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[30 Jun 2008|01:42pm]
i don't know why, but i get this weird sinking feeling whenever i hang around my apartment, especially if i'm screwing around on the internet. hopefully i'll manage to make a lot of freelance cash this month and go on a trip in august? i'm thinking new york, chicago, maybe even california to visit my brother. see, this is why i need a car and about $1000 in discretionary cash... i could just wind around the country and see greg b., whiney, ciabs (maybe), cayla, nora, alex, ryan, etc. etc. etc. last time, i did it by train and bus... a possibility, i suppose? i need to become one of those orbitz/expedia types who always manage to fly home for like sixty bucks, but that would likely mean more time on the internet and and and

in other news, someone's making a low budget film outside my apartment. i originally mistook it for a classic car show, which actually makes no sense in retrospect. or, rather, it wouldn't make sense anywhere other than mt. vernon, where residents are regularly treated like party-crashing impediments to community fun. i'm looking forward to hampden - good friends, big bass sounds, wiry treble sounds, muffled sex sounds (by household statute), cheaper rents, eventual air conditioners, and the kinds of minor, quickly solved implosions available only to folks who normally get along really well. (also, a bigger kitchen.)

this entry feels a lot more like something i'd post in my other blog, which is sort of heartening, given that i started writing here as a way of reconciling the weird psychic split that came after grad school. on top of that, i'm in a good mood, though general situation dictates that i shouldn't be. i think i'm going to go outside and read.

last thought
my horoscopes (i'm a cusp) today are terrifyingly accurate... witness:

Leo
Yesterday's financial theme continues, because the planets emphasize cash both today and tomorrow. Be a little more discerning when it comes to splashing out; impulse purchases could do with a certain amount of good sense. Leos do not like the thought of counting every cent, but today you might need to!

Virgo
The onus is on friendships today, but not in a brilliantly positive way! It could be that you and a certain friend could do with a little time apart in order to avoid a minor tension developing further, because it�s unlikely that you'll be in the right frame of mind to talk things through, and neither will they!

holy christ. also: "brilliantly positive" is a hilarious conflation of words.
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notes. [09 Jun 2008|02:23pm]
everyone with a livejournal should reread it from time to time... you manage to find stuff like this in the teenage wreckage. also: you remember how to remember.
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notes. [06 Jun 2008|03:06pm]
[ mood | waiting. ]

almost wrote a poem about waiting (in every sense of the word) today, but decided to draw pictures of flowers instead - sapphic ones, but not in the georgia o'keefe sense, as line drawings don't lend themselves to the high-colored clitoral stuff. more like h.d.'s passionate restraint, maybe? i want my sapphic shapes to be like the beer bottles chuck close shoves into bill wegman's nose, anyway, not the entire point of the drawing; they should permeate and encompass like the organic shapes that they are, suggesting a whole underculture of nature. etc. etc. etc.

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clearly needing to write... [05 Jun 2008|02:58pm]
[ mood | kinetic. ]

