Saturday, August 11, 2012

Song of the Day: "Scavenger"

I've been a fan (well, less fan more enthusiast, only because a fan probably knows the actual names of band members) of School of Seven Bells since back in 2008. Back then I described them as having a Cocteau Twins-like sound.

Today I might lead with Propaganda.

Either way, hooray.

Ghostory is their third album. One of the girl twins left, so there are only 2 names for me not to know.

Song: "Scavenger"
Artist: School of Seven Bells

Friday, August 10, 2012

Song of the Day: "The Art of Progress"

Thanks to unfortunate timing and similarities in names, it's easy for me to confound Work Drugs with The War on Drugs.  It doesn't help that both are from Philadelphia and both came to my attention as local bands via XPN2: Electric Bugaloo. But with this track I've featured Work Drugs as a song of the day 4 times, and the band's been together under 2 years.

Maybe it's subliminal: I don't approve of the War on Drugs(tm), now in its 4th decade, billions spent, little accomplished; I do approve of Work Drugs (Xanax, Adderall, Fuckitall, vodka).

According to the info at the video's YouTube listing, this was written back in 1994 as a response to Bill Clinton and Boris Yeltsin signing the Kremlin accords, ending the history of preprogrammed nuclear missiles aimed at each others' country, and dismantling the nuclear arsenal in Ukraine. But that's super obvious, just listen, just watch. 


If you want subtlety, use Club MTV clips. Wubba wubba wubba.

Why do I love this band? Because Rob Lowe from the jammin' sax solo scene of St. Elmo's Fire is in this video. As Rob says in that scene, "Let's rock!"

Song: "The Art of Progress"
Artist: Work Drugs

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Peeing in Pools with Ryan Lochte

Why are all my boyfriends named Ryan? Lochte, Gosling, Reynolds... It makes it easy for me to remember, that's why. Also here's hoping no one from SNL thinks to cast him as host this season--he's not ready.

Song of the Day: "Sleep Alone"

Two Door Cinnamon Cinema Club,  I think we can all agree this is exactly the kind of band I would have liked 25 years ago.

Some things never change.

But to be clear, they are not Scottish.

They are from Northern Ireland which is so completely different as to be laughable.

It's an entirely different plaid in the kilt.


Beacon, their second album, is out in September. Maybe they will tour with Stornaway and I won't end up pushing 70 and wanting to go see them on the other side of the world. By then we will have jet packs, but I will fly slow and with my blinker on the whole fucking way. "Go around!" I will yell. Just like I do in bed.

Song: "Sleep Alone"
Artist: Two Door Cinema Club

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Randy Travis looks like I feel these days

L: Randy Travis mug shot, Feb. 6, 2012
R: Randy Travis mug shot, Aug. 8, 2012
It seems like only yesterday, or 182 days before that, that we were lamenting the woes of the multi-talented multi-Grammy winner, Randy Travis (here). Randy was sitting in his car with an open bottle of an adult beverage and for some reason the buzz kills at the Denton County TX Sheriff's Department decided to make a big deal out of it.

Look, the man gets thirsty. You have to hydrate.

Actually the February incident was blamed on dehydration and an adverse reaction to over the counter allergy medication. Or as they're known in the gay community, meth.

Wait, who said anything about the gay community. Randy Travis isn't gay, is he? I mean, I certainly am not saying that

Randy Travis is gay.

I'm not. Why would I even think that?

Anyway, the man got thirsty again. It happens. And, hello, it's August, in Texas. That means it is hot. And what's worse than getting all sweaty in your clothes when it's hot? Nothing.

So it makes total sense to me that Randy would remove said clothes.

There's no law against driving around naked and drunk is there?

Oh. For reals?

Tough break dude.

Oh hey, did y'all know that Randy and his 20 years older than him manager turned wife is now his ex-manager/ex-wife? I'm too tired to point out all the obvious signs of her being a beard. If you can't see that then maybe you need to find a different blog. Perhaps something with kitties falling off couches. Travis claims that his double-ex- (wife/manager) divulged confidential information about him to damage his reputation and career. Court documents don't say what information she is alleged to have betrayed, but SPOILER ALERT, it might have something to do with him being gay.

