Wow
I saw Spoon tonight. It was pretty perfect on a few levels, though I wish they had played less from Gimme Fiction, an album I'm not that familiar with (that's not to say it's bad, I just never got into it.) Britt Daniel and crew are awesome-everything between Britt, Jim Eno, Rob Pope and Eric Harvey clicks. It seems like their only function is to be a good band. Each one of their records is flawless. Their live show is tighter than a virgin. They look cool, they're not too young, they dress sharp, their album covers are neat as fuck, their lyrics are mysterious and hard to understand... Fucking cool. They function as a true group should. During songs, they talk to each other, about what I don't know, nod in agreement, harmonize, play instruments. Whatever. I'm just really glad I saw them, over the last year they've fought their way into my top five favorite bands. Actually there's lots of newcomers there, so that's a perfect segue:
Desert Island Top Five Favorite Bands
1. Pearl Jam
2. Against Me!
3. Interpol
4. Spoon
5. Blur
neat.
in other news, fuck metalcore.
Desert Island Top Five Favorite Bands
1. Pearl Jam
2. Against Me!
3. Interpol
4. Spoon
5. Blur
neat.
in other news, fuck metalcore.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Fucking Thursday
This week has been too long. Everything has been way too long lately. I'm ever pulling myself out of pits. Deep and dark ones that drip water and eventually drive you insane.
So there's this girl and for some reason I can only talk to her five minutes at a time every two or so days. I used to talk to her daily, fucking HOURLY. Now it's like, I don't know. That's just the last voice I feel like hearing. I feel bad because she's always expecting a call from me and is always excited when I finally do, then I just have to fucking hang up.
I just hang up with her and my eyes are just bulging. I don't even understand it, these are completely involuntary reactions. Psychologically, her voice to me is an irritating, depressed whine not unlike that of a divorced mother of two graduates surrounded by cats. Imagine that.
So those pits are this funk, this heavy fog that is hanging over me. Funny enough, it's been really foggy around here lately. Some of my few solaces are in reading historical shit, hanging out at work and getting driven around by my friend Frank.
And thank the Lord, THE DARJEELING LIMITED OPENS IN PHILADELPHIA TOMORROW, OCTOBER 12, 2007 A.D. AND I AM GOING TO SEE IT SUNDAY AT THE RITZ EAST ON SECOND STREET BETWEEN WALNUT AND CHESTNUT. Oh. BOY.
p.s. in rainbows rocks.
So there's this girl and for some reason I can only talk to her five minutes at a time every two or so days. I used to talk to her daily, fucking HOURLY. Now it's like, I don't know. That's just the last voice I feel like hearing. I feel bad because she's always expecting a call from me and is always excited when I finally do, then I just have to fucking hang up.
I just hang up with her and my eyes are just bulging. I don't even understand it, these are completely involuntary reactions. Psychologically, her voice to me is an irritating, depressed whine not unlike that of a divorced mother of two graduates surrounded by cats. Imagine that.
So those pits are this funk, this heavy fog that is hanging over me. Funny enough, it's been really foggy around here lately. Some of my few solaces are in reading historical shit, hanging out at work and getting driven around by my friend Frank.
And thank the Lord, THE DARJEELING LIMITED OPENS IN PHILADELPHIA TOMORROW, OCTOBER 12, 2007 A.D. AND I AM GOING TO SEE IT SUNDAY AT THE RITZ EAST ON SECOND STREET BETWEEN WALNUT AND CHESTNUT. Oh. BOY.
p.s. in rainbows rocks.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Oh the Sunday sleep
Looking forward to bed after a long soulsucking weekend.
One moment that sticks out happened yesterday afternoon at the luncheon. Mrs. Boxler looked ill and her age. She just took my hand and told me that she loved my name, that she thought it was strong.
Anyway. I never thought I'd be running out of a three day weekend to the the finish-line at my desk in A.P. Euro.
Let's get cultural. I really like Tokyo Police Club. They get some undeserved and unnecessary comparisons to the Strokes. TPC, though, have these senses of paranoia and youthfulness unhindered by coke-addled tours with British counterparts (the Kooks? anyone?).
Here's their video:
What's Hot:
Post-punk
Viruses on my computer thanks to a fake Darjeeling Limited torrent
Wes Anderson (and anything else to distract)
Maybe picking up my guitar again
Finding it impossible to develop a soundtrack to the last five days.
One moment that sticks out happened yesterday afternoon at the luncheon. Mrs. Boxler looked ill and her age. She just took my hand and told me that she loved my name, that she thought it was strong.
Anyway. I never thought I'd be running out of a three day weekend to the the finish-line at my desk in A.P. Euro.