i've been on some kind of weird autopilot since my laptop died and i graduated, one i've decided requires a change of venue - the medium (temporarily) moved from blogspot to livejournal again, my entries banged out on a coffee shop computer rather than at home, my soundtrack composed of blandly multi-ethnic anarchist punk chosen by a doe-eyed barista and amateur anthropologist/sociologist rather than the rotation of fugazi, liquorette, and portishead that's been circling my CD player - in order to find its feng shui-ish antidote or, rather, the opposite: an embrace of obliterating my own sense of space as something i should own and control (and, by those lights, feel nervous about when i fail in truly owning/controlling said space). most of my frustrations lately have been of the "lack of control" variety, but this seems, in some way, like a cheap teacher/writer's complaint. i think i've grown accustomed to using art as a sort of injection mold, filtering the whole of reality into tight miniatures (class periods and short stories and novels and and and) to the point where i've started expecting a sort of reverse mimesis where life - of course! - should mimic art (i.e. present itself to me as something complete, bite-sized, and pointed). i had a conversation with one of my professors the other day where she congratulated me on re-entering the world of Potential Material, which she rightly posited as terrifying and energizing. i sometimes wonder if i'm up to it at this point, though... i never feel as old as when i'm detached in the service of art and, in the past two years, this sort of ironic distance has become a major part of both how i view my life and how i view my art. but, as always, it feels like books and people that inspire me are pulling me towards the awful thrills my professor spoke of, new ideas, new existence, a sort of greater embrace (that word again!) of my environment. all the things that were missing from my work until my last semester at hopkins, really, which makes me wonder what kind of number my last relationship really did on me. did it age me in the right way or the wrong way? is that even a valid question? who was i before and who was i afterwards? i was thumbing through rimbaud for fun last night and, though he's not necessarily my speed, his central conception of poetry and his relationship to it - "i is an other" - hit me pretty hard, if only because there was so much space between those words, so much space between the ideas implied by them. i could curl up inside that thought for a long, long time and, were i 21 or even 23, i suspect i would... i'd write a ten page essay about what it all means and post it here and forget myself and everyone else for about four hours as i did it. maybe i still will; maybe placing myself now in opposition to myself yesterday is a fallacy. but the other things i've been reading and taking in - candle wax spreading over canvas in controlled chaos, susan sontag declaring herself unconvinced of her own talents until she managed the volcano lover, loneliness via neurotic protection and dissection - speak of something else, something my friend darci told me after she graduated... a need for expansion, of analytical woodshedding, of reading and spreading my head into other areas. a need to embrace, i guess, and allow for everything again until i recall or reconsider what i need and find myself reacting to what i don't need again. a large-scale allergy test, sort of? i don't know, this entry smacks of talking to myself, but even that's interesting... more a function of livejournal than anything, maybe, because i know whose friends' lists i'm on and, as a result, have an idea of whether this is interesting to them or not. which, i suppose, means that this entry is all about connections, in one form or another. more later...

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[03 Jun 2007|07:53pm]
[ mood | puritanical. ]

i figure three months is a wide enough gap to reiterate for stragglers: my blog, língua não identificada, has been getting updated a lot more than this garbage heap masquerading as a healthy, functional journal. pictures, book reviews, songs, videos, etc. so: take a short hypertextual trip over there if you're so inclined. bam.

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[15 Feb 2007|11:31pm]
[ mood | hmmm. ]

Faith has tagged me to write about 10-15 songs starting with the letter V. Weirdly, I am in the mood to do this. So...

