December 2009
31 posts
“Right now, I’d like to play a song that’s sung by a little guy. He’s a fellow in...”
– John Darnielle, Oct 13th @ Point Ephémère, Paris, France (via fuckyeahthemountaingoats)
favorite decades of music within the past hundred...
It’s been a few days since I last posted. And I apologize for that. But soon, ‘twill all change. Lately, I have been doing things almost immediately after I wake up (example: 3/5 of the band, including me, slept at the studio last night, awoke at 7:30, started rockin’. Immediately.) I can’t really convey the immediacy as accurately as I would like to in this format; you,...
Wasn’t that funny, don’t worry.
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Eels;; Christmas is Going to the Dogs
I’m not trying to be deep or poetic or anything, but I looked in a mirror today and it honestly didn’t look like me. At all. It looked like a really creepy, snakelike guy. Very frightening.
But my hair did look REALLY good.
I’m really glad that, to the best of my knowledge, no one has publicly stayed that David Bowie’s song “china girl” is racist.
Cars, man. Gary Numan, man!
Train in Vain
Being on this damn train affords me so much time. But it’s typically time alone. I want to hold a party on a train. I think it would be really fun. In fact, I will. And a concert. Dunno if I should try it without telling/asking the conductor, which is easier and more rebellious, but more risky, or if I should get the company’s permission, which would mean censorship and more...
Fambly Phun
Athena and I are working on doing a cover or “the wanting comes in waves/repaid” by the decemberists using two keyboards, a toaster, a bucket, a hammer, and a hi hat.
Maybe we’ll throw in a kick drum. Not sure yet. What am I sure of? It, my friends, will be absolutely b’dass.