But you should ask Kenny Chesney to be sure.

In all fairness, I have no specific information that Randy is gay. For all I know there's some other completely plausible explanation that fits all the pieces to this puzzle just as well as him being from an era and working in an industry where beards and closets were necessary if you wanted to be a headliner.  He didn't have anyone telling him that it gets better.

It gets better, Randy Travis! It does!!!

Call me. You and me and Clark can tear it up here in Portland. It's not very hot and the male strippers get completely nekkid and you won't even have to drive while you're here.

It gets better AND you can spent a long weekend with me. I'm that giving.

Just ask Kenny Chesney.

OMG this would be the worst thing of ever, EVER!!!

(h/t Derrak)

Flowing Data reports that FOX News is taking liberties (cough) with its graphics. Sorry, I mean "sit down, this is going to come as a shock!!!" I hope you didn't fall over.

Look at this increase that Barack HUSSEIN Obammer is about to single-handedly force on the American people!

That tax increase basically triples the tax paid by JOB CREATORS, the ones what create all the jobs (which haven't been created much lately). OUTRAGE!!!

This is tyranny x socialism + death panels.

Hitler and 9/11 and other bad stuff.

No thanks, Obammer! I want my country to fight its wars with a credit card--only the poor families whose kids have no other options should suffer in a time of war (thank you George W. Bush [war criminal/criminal against peace/drunk/dumb ass/entitled cry baby] for showing us that).

You'd better stock up on guns cause next Obammer will take all those.

Except it's not--they start the y-axis at 34% so the difference between 39.6% and 35% appears to be nearly 5x the current tax.

Flowing Data made a correct version of the chart:

And so did I, before I saw their's--I like using the full 0% to 100% range for my y-axes but that's primarily to avoid having differing scales across pages... I'm anal like that (and only that).

Boy, I wonder if FOX News realizes their mistake. I'm sure they will issue a correction soon.

This makes sense

Via I Love Charts

Song of the Day: "Splitter"

Calexico joins the Avett Brothers with a Sept. 11th release for their next album, Algiers.

I've heard them before, as collaborators with Neko Case, and a little from Carried to Dust, but hearing this I'm thinking I've been missing on a band I would really dig. So now they're loaded up in my library queue.

Song: "Splitter"
Artist: Calexico

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Song of the Day: "Ichiro's Theme (Go Go Ichiro)"

I am not sure if Ben Gibbard's upcoming solo album, Former Lives, is a sign that he's going to all Sting on Death Cab, or if it's just some kind of Zoe-break-up thing, or what. Since Ben wears a variety of musical masks with some regularity, I hope it's not the Sting thing.

I also wonder if Ben would have released this had he known Ichiro Suzuki would get himself traded to the Yankees just a few weeks ago (dude wants to win a World Series, I get it, but still, fuck the Yankees).

Ultimately I don't care either way. The song is adorable though.

Song: "Ichiro's Theme (Go Go Ichiro)"
Artist: Ben Gibbard

R.I.P. Marvin Hamlisch

1 of only 2 PEGOT winners (along with Richard Rodgers--the P is for a Pulitzer Prize), Marvin is also one of a very small number to win 3 Oscars on the same night (2 for The Way We Were and 1 for The Sting) and has written some of the most forgettable Oscar-nominated songs of the last 30 years. Seriously, he received Oscar nominations for songs from The Mirror Has Two Face Lifts Faces, Shirley Valentine, the movie version of A Chorus Line and Same Time Next Year; can you name any of them? Okay, can anyone who isn't John name any of them?

I don't begrudge him any of the Oscars he won, or nominations for Ice Castles or The Spy Who Loved Me.

A Chorus Line brought him a Pulitzer and his Tony, and this song is John's suggestion.

Since many of Marvin's Emmys (4), Oscars (3) and Grammys (4)--the man had a lot to dust on his mantle--are from collaborations with Babs, here's something that actually gets one each of the 3. He won an Emmy for Musical Direction for this special, the Grammy for Song of the Year and the Best Original Song Oscar for this.

So it's the laughter we will remember...
Rest in peace dude.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Happy Birthday Paul Bartel

Paul Bartel as Paul Bland in Eating Raoul!