Electric Wizard - "Vinum Sabbathi"
For literally months following my brother Ryan's discovery of this band - one of the heaviest stoner metal bands of all time - he was convinced that they were some overlooked pioneers from the late 70s or 80s. Later, we both found out that they formed in the mid-90s, but it didn't destroy the mystique or anything... this band still totally revised what we thought of as "awesome" in rock music. I found a review of this song once where they described the drums as both "awesome" and "stupid," which covers everything that's great about it.
Jimi Hendrix - "Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)"
Back in high school, this was one of several songs that made me scared of trying to play guitar. It also made me feel like I was stoned (or, rather, what I imagined feeling stoned would be like... I was a total goody-goody, as Faith can probably attest).
Can - "Vitamin C"
This reminds me of hanging out at 203 in Greenpoint with Jas circa 2004, deciding whether to get Chinese or Thai. Hmmph.
Blonde Redhead - "Violent Life"
See above.
Polvo - "Vibracobra"
...and this reminds me, simultaneously, of Matt Mitchell from Rectangle, Rose Marshack from Poster Children, and Sebastian Stirling. My intro to non-Shapes Polvo began with this song, which all the aforementioned considered (as far as I could tell) the band's early peak. I sometimes wonder what each of them has been up to lately...
Cabinet of Natural Curiosities - "Vineland (Part One)"
The best song that the Jas/Ryan/Joe era of Cabinet every committed to tape, I'd say. This was the moment when we realized that we might be a real band. Also: The beginning of the end, I'm sure, because we couldn't figure out how to duplicate the relaxed manner in which it came about.
The Minutemen - "Viet Nam"
John Hoeffleur (from the Beauty Shop) and I bonded over this song when I was easing into the band, way back in 2002. My love of the Minutemen was one of the few things we agreed on. (Ironically, John and I have plenty in common, both good and bad. This is just one thing we managed to bond over.)
Liquorette - "Video Game"
This sounds like the basement of 810 S. First St. in Champaign circa 2003 (i.e. rough and loud, but still weirdly appealing). It also reminds me of (again) Matt Mitchell from Rectangle, one of the few Liquorette enthusiasts I ever encountered. "When I play a video game/Or I drink a lot of beer/I can hear you call my name/And I want you to be here/Whoa-oh-oh."
Small Factory - "Versus Tape"
This is where my tolerance for twee and my weird love of the emo (or indie? whatever) band Versus came together in the form of a really catchy, sad, upbeat pop song. Ryan dug this one up when he was a KRUI DJ and it still makes me smile in a sideways, "I can't believe how heartbroken and daft this is" way.
Nirvana - "Verse Chorus Verse"
This is one of the first songs the Paper Dolls ever learned/covered, with the understanding that it's not sacrilege to cover a Nirvana B-side. We learned it from listening to the No Alternative comp, though it's apparently in the With the Lights Out box set.
Pixies - "Velouria"
Every unrequited romance I had as a teenager likely had this as the soundtrack, especially the one where I had a crush on the singer from the Velouria Beat. (Ha!)
The Velvet Underground - "Venus in Furs"
The logic puzzle I had to solve to enjoy the Velvet Underground, "Venus in Furs" gave me a filthy glimpse of New York that colored my view of it for years. Before the VU, it'd been Seinfeld and From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.
Bjork - "Venus as a Boy"
Bjork really morphed my musical tastes in mid-high school, pulling me out of "rockist" grunge obsession and into electronic stuff. Venus as a Boy, which I bought as a single because I didn't have enough money for a full-length record, was pretty key in this development... I used to play it on repeat while laying on my aquamarine bedroom floor.
Stone Temple Pilots - "Vasoline"
Ah, to be in 7th grade and addicted to Alternative Nation again. Kennedy and Bill Bellamy liked this song, I'm sure, but I waited for it, taped it off the TV so I could watch the video over and over. Along with "Today", "Cannonball", "Daughter", and Nirvana's catalogue, "Vasoline" was talismanic for me and informed my idea of what sounded "good" for years.
Unwound - "Valentine Card/Kantina/Were, Are and Was or Is"
My friend Mandy, who I haven't seen forever, told me she used to get little 3" CD-Rs, put this song on them, and give the finished products out as Valentine's Day gifts.

Seems appropriate to end there...

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hey, i suddenly remember why i used to blog... [04 Feb 2007|04:13pm]
[ mood | not bad. ]

apparently, i used to write a lot for school stuff and, thus, wanted/needed some relief from said so-called "serious" writing. on that note: hey, língua não identificada was just updated, so check it.

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more relevant every day... [01 Feb 2007|02:14pm]
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[14 Jan 2007|01:08am]
happy birthday.
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the livejournal "winter" template includes an aurora borealis, for some reason. [25 Dec 2006|03:54am]
[ mood | christmas. ]

in other news, the last vestiges of my catholic upbringing seem to be kicking in, 'cause i'd pay good money right about now to hear a full congregation of half-tonal suburbanites chant "o come o come emmanuel." but, according to soulseek, that hymn only comes in two flavors: belle & sebastianed (which is actually pretty good) or sufjan stevensed (no comment). religious reservations aside, i still love the collective thrill of church music and, as a result, i'd still rather hear the massiveness of a mass than sufjan's fey coos... it's the same impulse that makes me wanna check out the sunday evening vespers at the mount vernon pentecostal church (which i plan on doing as soon as i get back) instead of [insert touring indie pop band playing ottobar here].

end of the year...

