Every time I'm about to write something serious, I end up writing some inconsequential opinion about some musical phenomenon.

While in Portland, on my brother's birthday, we drunkenly listened to the new Nas, and shrieked with glee over how good it was.  Shortly afterward, while talking about what initially attracted us to rap/hip-hop.  I found this ( Read more... )

ATTN: Friends who are dating asshole dudes/uber-controlling girls:

YOU
CAN
DO
BETTER

  
I decided to make an archive of some of the radio shows that Eddie and I had this past semester. Download and enjoy!

Each show had a specific theme.

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Chicken

Download here: http://rapidshare.de/files/39398824/Chicken.rar.html

1. Jerry Glen - 16 Chickens and a tambourine
2. the spark plugs - chicken
3. Olympics - chicken
4. andre Williams - the greasy ( Read more... )

Our last radio show was quite the sentimental affair, as Eddie is graduating this semester.  We alternated in four song blocks, like we've done all semester, except this time I played all songs Eddie had shown me and he played songs I introduced to him.   Also, for the last time we played the two best PSAs at the station -- Andrew WK telling you ( Read more... )

This has been my most nihilistic semester yet.

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Oh the things you find when you search for things like "meltdown" or "losing his shit" on YouTube....

I need to do something with my evening other than reading about the psychological history of Seung-Hui Cho

I feel like I've been hit by a truck  

Last week The Round Table put out its annual "parody" edition, and it was pretty great.  Considering how shitty the paper has been lately, with half and full page "ads" BEGGING students for submissions, it was a relief to read a bunch of hilarious and satirical pieces from people I know.

Makes me think that the Round Table should be just satire, ( Read more... )

listen to the country teasers

Rescue the Dead

Finally, to forgo love is to kiss a leaf,
is to let rain fall nakedly upon your head,
is to respect fire,
is to study man's eyes and his gestures
as he talks,
is to set bread upon the table
and a knife discreetly by,
is to pass through crowds
like a crowd of oneself.
Not to love is to live.
To love is to be led away
into a ( Read more... )