Part Andy Warhol, part Stephen Tobolowsky, part Russ Meyer, part Christopher Guest, part Sam Raimi, no wait, Roger Corman (are Raimi and Corman redundant?); Bartel was a Fulbright scholar, actor, writer and director. He's like a horror movie-enthusiast version of Douglas Carter Beane (because the people who know DCB but don't know Paul are numerous) and, along with Mary Woronov, he's been part of some of the biggest cult movies of the 70s and 80s--a time when cult movie fans had to go out to see their movies at midnight (kids today have it so easy with their YouTubes and their Netflix, why back in my day you had to drive 18 miles, EACH WAY, to see a midnight movie).

And what's up with wearing their pants below their buttocks... that is not how you're supposed to wear pants!!!

Eating Raoul is his best known movie. You probably already knew that. It was like Saw meets Airplane! back in its time.

In his review of Death Race 2000, Roger Ebert described the movie thusly: "unnecessarily gratuitous in both nudity and violence." You had me at gratuitous.

We've talked about the night I met Joey Ramone right? (In my George Carlin post here.) Todd Rundgren was originally cast as the rock & roll act of interest for Rock 'n' Roll High School. Then Cheap Trick. Then DEVO. They considered Van Halen. Ultimately they went with my buddy Joey's band. Todd kicks himself still. If you passed up a chance to work with Clint Howard, PJ Soles and a Van Patten, wouldn't you?

Happy birthday dude! Rest in peace!

Super Friends

I've already forgotten where I found this, but I didn't make it... distracted...

He believes in America, just not for ALL of his money

(h/t Wonkette)

Yes Obammer, why are you demonizing the job creationisters who are creating the jobs (just not particularly fast or very many of them if you think about it)? And by demonizing I mean why are you suggesting that the wealthy merely pay the same fucking tax rates as the rest of the 'mericans.


Oh, and this dude, and his father's hands, had a $1 million loan from the Socialist Small Business Administration to start off.

But nobody helped them.

Aside from the loan.

And all the existing infrastructure like paved roads and power and water. No, wait, God put that there. Right, God. On the 8th and 9th days--fixing the punch list stuff.

Hooray for the (slow and weakening) job creators!

Boo for the Obammer!

Once Mittens is President he will introduce his jobs-creating machine and all will be well.

Adorable animals TOGETHER!!!

(h/t Towleroad)

Dog swims with dolphins.


Miike Snow song is just like a thick tasty layer of frosting, delicious, sugary frosting. Mmmmmm

Song of the Day: "That's Still Mama"

I'd never heard of Cody ChestnuTT until last week when Gawker mentioned his recent Kickstarter campaign to release a new album.

An album about women and crack (oh, now I've got your attention).

While I hadn't heard of Cody ChestnuTT, a strange riff in the space/time continuum allows me to remember That's My Mama and the subsequent That's My Mama Now! which is just silly because there's never a question of maternity, only paternity. All those men asking "who's your daddy?!"... the same person it was 20 minutes ago, dude, now please stop spanking me.

Also Maury Povich always has those shows about who the father is.

See, it's so easy for girls.

Song: "That's Still Mama"
Artist: Cody ChesnuTT

More outrageous government over reach

(h/t John)

Leave it to the big government nanny state of Barack HUSSEIN Obammer to tell me what I can and can't insert into my penis. With girls and the Gardisil and the trans global express vaginal ultrasound and expecting to get free birth control all the tim--like having a baby isn't the most important job a girl could have (after being a wife)--it makes sense because girls can't really be trusted with their own bodies or anything.

But this is just insane.

I have inserted at least 200 screwdrivers into my penis and except for 174 times everything has gone fine. So telling me I can't is just daring me to do it again. Thanks a lot Obammer.

Another EPA fail and you're hurting job creators.

Oh, hey, compressed air with a long skinny straw...

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Word of the day (from early last week): Doucheboat

4 gold, 2 silver, 3 bronze
Kudos to the cunning linguist Becky for helping us adopt this combination of douche bag and dream boat to describe my off again/on again boyfriend, Ryan Lochte.