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excuses to buy new comics. [02 Nov 2006|06:21am]
[ mood | small pond! ]

hey, my proposal for a mini-course in graphic novels and contemporary cartooning was accepted! as of early january, i'll be teaching kids how to read adrian tomine and parse the sociohistorial significance of maus. daniel yezbick*'s probably having a mild seizure right now ;-)

any suggestions as to what texts i should teach? it's only a six-class, "pay the bills" sort of course, but i plan on assigning at least two texts per class, as each is about two hours long. so far, i'm thinking scott mccloud's understanding comics, tomine's summer blonde, maus I & II, chris ware's jimmy corrigan, dan clowes' ghost world, alex robinson's box office poison, watchmen, and seth's it's a good life if you don't weaken. other things, too, but that's my prelim...

*my undergrad comics instructor

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you've got to look into the [07 Feb 2006|07:47pm]
[ mood | getting coffee. ]

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*ahem* [27 Apr 2005|08:43am]
[ mood | awake - 1. ]

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i'm still awake and the boredoms are still awesome.

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talking points: [21 Feb 2005|07:29pm]
[ mood | wide awake. ]

1
apparently can openers are on the way out, sez rolling stone. pull top lids are the way of the future. thank you, rolling stone, for enlightening the music community.

2
listening to nirvana makes me vaguely upset in that it makes me hate any and all music coming out right now. "on a plain" is probably number one on my list of songs that i wish i could have written. others include:
stereolab - "the noise of carpet"
pixies - "dig for fire"
seam - "hey latasha"
sonic youth - "teenage riot"
poster children - "space gun"
pavement - "gold sounds"
fugazi - "repeater"
hum - "iron clad lou"
polvo - "tragic carpet ride"


3
so: i'm listening to all my "early nineties indie/alternative rock" because i feel like making a mix tape; the theme will probably be, in fact, "early nineties indie/alternative rock." this is a natural extension of my 1994 mix, which i brought to LJ "light" in december of 2003 and am just now getting around to actually putting together. for the record, this is my favorite period of pop music ever, and not just because i grew up during the period in which it was happening. ask me about it sometime.

more later.

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[21 Dec 2004|11:56pm]
Joe's Inferno
Act II, Scene I




Mikey: The first time he talked shit about the British improv scene he's like, "Oh I'm not gonna TALK ABOUT THAT SHIT AND THEN.."

Joe: Oh yeah, the only people who are gonna care about that shit are people that read Wire..

Mikey: Well I met Thurston Moore once and like, Kim Gordon was shopping in J Crew and everyone had a big stink about it and my friend was like, "Oh shit that's Kim Gordon" and every time she would look at her they would like have a stink-eye match and Laura won because she wants to win on everyone..

Joe: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Mikey: Yeah Jim O'Rourke is nice but like, Vincent Gallo comes in and like, everyone knows he's a record dork and who cares about your stupid records I'd rather hear about your boring date last night but really do any of them have girlfriends?

Joe: Like Crunkmaster?!?! !!!

Mikey: Oh he hasn't been in since summer..

Joe: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Jasmine's writing experimental fiction.

Mikey: That's the thing, my life is experimental fiction! I have dreams about my experimental fiction life!

Joe: Yeah.. When I was reading Wire, I felt really bad for you.

Mikey: My life is a never ending issue of Wire! AND I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO BE ON THE COVER! AND IT WILL BE A GIANT METAPHYSICAL RIFT. A PICTURE OF ME HOLDING A COPY OF WIRE WITH ME ON THE COVER HOLDING A COPY OF WIRE WITH ME ON THE COVER HOLDING A COPY OF ME ON THE COVER!

Joe: She's still writing.

Mikey: LIKE ZORN. I'm really pissed off at Zorn. He told me he'd let me do an interview, then he went and wrote a book on massage and like, with different bands, four bands a night, everyone raved and said it was cool and he's going to publish this set of massage books and it kinda pisses me off! He's so busy getting his ass licked by the downtown scene! Again!

