River by Versus is on my iPod right now. I haven't listened to them much lately and I almost forgot just how fucking much I love that band.
And now it's Step Aside by Sleater-Kinney. The iPod is doing me right tonight.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
River by Versus is on my iPod right now. I haven't listened to them much lately and I almost forgot just how fucking much I love that band.
And now it's Step Aside by Sleater-Kinney. The iPod is doing me right tonight.
City of Fun – The Only Ones
Is that as good as "Another Girl, Another Planet"?
Hec, from way back: Kate Spade bags are not particularly expensive or "fancy." They are solidly middlebrow in every way.
I think I see them as being really expensive, but not especially flashy. But I only own three purses, and they all came from either Target or the sales table at Hecht's, so what do I know?
My first 10 tracks on iPod shuffle:
1. "Genius," Warren Zevon
2. "Bam Thwok," The Pixies
3. "Goon Squad," Elvis Costello
4. "Get the Wow," Shonen Knife
5. "Sunshine Superman," Jewel
6. "Abattoir Blues," Nick Cave
7. "Wouldn't You Like to Know," Dismemberment Plan
8. "Shine a Light," Rolling Stones
9. "Sunglasses at Night," Corey Hart
10. "The Origin of Love," Jonathan Richman
Is that as good as "Another Girl, Another Planet"?
Yeah, but it's not IIRC a stomp in the way AGAP is; like a lot of their stuff it's moodier and glummer.
In my book, right now(AIFG) Terry Quinn is making out with a woman who likes Dismemberment Plan(whom he calls Dismembered Man) and she swats him playfully. Poor Quinn. Everyone he knows tries to shape his musical tastes, when all the man really knows for sure is that he likes "Darkness on The Edge of Town" and, as of this book, that Proctor and Gamble isn't the same team as Gamble and Huff. I just thought the synchronicity was funny, I guess.(And I'm kind of the thread's Terry Quinn. Except I've not shot anyone. Yet.)
erika, that might be really funny ... except I'm deficient and don't know who Terry Quinn is.
Do you know the greatness that was the Plan? Because I can get all evangelical.
He is one of the PIs in one of Pelecanos' series, LJ. Since the author is a major music wonk who'd probably be more comfortable here than I, though, we always know both the heroes' and villains' grooves...the ones I know always tell me a lot about the characters involved, though, and no, my knowledge of that band is totally confined to "I've seen that recently. I know I have. Where?" ETA: Quinn's taste is sort of middle of the road mostly grew up in the eighties white-guy, except for what his partner Derek tries to tell him about soul. And Prince, whom Derek isn't comfortable with. Androgyny makes Derek nervous.(They spend a lot of time on stakeout talking about that stuff.)
My wife has her iPod back today. Life has lost all meaning.
Oh, but I am listening to Gary Higgin's Red Hash, a recommendation from a friend in Alabama. It's exquisite folksy hippie stuff. And Six Organs of Admittance, the most Faheyish of bands, covered the first song on their last album.
Thanks for the background, erika.
The Plan was like what would happen if Prince and the random indie rock band of your choice had a baby and gave it free reign of their collected music library, or possibly like if Cake wrote much better lyrics and had a singer who, um, couldn't exactly sing but could sure groove. And they're my favorite live and favorite local band of all time. (I'm not sure I would like them as much as I do if I hadn't seen them perform approximately ten times -- aforesaid singer-who-can't-really-sing was pure sex onstage, in a nerdy-indie-boy-getting-all-sweaty way.) I can upload a couple tracks to Buffistarawk if you want.
And they just came up on my iPod again. The music gods are being good to me.
The woman being a fan suggests to me that she has interesting musical tastes and probably likes to dance. The coolness factor fades as you get closer to D.C. -- true D.C. punk music snobs thought they were too pop or something.
(What? I warned I was gonna get evangelical.)
Probably so. She probably was a bit of a party girl before she started rescuing teen hookers full time.
Corwood, get the nano! You know you want to.
We have Elliott Smith playing on the office stereo, and it's making me even sadder than the news does. I need to go for a walk in the sun.
Oh, and erinaceous, if you read this, this photo's for you: [link]