Seattle was a whirlwind of stop and start, and I wish I'd written it all down yesterday when the train was shaking loose the smarter thoughts, the ones that are now jammed up and back from the impossibility of work, the practical, the problematic, the reality, the occasional spoonful of disgruntlement. If only the train had wi-fi. If only I'd just ( Read more... )

If you happen to be seeing Frightened Rabbit in the next x number of weeks and are willing to pick me up a shirt and mail it to me - I will of course pay you back - please let me know! I was thwarted tonight by the absence of a person from the merch table. And I REALLY WANT this shirt.

Best. Show. Ever. OK, not really. But it was exactly what I

The bass in the Wonder Ballroom is presently so ridiculous my phone's screen is vibrating. Not a Ratatat fan. Arg!

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Well, now I know what I want for my birthday....

I kind of feel dirty about how much I'm enjoying the Lily Allen album.

If I didn't spend $30 at the Bier Stein any night this week, then clearly it was totally right for me to spend $26 at the record store, right?

Right. Well, it is payday. And I did get a couple of things done AND a DVD of The Lives of Others appeared, which is very exciting, AND all I need to do now is write two 150-word music shorts BUT now that I ( Read more... )

What, based on the discs' appearance scattered around the CD player, appear to have been the tunes selected during Saturday night's 11-bottles-of-wine, one-six-pack and a couple shots of whiskey (not on my part!) drunken fiesta (complete with pork rinds). More revealing than you might think.

Band of Horses, Everything All the Time (early enough ( Read more... )

Dear Intarwebs,

What is the best Descendents album?

Don't say Everything Sucks, 'cause I have that one, see, and I've been listening to it so much I had a dream about a live Descendents show last night, and that's effed up, and in the dream they were playing really badly, which I'm taking as a sign that I need a different record.

xo,
M

The next fucking hipster trend that needs to DIE is the Ironically High Guitar, i.e. "I'm so fucking cool that I don't care at all that I look like a raging moron because I'm wearing my guitar as high as my nipples ( Read more... )