Joe: Yeah dude I hear ya. Massage.

Mikey: Yeah it's fucking Zornworld and it's fucking

Joe: Yeah that sounds like a ring of hell in Joe's Inferno.

Mikey: Do you want to bring the Kinks into this?
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i thought this was interesting... [14 Dec 2004|03:38pm]
[ mood | ha! ]

earlier today, i was reading about the new yeah yeah yeahs DVD at lost at sea and it dawned upon me that i've never really read an actual interview with the band. this seemed like a weird sort of travesty, considering my current vocation, so i went out and looked for interviews. the first thing i came across was just some british press-ified, zinetastic interview with nick zinner that covered most of the standard yeah yeah yeahs bio stuff (karen o has a personal designer, brian chase does symphonic composition, zinner has cool hair). the second thing i came across was a prefix magazine interview with karen. it wasn't the world's most striking interview - she's not the most profound rock star around - but she did mention one thing that i found interesting:

Prefix: Do you worry about all the attention is given to the fashion style of the band? Do you think there's too much of a focus on that and not the music?
Karen: Yeah, of course. And that comes with being a female lead singer of a band. You'll see that with tons of women in rock. It's pretty unreal how many offers I turn down that are strictly fashion stuff. It sort of goes hand in hand with me. It sort of rounds out my persona better. But the press of course is going to focus on things like that since its exciting and it's a very trend-centric kind of writing. But then every now and then we get Thurston Moore writing an amazing piece on our music having nothing to do with our clothes. That kind of balances out the hundreds and thousands of other reviews.


(http://www.prefixmag.com/features.php?t=interview&f=yeah_yeah_yeahs_interview_part1)

now, i find a lot of this interesting. her total acceptance of her sexual position as cultural collateral and the subsequent need to turn it into a surface level persona, for example, is totally fascinating, especially since this places her within a lexicon of objectified female pop stars attempting to control their image (madonna, christina aguilera, even sarah fucking maclachlan), but a at a lower level and b without much of a struggle. i mean, she blatantly constructed herself as an image (rather than a flesh-and-blood person) from the get-go, which makes her a really strange and postmodern, if marginalized, cultural icon. i'll stop, since i could probably write a twenty page paper about this.

anyway: the part that i started researching, being the music nerd i am, was the thurston moore thing. i found it strange that thurston moore supposedly gave the yeah yeah yeahs good reviews, mostly because i'd never heard about it. yes, i'm that far gone. still: most bands wear the approbation of "elder statesman" moore on their sleeves (much like most bands wear the production of "elder statesman" albini on their album stickers). it was sort of a "what the deuce?" moment, so i looked it up. i didn't come up with thurston, but i came up with lee ranaldo's comments on the new york "class of 2002," if you will:

"There's something about the energy of what goes on here in the city," Ranaldo says. "The map expands larger than that, but there's a lot of what we do that's informed by different things that happen in New York. In the early days, that music couldn't have been made anywhere else. And that's kind of true recently, too, I guess. It's somewhere in our mind that the music is about New York."

"I think right now there's a lot of bands that are really reflecting this new New York energy - like the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the Liars and all that stuff," Ranaldo says, referring to some of the groups presently charging up through the Bowery's clubs. And so the Sonics twist their pegs as New York pulses around them - the New Rock rising, the aged lions co-existing like the stately, elegant facades of old New York.


