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Thursday, July 28, 2005

 

Do you think they listen to Indie rock in pergatory?

Someone said blog and I remembered just how sweet it is; If you will it that is. It frightens me to see those lists of top 5 albums of 2005 because I have slowly but surely neglected the sweet nectar that is Indie rock. I'm thinking of subscribing to this new service called Redpix. This fellow with a fantastic middle name sends you 5-10 albums a month for a small fee of $10 or a quarterly payment of a carton of camel lights. I think he also accepts other miscellaneous goods or services such as DVD's, booze, hookers, and late night injurious fall protection.

I recently took a trip to California and drove 1652 miles from San Francisco to Las Vegas to the Grand Canyon to San Diego. Here are a few of the thoughts I had:

1. Wait...I think I've been to this gas station before.
2. It's so refreshing to see Laney's breasts as opposed to Trent's chest divot while driving. Concurrent thought: It's not so refreshing to listen to Laney's music as opposed to Trent's.
3. Please Steve....save the pepperocini!
4. Cheesy Americans ruin the beauty of Sonoma and Nappa. Greasy, horny Italians make Tuscany much more appealing.
5. Ahhhh the Missions....that's where we barbequed. That's where we blew up glass bottles with fireworks. That's the computer Dan would use everyday while we waited.
6. R.I.P. Krishna.

It was a magnificent trip all around. Hope everyone is doing well. Let the blog reawakening continue.

V

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

 

Top 5 etc.

I had this big, long post ready, sure to excite everyone but my computer froze at the critical posting moment. Therefore I'll just post my music selections out of laziness.


My Top 5 So Far this Year:
1. Decembrists - Picaresque
2. Mountain Goats - Sunset Tree
3. New Pornographers - Twin Cinema
4. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - (self titled)
5. Bloc Party - Silent Alarm



Other Albums I've Enjoyed Very much: (pretty much a pool from which I'd fill in my top 10 (in no particular order))

Vitalic - OK Cowboy
Six Organs of Admittance - School of the Flower
Beck - Guero
Iron & Wine - Woman King EP
Frank Black - Honeycomb
Kanye West - Late Registration
Cloud Cult - Advice...
Lou Barlow - Emoh

Of course I still haven't downloaded/listened to many albums I've been meening to)

Worst Album Ever:

Weezer: Make Believe

Sunday, July 17, 2005

 

Don't Fret, Good Buddy

Since Trent is itching for some hot, blogging action, Im gonna satisfy his needs and give him a hot slab on Mike Y random thoughts, then Im gonna follow that up top five list of my favorite discs this year, so far....

Here are some random thoughts; feel free to add insightful meaning as necessary:

1. Im probably going to stay in Syracuse for another year
2. My top choices for grad school, in order: American, Syracuse, Georgetown, George Washington
3. Family Guy has never been funnier
4. Im considering painting my room a navy blue, but my mom disagrees with my choice
5. Karl Rove is a dick; he deserves to get shanked, possibly in the eye
6. City of God is the best movie I have seen in quite some time; plus you score extra points with film school elitists (ahem, whi) because it is both foreign and not in english. But they minus points immediately because its kinda popular anyways

And now for my preliminary best of list. This was a tough choice to make, mainly because I didn't know whether to put the ones I think are the best or the ones I listen to the most. I know that sounds contradictory, but there is actually a reason for it. My sweet beast of an automobile, as many of you know, is missing both a passenger window and a functioning exhaust system. This makes anything remotely quiet or subtle impossible to hear, plus its summer and I like happy stuff, so this list will certainly change in the near future

On to the List

5. Lou Barlow - Emoh
I love this CD so much, its just chock full of solid, honest and well written songs. Ol' Lou has never sounded better

4. Mugison - Lonely Mountain
Straight from Iceland, I like to think that Mugison explores volcanoes and glaciers all day, then comes home and records exactly what it sounds like, and by that I mean acoustic guitars mixed with bleeps and buzzes and and stuff that shouldn't be coherent at all but somehow is. Super bedtime CD

3. The Kills - Keep On Your Mean Side
Imagine the White Stripes; then image them if them if they were super mean, addicted to heroin and fuck buddies. That is what The Kills sound like

2. Bloc Party - Silent Alarm
A true crowd pleaser; I still haven't heard anyone who doesn't like this CD. 80s inspired, in a good way. Plus its good to see a brother get some action in the indie rock

1. Cloud Cult - Advice From The Happy Hippo
Really, I cant describe this CD. I can try, but it probably wont work. Take a good indie rock band with a guy singing that kinda sounds like guy from Modest Mouse. Then add equal portions of overt joy, Shins, electronics, Four Tet, Flaming Lips, Neil Young covers and hippos.

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