Archive | Music Monday RSS feed for this section

Look at This Fucking Hipster

18 Jul

version of Justin Bieber.

If you haven’t been paying attention to Shit T&U HAAAAAAATES, that’s the dude from Owl City. Or who is Owl City. Or is the face of Owl City with a bunch of marketing dudes and producers behind him.

Anyway, here his is in a eight-year-old’s bedroom:

Man, that’s a sweet setup. I didn’t know you could get keyboards equipped with autotune. And that fireflies could hug.

Now check this out, from when Owl City was still wearing Baby Jesus Underoos:

Yeah. Look, I’m not all “OMG THEY RIPPED OFF GENIUS.” It took me a long time to warm up to The Postal Service because the artificiality and sweetness of their music didn’t appeal to me. It isn’t anyone’s main gig, UPS and M&M’s have used that song, and Ben Gibbard is banging Zoe Deschanel, so they’re doing fine for themselves.

The thing is that the cloying sterility is part of The Postal Service’s sound. It’s deliberate, and it’s deliberately crafted. Give Up was produced by people recording on tapes and sending those tapes to each other in the mail. Its sound and very existence are, I think, interesting commentaries on music, culture, and technology.

So when a little shit who wants to “bring glory to Jesus Christ” blatantly rips them off, I get a little pissed. I’m sure this is also related to the way that indie rock culture has started to become a marketing tool, and the fact that I’m getting old enough that the stuff of my childhood is being considered kitschy cool by younger people because it’s “retro” (or even “vintage” *shudder*).

I know I’m not special. This is the Circle of Pop Culture. First they came for the blues singers, etc etc etc…still, can I punch him in his tiny, pearly teeth?

Listen to This Fucking Cover

13 Jun

(That’s kinda upbeat for the Magnetic Fields, by the way).

I’m sorry to be so neglectful to you, dear blog. I shall be better.

Well, Then

6 Jun

I HATE  being wrong. Go fuck yourself, Weiner.

It’s not that I’m angry that I believed him; I’m angry that I thought he was actually smart enough not to do something that apocalyptically stupid. It’d be nice to think that someone who is one of the few progressive-ish voices of the Democratic party would possess enough self-control and, like, ethics or something crazy like that not to have “inappropriate communications” (at the very least, because come the fuck on) with hot ladies using his official Twitter account, but I’m not that naive.  But the fact that he’s not canny enough to figure out that sending pictures of his (clothed, at least) junk over fucking yfrog on his public Twitter account in this political climate might be a bad idea is just…fucking sad.

Here’s the video for Monday, because it’s what I’m listening to right this second and it rules so hard:

Never Sleep. Remember to Breathe Deep

23 May

Yeah, I know, Mountain Goats blah blah blah but this is currently my favorite song.  Holy fuck, it’s good.

Also, I’d like to warn my beloved bloggy friends that if I see any comments about red staters being dumb and voting against their interests with regards to this, there will be murders.  My mother’s co-worker lost her husband a couple of weeks ago in a tornado that touched down near her home in Tennessee.  My hometown was hit by a tornado about 11 years ago, and a lot of people lost their homes and businesses. I grew up about 60 miles west of Joplin and I’ve been there a countless number of times (they’re about 4 times bigger and they had a mall!).

Yes, there are plenty of people concentrated in red states who vote against their own interests and believe really horrible things, but there are also plenty of people who don’t, and who fight against hate and retrofuck attitudes. I’m sure that quite a few victims of this latest tornado believe(d) in anthropogenic global warming. I know (believe me, I KNOW) that it’s fucking frustrating as HELL to see a small minority fuck shit up, but USAians in general are a small minority who have benefited most from fossil fuels and will probably suffer the fewest consequences.

/lecture mode

On the upside, my mother tells me that she’s heard several people who would normally be all “ALGORE is FAT” have made comments about how this weather isn’t normal and maybe there’s something to this whole global warming thing. Maybe the weather these past 6-7 months will change people’s minds before it’s too late.

Random Song

16 May

I’ve had this song stuck in my head for a couple of days…she opened for Morrissey a few years ago. I fucking love that you can hear her St. Louis accent in the song all like “It’s gettin hot in hurrrrrrrrrr” and shit.

