Weird love's better than no love.

Buffy ,'Dirty Girls'


Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach  

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.


Atropa - Dec 06, 2007 8:33:32 pm PST #6883 of 10003
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Jilli! Come down to San Francisco and see the Siouxsie with me! And JZ and Juliana and other people.

Whaaaaaaaah! I want to, believe me.

Let's spend money we don't have.

oooh, that's a fun game! Don't tell Pete.


Hayden - Dec 06, 2007 8:38:27 pm PST #6884 of 10003
aka "The artist formerly known as Corwood Industries."

Jon, if it's not too late, one more "Little Drummer Boy": Neutrino on the My Pal God Holiday Record 2.


Jon B. - Dec 07, 2007 12:22:51 am PST #6885 of 10003
A turkey in every toilet -- only in America!

Jon, the Hoodoo Gurus do a great version called "Little Drummer Boy (Up the Khyber)" that I can send to you.

I've got that one, David, but I'd forgotten it. Thanks for the reminder!

Neutrino on the My Pal God Holiday Record 2

Excellent! The show isn't for two weeks, so keep 'em coming.


Frankenbuddha - Dec 07, 2007 3:34:07 am PST #6886 of 10003
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Let's spend money we don't have.

Well there is that. Stupid reality. What fun are book deals if you don't get any mad money out of it.


Vonnie K - Dec 07, 2007 3:37:57 am PST #6887 of 10003
Kiss me, my girl, before I'm sick.

Thanks so much for "Shoot Out the Lights", Corwood! I like it tons.


Juliebird - Dec 07, 2007 3:39:56 am PST #6888 of 10003
I am the fly who dreams of the spider

what is this music group and how can I be a part of it? I'm with Vonnie in trying to complete my Life soundtrack.


Dana - Dec 07, 2007 3:41:23 am PST #6889 of 10003
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

For my chorus' Christmas pops concert, the orchestra is doing something called "Little Bolero Boy," which is "Little Drummer Boy" arranged in the style of "Bolero". It's moderately cute.

Not that I have it to share.


Hayden - Dec 07, 2007 7:07:44 am PST #6890 of 10003
aka "The artist formerly known as Corwood Industries."

When our drummer ran downstairs last night at the practice space to grab some water, I asked if he would pick up a folding chair, too. He said when he came back that there was a new person manning the desk, a youngish woman, who gave him attitude and insisted that they don't have folding chairs, even though I've been getting one from the equipment room for years.

Anyway, a couple of hours later, we were paying our bill and checking out with the regular guy we know, a shredder metal guitarist who's close to my age. The new girl was sitting on the ground behind him. She's maybe 20. She sneers when she looks at me. I'm assuming this is because I'm an ancient fat guy instead of the regular clientele. Then she says to me, "It's really not cool to wear your own band shirt." I look down at my vintage Guided By Voices tee, not getting it at first. She says, sneering even more now, "Someone needed to tell you."

I get it all of the sudden. "Really? Why is that so uncool?," I ask her. Now she stands up, and she looks so full of contempt and pity that I almost laugh, but I'm playing it close, so I don't. I exchange a look with the shredder guy. "That's, like...," she starts. "He wasn't in Guided By Voices," the shredder says, quietly and firmly. She looks at him. She looks at me. "What?," she says.

"GBV rocked," the guy says. "If he'd been in GBV, I'd comp his damn room and get you to take a picture of me with him. But he wasn't in GBV. He's just wearing a GBV shirt."

She looks insecure now, maybe a little embarrassed. I think she should be embarrassed, so I don't talk to her. "Shame they broke up," I say to him. "Yep," he says, "I was at their last Stubb's show. Pollard's a fucking genius."

He hands me my receipt.


shrift - Dec 07, 2007 7:14:03 am PST #6891 of 10003
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Oh, Corwood. t facepalm The ignorance, it burns. That's even worse than the kids tuning into House after American Idol and asking, "What's that 'teenage wasteland' song?"


Sue - Dec 07, 2007 7:17:29 am PST #6892 of 10003
hip deep in pie

Oh Corwood. Those hipsters, with their attitudes and complicated hair.

I remember going to shows and wondering who those 30-something oldsters were, and when they were going to get a life. And now I'm one of them. (Of course, I don't go to shows much at all anymore. They start too friggin' late. )