Let's get cultural. I really like Tokyo Police Club. They get some undeserved and unnecessary comparisons to the Strokes. TPC, though, have these senses of paranoia and youthfulness unhindered by coke-addled tours with British counterparts (the Kooks? anyone?).
Here's their video:
What's Hot:
Post-punk
Viruses on my computer thanks to a fake Darjeeling Limited torrent
Wes Anderson (and anything else to distract)
Maybe picking up my guitar again
Finding it impossible to develop a soundtrack to the last five days.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Items
Tonight felt unreal. I hate it. I hate seeing good people so outside of themselves
I got my haircut. I like it. That's all I have going for me until Sunday afternoon. :\
I got my haircut. I like it. That's all I have going for me until Sunday afternoon. :\
Thursday, October 04, 2007
This Blog has Been Ressurected and will Shine in New Light
Popular Culture of Note:
Radiohead is releasing a new album, In Rainbows, next Wednesday. I really hope you already knew that.
The Darjeeling Limited, that new Wes Anderson movie I'm fucking dying to see, is more like The Darjeeling Limited Motherfucking Release. According to Fandango, Movietickets.com et al., it's not playing anywhere within 40 miles of Philadelphia. Deeply saddening and now I'm stuck with the 12 minute teaser/prequel/bit of genius.
Plenty of shows in Philadelphia to look forward to and, hot damn!, they're mostly on weekends. Spoon (10/19,) The Go! Team (1o/26,) the Thermals (11/2,) Against Me! (11/16) etc.
Personally:
Someone great is gone and I have never felt so different before. And I'm overeating.
School sucks.
I'm doing this for lack of ambition to write for the fascist school paper.
Hot List:
Daft Punk
Pearl Jam-Riot Act
Radiohead-Hail to the Thief
the New York Times
Rushmore
the Children of Men (novel)
New books?
looking ahead
School Dances.
Radiohead is releasing a new album, In Rainbows, next Wednesday. I really hope you already knew that.
The Darjeeling Limited, that new Wes Anderson movie I'm fucking dying to see, is more like The Darjeeling Limited Motherfucking Release. According to Fandango, Movietickets.com et al., it's not playing anywhere within 40 miles of Philadelphia. Deeply saddening and now I'm stuck with the 12 minute teaser/prequel/bit of genius.
Plenty of shows in Philadelphia to look forward to and, hot damn!, they're mostly on weekends. Spoon (10/19,) The Go! Team (1o/26,) the Thermals (11/2,) Against Me! (11/16) etc.
Personally:
Someone great is gone and I have never felt so different before. And I'm overeating.
School sucks.
I'm doing this for lack of ambition to write for the fascist school paper.
Hot List:
Daft Punk
Pearl Jam-Riot Act
Radiohead-Hail to the Thief
the New York Times
Rushmore
the Children of Men (novel)
New books?
looking ahead
School Dances.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
leaving
im leaving here for a week to go to mexico-my dad's little adventure. nothing luxurious...i'll probably drink the water because taylor won't be there to remind me not to.
taylor is important to me, taylor is the possible way of the future. or i could forget about her in a year-its two extremes, but we like to pretend it's the former. she's afraid of funny things but i like that. she's really effortless for the most part, especially the way she talks. everything actually. we're mutually cultural, but different facets. we're fine with doing nothing at all and shit's never awkward no matter how quiet (this is important.) we don't need to converse (literally or in the new agey- sense), we can just sit. and it'd be fine. we could sit for the rest of our lives on the red couch to the immediate left of me and it's be fine.
so there's a blur video and my two cents on taylor...cos i told her it'd be there.
see you in a week
(if i am to die, like usual, all my possessions are up for grabs)
taylor is important to me, taylor is the possible way of the future. or i could forget about her in a year-its two extremes, but we like to pretend it's the former. she's afraid of funny things but i like that. she's really effortless for the most part, especially the way she talks. everything actually. we're mutually cultural, but different facets. we're fine with doing nothing at all and shit's never awkward no matter how quiet (this is important.) we don't need to converse (literally or in the new agey- sense), we can just sit. and it'd be fine. we could sit for the rest of our lives on the red couch to the immediate left of me and it's be fine.
so there's a blur video and my two cents on taylor...cos i told her it'd be there.
see you in a week
(if i am to die, like usual, all my possessions are up for grabs)
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
i still hate progressive rock. stuff i really learned to hate this year though was sufjan stevens (a voice like joni mitchell, "chamber pop" only works for belle and sebastian, never will complete "50 states" or be as prolific as robert pollard), the raconteurs (three good songs does not make for a good album, huge dissapointment), pitchfork, spin, anyhing mike mazella likes alot, swan lake, wolf parade, hardcore, metalcore, metal, most screaming, and rolling stone. stuff i learned to love include popular hip hop, italian girl, slate magazine, regina spektor's begin to hope, and the hold steady. more later.
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