Even though your feet smell like cheese, we prefer to think they smell like good cheese.
To all of you with better taste in music than me, which i guess is all of you. I have been assigned to make a tape for this person: pablogigante . The odd thing about this trade is that i have been given guidelines on what to include on the tape, and i cannot decipher his crazy genres. He asked for "indie rock, lo-fi, 60's/70's psych, 70's/80's punk/post-punk, folk, whatever the shit you think would be cool" which i guess is kind of open-ended, but i'm still confused. So... clarity and suggestions?
In the midst of this i owe Rebekah, amongst other things, two more tapes. Five months!
Bis - The new transistor heroes.
Utopia Records, Sydney $12.95
I borrowed money from Peter to pay for this, paying him back as i always did, with a specal trust and understanding that i liked to pretend only he and i shared. Which reminds me. Could someone who sees him more often than i do please remind him that i owe him nineteen dollars.
Peter, Adrian, Henry and i, with surprise guest Amba Merchant, cut school one afternoon and travelled the three hour return trip to the city for to shop for records. Shock. Nicole Lopez asked us where we were going as we walked up the oval to Peter's car. There was an obvious lessening of her interest when we told her why we were actually going to the city. She was so square. Apparently she now earns 100K+ and drives a BMW. Before all her high rolling she also, wearing a six-inch wide white belt, laughed at me while i was waiting for my mum at the bakery.
I think i may have been the only one who bought anything to meet our epic voyage's purpose. I found this on the sale table out the front of Utopia. I had been without it for so long, so i bought. Success. As we were leaving we seperated with Amba, she staying in the city to meet up with people and make her own way home, which i always thought was cool. Our car trip home was the car trip where Henry was screaming "ROOTS, BLOODY ROOTS!!!" at every pedestrian, car and cyclist we passed. Fun times.
I have no story for this album. I cannot recall it ever helping me in a jam or partnering me in crime, which is exactly what this album calls for. But it is the album from one of the greatest bands that ever were. Other than that it is the "CD that my sister spilt milk on #1". Consequently the secret song at the end skips.
In the midst of this i owe Rebekah, amongst other things, two more tapes. Five months!
Bis - The new transistor heroes.
Utopia Records, Sydney $12.95
I borrowed money from Peter to pay for this, paying him back as i always did, with a specal trust and understanding that i liked to pretend only he and i shared. Which reminds me. Could someone who sees him more often than i do please remind him that i owe him nineteen dollars.
Peter, Adrian, Henry and i, with surprise guest Amba Merchant, cut school one afternoon and travelled the three hour return trip to the city for to shop for records. Shock. Nicole Lopez asked us where we were going as we walked up the oval to Peter's car. There was an obvious lessening of her interest when we told her why we were actually going to the city. She was so square. Apparently she now earns 100K+ and drives a BMW. Before all her high rolling she also, wearing a six-inch wide white belt, laughed at me while i was waiting for my mum at the bakery.
I think i may have been the only one who bought anything to meet our epic voyage's purpose. I found this on the sale table out the front of Utopia. I had been without it for so long, so i bought. Success. As we were leaving we seperated with Amba, she staying in the city to meet up with people and make her own way home, which i always thought was cool. Our car trip home was the car trip where Henry was screaming "ROOTS, BLOODY ROOTS!!!" at every pedestrian, car and cyclist we passed. Fun times.
I have no story for this album. I cannot recall it ever helping me in a jam or partnering me in crime, which is exactly what this album calls for. But it is the album from one of the greatest bands that ever were. Other than that it is the "CD that my sister spilt milk on #1". Consequently the secret song at the end skips.