(http://www.hearsay.cc/features/articles/05-10-06-02/SonicYouth.html)

what struck me about lee's commentary was, frankly, that it's the exact same thing i've said to my girlfriend a number of times when discussing the cultural implications of the new new york new wave no wave thing that's been happening over the last two or three years. i've gone off on entire tirades about the yeah yeah yeahs being interesting to me precisely because there was no way they could have formed anywhere other than new york. yes, this could be said about a lot of bands, but i mean it more in this way: if you threw these three people together in, say, seattle, they would not be the same band. new york is a weird, paradoxically heterogenous monoculture that feeds upon itself, that produces certain attitudes that really just aren't found elsewhere, and many of these - the marriage of artsy postmodernism and commerce, the retro-referencing via obscure influences, the pure irony of the whole enterprise - are uniquely new yorkian in a lot of ways (and, even then, i'm doing a terrible job of explaining what i'm trying to get at here). i've been studying london, what john clement ball refers to as "the semi-detached metropolis," for an essay in my brit lit class and it's really making me think about these massive supercities, like new york or london or tokyo, as distinctly removed from the countries that birth them. london may represent britain, but most of britain has nothing to do with london. by the same token, new york may represent a complete and total convergence of all american culture to most countries outside of us (or to many people within the city, for that matter), but it's actually an entity that's extremely removed from the general "american experience" that most outside it work within. unlike, say, the midwest, where a band from champaign might sound exactly like a band from minneapolis or seattle, new york produces a certain mentality and, as a result, many bands within the city have entire systems of cultural signs assigned to them from the moment of conception. it's easy for a band from new york to approximate, say, a band from olympia's sound (see: the moldy peaches), but can a band from olympia sound new yorkian? do i even know what the hell i'm talking about?

it's getting late and i can see all the cracks in this argument. and, worse, i could answer them, but i really need to go work on other things. blah.

still, i'm glad i got the chance to muse on something other than postcolonial literature for a few minutes. don't mind me.

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my 100 favorite songs of all time: [03 Sep 2004|02:13pm]
[ mood | caetano veloso - "tropicalia" ]

note: i conjured up this list when i was separated from my CD collection over the summer. as a result, it's only an attempt - the list is pretty much always in flux. don't try this at home, etc.

01 sonic youth - "candle"
02 slint - "good morning captain"
03 rolling stones - "gimme shelter"
04 the velvet underground - "black angel's death song"
05 pavement - "perfume-v"
06 beck - "where it's at"
07 my bloody valentine - "only shallow"
08 mission of burma - "that's how i escaped my certain fate"
09 drive like jehu - "luau"
10 blur - "coffee & tv"
11 smashing pumpkins - "silverfuck"
12 mudhoney - "touch me i'm sick"
13 nirvana - "frances farmer will have her revenge on seattle"
14 fugazi - "by you"
15 june of 44 - "of information and belief"
16 nirvana - "sliver"
17 jeff buckley - "grace"
18 rodan - "shiner"
19 unwound - "terminus"
20 mogwai - "like herod"
21 nirvana - "on a plain"
22 sonic youth - "teenage riot"
23 the beatles - "happiness is a warm gun"
24 polvo - "tragic carpet ride"
25 unwound - "all souls day"
26 wu-tang clan - "shame on a nigga"
27 beat happening - "hot chocolate boy"
28 poster children - "junior citizen"
29 caetano veloso - "tropicalia"
30 the beatles - "tomorrow never knows"
31 the olivia tremor control - "grass canons"
32 the damned - "machine gun etiquette"
33 can - "mushroom"
34 hum - "afternoon with the axolotls"
35 pearl jam - "corduroy"
36 the beach boys - "god only knows"
37 joy division - "transmission"
38 rectangle - "teotihuacan"
39 stereolab - "john cage bubblegum"
40 liquorette - "don't quit your job joan"
41 wire - "i am the fly"
42 modest mouse - "heart cooks brain"
43 polaris - "summerbaby (i was around)"
44 the microphones - "the moon"
45 the slits - "so tough"
46 helium - "pat's trick"
47 eric's trip - "sand"
48 the sex pistols - "bodies"
49 weezer - "holiday"
50 yo la tengo - "false alarm"
51 tricky - "hell is around the corner"
52 sonic youth - "expressway to yr skull"
53 pink floyd - "time"
54 neutral milk hotel - "oh comely"
55 macha loved bedhead - "only the bodies survived"
56 radiohead - "morning bell (kid a version)"
57 pavement - "gold soundz"
58 braid - "the new nathan detroits"
59 operation ivy - "sound system"
60 shudder to think - "x-french tee shirt"
61 mogwai - "helicon 2"
62 the minutemen - "history lesson pt. 2"
63 the refused - "liberation frequency"
64 jimi hendrix - "spanish castle magic"
65 bad brains - "pay to cum (black dots version)"
66 the who - "my generation"
67 cheap trick - "surrender"
68 talking heads - "once in a lifetime"
69 nine inch nails - "march of the pigs"
70 do make say think - "fredericia"
71 the germs - "lexicon devil"
72 buddy holly - "not fade away"
73 the who - "baba o'reilly"
74 the pharcyde - "oh shit!"
75 black flag - "police story"
76 x - "we're desperate"
77 the flaming lips - "the spark that bled"
78 brainiac - "hot metal dobermans"
79 the pixies - "tame"
80 sleater-kinney - "the hot rock"
81 faraquet - "a study in movement"
82 raymond scott - "powerhouse"
83 husker du - "new day rising"
84 miles davis - "freddie freeloader"
85 outkast - "b.o.b."
86 pulp - "common people"
87 the breeders - "cannonball"
88 mission of burma - "max ernst"
89 three mile pilot - "glitter wave"
90 the replacements - "color me impressed"
91 wilco - "i am trying to break your heart"
92 the fall - "the classical"
93 fugazi - "repeater"
94 massive attack - "inertia creeps"
95 bjork - "hyperballad"
96 richard hell and the voidoids - "blank generation"
97 os mutantes - "bat macumba"
98 primal scream - "accelerator"
99 the breeders - "iris"
100 new order - "blue monday"