Also, check this out. I think it’s good, but too easy. Dropping in on a life like that for a month sucks, but it’s not difficult to put off your car payment when you know you don’t have to have to deal with it being repossessed in a few weeks.  Of course, there’s really no way to experience the grinding stress of poverty unless you’ve lived it; furthermore, this particular simulation (?) involves someone with a college degree, which can be a different experience than being someone who has little education and no experience being part of middle-class society.

Something Filled Up My Heart With Nothing

25 Apr

Things are in my brain aren’t functioning optimally and most of my willpower seems to be devoted toward motivating myself to do something more productive than take naps or watch episodes of Dr. Who I’ve already seen. BUT I did see Arcade Fire on Wednesday, and it. was. amazing.

My favorite performances were of these songs:

Haiti–I didn’t really like this song before I saw it live at their second show (somehow it didn’t even register for me at the first show), but her performance it was so fucking charming that I can’t help but love it now. (Régine Chassagne’s parents emigrated from Haiti to Montreal before she was born–“Mes cousins jamais nes hantent les nuits de Duvalier”).

Rococo–There was a weird battle march-y sound to this song at that show that’s not really apparent here, although the lyric “they’re moving toward you with their colors all the same” makes it pretty clear that if I’m not imagining it, they’re doing it on purpose. This guy thinks it’s a “wake-up call to the ‘Obama Generation,'” and I think he’s dumb and full of shit.

Wake Up–Think of thousands of people singing along with the wordless chorus. Yeah.  Strange as it may sound, I realized that this song that I’d always seen as sort of an anthem for my generation in the abstract (or, at least, people like me in my generation) actually IS ONE.

No Cars Go–This isn’t one of my favorite songs of theirs, but I think the video backdrop, which was designed by Terry Gilliam (along with the rest of the visuals)  is so fucking awesome that I had to include it. It looked better live, of course.

There’s video of the actual Kansas City show up on YouTube, but it, you know, sucks because it’s frome some dude’s phone.  

Although I’m kind of disappointed that I’ll never get to see this band play a tiny club again, I am so glad that they’ve become well-known, both for them, and for people who wouldn’t have been exposed to them otherwise. They’ve gotten me through a lot of shit, and if they can do half as much for other people, then it’s worth it. I guuuuesssss.

These Rivers of Suggestion Are Driving Me Away

18 Apr

If Everyone Became This Senstive, I Wouldn’t Have to Be So Sensitive

11 Apr

It is Monday? Are you fucking shitting me with this shit?

Please Don’t Let Me Hit the Ground

4 Apr

Oh, you’ve got green eyes
Oh, you’ve got blue eyes
Oh, you’ve got gray eyes

Today has been a little rough so far: part gloomy weather, part annoying peoplerson, part crappy job, and, embarrassingly enough, in small part because I was trying a new wavy look with my hair but it just looks like I didn’t wash it for three weeks. Which I’m perfectly willing to cop to if it’s true, but it’s not! I washed it last night! And it had only been a week! Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe I need to cut back on the product.  /fwp

I just need to keep looking at this cat macro that someone at SN! (gocart? I’m too lazy to check) linked to the other day.

Two Big Problems That I’ve Never Had

28 Mar

Anybody who knows my musical tastes that it would be out-of-character for me to post a Dag Nasty video on a Monday morning, but I’ve decided to make this my theme song of the week:

I’m not the world’s biggest hardcore fan, but they’re a lot more melodic and a lot less yell-y than some of those other guys.

Also, two things that I must have (OMG SUCH A STEREOTYPE OF MYSELF):

 

“In the Library” perfume (non-perfume?) by CB I Hate Perfume. I’m not sure it will actually have the book smell that I, personally, love. However, I’d guess that not many people  love the particular smell of decaying paper and book bindings from those plain mid-century books that you see housing journals and the classics that didn’t need all that fancy-ass shit like fucking movie posters and vampires on the front of them.

ZOMG. I think my favorite is the Fifth Doctor’s little teeny celery boutonnière, although the Tenth Doctor’s little Converse are pretty freaking cute, too. I’ve been meaning to learn how to cross-stitch (it can’t be that hard, even for an idiot like me) because I love Charley Harper and he has some awesome patterns. Now I have even more of a reason.

By the way, does anybody else find it sad that all Christopher Eccleston got was a lame-ass leather jacket? The bastards couldn’t have at least given him a hat or something? Hmph.