She offered us this term during out discussion of "10 Reasons Why Ryan Lochte is America's Sexiest Douchebag" which contains the phrase "fratty as fuck." A phrase that fills me with joy. Fist pumping, high-fiving, totally latent homosexual joy.

Side bar: once upon a time, a million billion years ago, a personals ad crossed my and Becky's attention. I'm pretty sure the ad (for dudes after dudes) said "no fats, no fems, no slobs."

Becky angrily changed that to "no caps, no frats, not slobs" (she is a Virgo-I'm sure it was only my massive charm that allowed her to put up with my chaotic mess... back in the 80s; here it was because it was my house). I got no problem with any of them. Although if the mess is your mess, it's annoying.

I am now wondering if my enthusiasm for Lochte and my enthusiasm for future Oscar nominee Carol Channing Tatum O'Neal isn't somehow related. Or at least they have the same hat...
Above: Ryan Lochte
Below: Channing Tatum
Not shown: my heart
That's all. Have a good Sunday night.

Song of the Day: "Live and Die"

Future rocker chick mÄ
Here's what you need to know about my foray out to Pick-a-thon: it was, according to my car's thermometer, 104 degrees.

Also Pick-a-thon is outdoors.

And as bad as it was for me (ask Clark, he'll tell you), imagine if you'd been camping with a 1-year old. Cause that's what J-rod and Allie did with Emma (I'm trying a stylized version of her name: mA. It's "em" and then "aaaa" but I might need to put whatever diacritical mark indicates a short sound.

Or possibly umlauts.


I like. So long as I don't need to do any more with it, I like it.

Anyway, as you can see from the photo, the heat and noise are just helping to season her to become a hell raiser. In no time she'll be doing whatever verb describes involvement in roller derby. I don't think you play roller derby, do you race it? Skate it? Roll it? I'm sure you see what I mean. (UPDATE: you play roller derby, the overall match is a bout, and each play is a jam... I think.)

Anyway, for some reason the ladies weren't comfortable and went to find A/C (so it's not just me). Clark and I, on the other hand, weren't comfortable and went to find A/C and a cocktail. So I didn't get to see the girls (or it's possible J-rod killed them some time ago and is pulling off some elaborate hoax, but let's be honest, Allie's got the cunning in the family, J-rod would need her laying out all the steps and I just don't see a ruse that elaborate being at all necessary).

Where was I? Oh, right, hot as all fuck.

Skipped Bowerbirds. Heard a few songs from Robert Ellis before we got in the air conditioned car and drove halfway around the city and back. Randomly we stopped in Oregon City and took the scenic elevator (sorry, the Oregon City Municipal Elevator). But my phone was in my car and so I couldn't take pics. But trust me, we did. Fun fact: on street parking is free on Saturdays.

We stopped for Chinese food and cocktails and video poker after that. Which is why we didn't quite make the 5:30 Langhorne Slim show. But we caught the 8:30 set. My Neko Case/Dr. Dog plans were thwarted by schedule shifts and an insanely long beer line at Neko's stage. It made more sense to me to go all the way to the other end to enjoy the very short line, hear some of theeSATISFACTION and watch Dr. Dog from the beginning.

I am actually gigantic
I encouraged Clark to walk to the stage Neko was on because the gigantic oriental lanterns are super cool and you can't tell that from this picture. Those are like 6' tall suspended way up in the trees.

Clark saw Neko, I did not.

Dr. Dog were good. I don't know that I'd go to New Hampshire to see them as a girl I talked to had done, in reverse. Actually I do know that I would not, but they should not take that personally. Roddy Frame, Paul Weller, Everything but the Girl, Eurythmics: these are the artists I would travel across country to see (and with Frame, transatlantic, it seems).

Which brings us to the Avett Brothers. J-rod introduced me to them, and J and Allie took me to see them in Salem ("WOOOO!") last summer and yadda yadda yadda, new album September 11th. This is from The Carpenter, a rumination on life and loss and faith (or possibly carpentry). It is not, as I assumed, a tribute album to only Richard Carpenter. J's not crazy about this song, but I'm not sure who invited him to chime in. It's not like he has a blog.

Song: "Live and Die"
Artist: The Avett Brothers