Not really much to report as of right now, but there’s plenty coming up in the next few weeks.
I’ve been taking my new puppy to training classes and last night was his diploma ceremony. Of course, I took photos. Duh, what kind of parent do you take me for? Here’s Sarah with our proud l’il puppy!
Oh, and can somebody explain the popularity of the Pipettes? Did I miss the boat on that bucket of poop or what?
And don’t get me wrong, I support TMT, but this is pretty fucking weak. I’d love to hear TMT’ers sentiments in the comments section. I know a few of them frequent this site….
I can’t say I’ve ever been the biggest Low fan. Of course, I also hated any band in the mid-90’s where the crowd naturally sat down. It drove me nuts.
However, with their new album, Love And Guns, Low are doing pretty damned okay. And I will say that, for the record, this might be the best music video ever shot. I’m sure the whole thing cost less than $100. $20 for the cake. $2 for milk. And $60 (at least) for that German tunic that Alan is wearing.
Aces, kids. Absolutely, 1000% aces.
1. "White Guys Drive Like This….And Black Guys Drive Like That….."
2. The Only Time Eddie Griffin Has Made Me Laugh…
3. The Car? I Thought His Career Crashed!
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1. Conforms to the characteristics of wholesome Christian guitar-pop (unflagging earnestness, understated low end, absence of the otherwise ubiquitous early ’90s "crunch," absense of anything related to black people*) without promoting Christianity or Jesus.
2. Lyrics don’t exhibit depression as such, often present half-assed second-person consolation, and sometimes invoke bastardized Eastern philosophy or morally superior political martyrs. And yet, they display a certain emptiness, as though something significant is missing.
3. Lacks the ambiguity and narcissism of R.E.M. And the hilarity of Live.
4. SCR Worldwide HQ: Santa Barbara, CA
5. No glorification of antisocial activities. (Nice try, Gin Blossoms.)
6. Acoustic versions indistinguishable.
7. Crested during Kurt Cobain’s first three years of death. Definitive document: the Friends CD. Lifeblood: "regional" bands with three-word names that mostly played student unions.
8. Not yet ripe for ironic reappraisal… but get those skits written now.
*Allowing for a dreadlock or two.
Ian didn’t chew gum when they played, Ty didn’t beatbox and Dave and John didn’t jog in place, but damn, did they put up a good fight.
Final score for the "real" game was 16 to 6. Six of our points came from continual fouls on Team Battles, but eh, whatever. That now puts us at 31 and 0.
Next game is this weekend as we take on Ted Leo/RX as a fund raiser for The Best Show on WFMU. Oh, it’s on!
What do Hitler, John Lennon, The Graduate, Dr. Spock, Rome, Homos, Weed, LSD, Sex Farms, Socialism, Commies, Rosemary’s Baby, Bestiality, Witchcraft, Necrophilia, the Marques de Sade and being taught the word ‘fuck’ (officially) in your 7th grade class all have in common?
Legendary screen creepo John Carradine…that’s what!
Or more specifically one Mr. John Steinbacher, M.A. – who according to somebody, somewhere in 1969 was "America’s Leading Authority on the Sex Education Program in the Public Schools"
JC narrates this kooks alarmist diatribe and it’s a howl. Now take your filthy hands off yer junk for 2 lousy seconds and learn something. Click if you dare!
(Please submit your favorite quotes and vote if you’d like to hear side two. And sorry for the noise, these records don’t fall outta trees ya know!)
POST SCRIPT: I would like to note personally that I was born in 1969, the year of this LP’s release and apparently grew up right in the middle of all this evil. Well, I can state with the utmost certainty that I am a 100% perfectly well adjusted necrophilic serial killer, so there.
1969-The Child Seducers-Side 1
You gotta give it to them, they might be broke, but at least they’re laughing about it all these years later. I wonder if other bands (some that are operating currently) will have this same sort of attitude in years to come?
Oh, and click on this.
God, how could I forget to include the shorter, yet still hysterical, companion piece to the Jackie Starr tape? I’ve received a few mp3s and CD-Rs in the mail, but anybody that wants to oblige this site with more insanity (or inanity, as the case may be), please get in touch.
Jackie Starr – blah blah blah…
Listen up all you radical, lefty, un-American dirtbags! This here song will set you S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T. 1980’s windbag Wally George bit the big one a few years back, but let’s look back at the GIANT cultural contribution he made in an effort to better us all – "The Wally Rap".
The greatest thing this wingnut ever produced was his estranged daughter – Rebecca De Mornay. I bet it burned him up good that she showed full beav in Risky Business…
ANYCRAP, ENJOY! Go Wally, Go Wally!
The Wally Rap