ALMOSTS:
101 tortoise - "djed"
102 imperial teen - "ivanka"
103 my bloody valentine - "sometimes"
104 hum - "iron clad lou"
105 blonde redhead - "violent life"
106 poster children - "space gun"
107 talking heads - "the great curve"
108 sunny day real estate - "days were golden"
109 the velvet underground - "white light/white heat"
110 rolling stones - "street fighting man"
111 radiohead - "the tourist"
112 dinosaur jr. - "little fury things"
113 the dismemberment plan - "that's when the party started"
114 the ramones - "today your love, tomorrow the world"
115 polvo - "enemy insects"
116 hum - "stars"
117 pavement - "grounded"
118 sonic youth - "saucer-like"
119 bob dylan - "subterranean homesick blues"
120 rectangle - "the eights i see you make"


feel free to comment on my choices or, you know, make your own list.

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the pope fears that george w. bush is the antichrist. in other news: [11 Jun 2004|11:32am]
[ mood | ha! ]

joe: even more damningly, i just read that morrissey himself slammed george w.
joe: hehe.
sam: oh yeah, when morrissey ain't on your side....
joe: hehe.
joe: he probably said something terribly, terribly witty at bush's expense.
joe: OH THE HUMANITY.
sam: in my position of the day book, there is a sex position called the morrissey that is just two people standing up, facing each other, and staring at each other.

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typical exchange with ted. [11 May 2004|12:02am]
[ mood | these times are SUCH a mess! ]

concerning NYC

theZeppo935: best of luck
paperdrums: free shows, lots of subway riding, a monkey in pajamas, ethnic food as far as the eye can see...
paperdrums: large buildings.
paperdrums: NYC, sir.
theZeppo935: hahaha
theZeppo935: a beautiful vision
paperdrums: *tear comes to eye*
theZeppo935: i hope to one day see NYC, in a movie or tv show
paperdrums: hehehe.

i believe he was on day two of a four day blow binge during this conversation...

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double stuff. [22 Apr 2004|07:29am]
[ mood | donut-craving. ]

hey, this week's comic is huge. toldja:

on a related note, i also did a music review (in "reviews") and an article about the blackouts (in "music") in today's buzz. thursdays are big days in my area of the world.

happy birthday, tessa!
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