Scissor Sisters: Take Your Mama Out
Grand Archives: Miniature Birds
The Mumblers: Dice In A Drawe
Sia: Little Black Sandals
Daft Punk: One More Time
Chuckanut Drive: Reno to Vegas
Born Ruffians: Barnacle Goose
Working For A Nuclear Free City: Rocket
Headlight: Market Girl
Al Green: I'm Still in Love With You
Tegan & Sara: Like O Like H
Jason Collett: Out of Time
Franz Ferdinand: Eleanor, Put Your Boots Back On
Vampire Weekend: M79
Jens Lekman: Shirin
10 Killing Hands: Stupid Tourists
Velella Velella: Flight Club
Mott the Hoople: All the Young Dudes
What Made Milwaukee Famous: Cheap Wine
Lupe Fiasco: Superstar ft. Matthew Santos
British Sea Power: Lights Our for Darker Skies
Lonely Dear: Where Are You GoGoGoing To?
Jens Lekman: Kanske Ar Jag Kar i Dig
The Raveonettes: Dead Sound
Adam Green: Tropical Island
Rilo Kiley: Go Ahead
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
You're so vain...
Monday, March 10, 2008
Last Sunday's Playlist
Black Mountain: Angels
Jason Collett: Roll On Oblivion
The Mumblers: Dice In A Drawer
Alberta Cross: The Thief & The Heartbreaker
The Roots: The Seed (2.0)
Chuckanut Drive: Reno to Vegas
Grand Archives: Torn Blue Foam Couch
Bonnie "Prince" Billy: The World's Greatest (R. Kelly Cover)
The Growers: Cold Heart
Headlights: Get Your Head Around It
Bob Dylan: Like A Rolling Stone
Karate Kitchen: Fernando
British Sea Power: Lights Out For Darker Skies
Iron & Wine: Resurrection Fern
Fred Thomas: Oceans Of
Kenny Smith & The Loveliters: Go For Yourself
Xiu Xiu: Under Pressure
Al Green: I'm Still In Love With You
SIA: Day Too Soon
Pieces of Peace: Flunky For Your Love
Born Ruffians: Little Garcon
Joy Division: Love Will Tear Us Apart
Working For A Nuclear Free City: Rocket
Cold War Kids: Red Wine, Success!
I believe in shoes and cars.
I've yet to understand how Kanye West emerged as this decade's pop culture style man. He's got a Midas touch with everything from Daft Punk to Louis Vuitton men's clothing. And giant curtain sunglasses.
But it's like one of the steps to recovery to me, acceptance. Only when you are able to accept that it will forever be a mystery of how that bald bastard became the Oprah of Hip-Hop, and made it acceptable for white guys to like it too (kinda)
now bask in the sexiness that is Kanye West and his choice of meaty women:
enjoy your day
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Why haven't these guys gotten bigger?
The name of this band is GRAND OLE PARTY

Emerged from the forest fires and high taxes of San Diego, these three have some of the most moving aggresive lyrics, vocals, stage presence I've seen in a long time. It's like the Yeah Yeah Yeah's if the didn't suck anymore.
What makes it worse is that it is damn near impossible to find their album "Humanimals" anywhere.
Seriously. I had to rummage through my local college radio station to find it.
If you buy this albums online, you will not regret it.
P.S. Huckabee dropped out...
Monday, March 3, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Last Sunday's Playlist
Al Green "Love and Happiness"
Times New Viking "Teen Drama"
DRI "You Know I Tried"
American Music Club "The Victory Choir"
Lil' Lavair and the Fabulous Jades "Cold Heat"
Jurassic 5 "If You Only Knew"
Yogoman Burning Band "Doot Doot"
Grand Archives "Miniature Birds"
The Cave Singers "Seeds of Night"
Barton Carroll "Superman"
Arctic Monkeys "Leave Before the Lights Come On"
XTC "Generals and Majors"
The Roots "Stay Cool"
Vampire Weekend "M79"
The Fiery Furnaces "Restorative Beer"
The Roots "Seed (2.0)"
The Duke Spirit "The Step & The Walk"
Ebony Rythm Band "Drugs Ain't Cool"
Pastiche "The Cache"
Headlights "Cherry Tulips"
Lupe Fiasco ft. Matthew Santos "Superstar"
Jens Lekman "Sipping on the Sweet Nectar"
The Fiery Furnaces "Pricked In The Heart"
Leon Mitchison "Street Scene"
Kimya Dawson "Tire Swing"
Jens Lekman "The Opposite of Hallelujah"
The Shondes "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow"
Jefferson Airplane "White Rabbit"
Al Green "I'm Still In Love With You"
Sunday, December 30, 2007
I hope Neil Young will remember.
Ok, so here's the thing with Neil Young, he needed to die about 20 years ago. He's got the Bob Dylan living legend status
but the sad thing is that he's just like him in the sense that he may make a well acclaimed album in his 50's or 60's, but honestly who gives a shit?
To be a living legend means that you were a legend at one time, you are now technically living, and that's it. Don't come back for another tour trying to force feed your harvest moon aficionados some new pretty "living with war" bullshit. Your protest music has no affect on anyone anymore. I mean shit, come on Against Me! and Ted Leo & The Pharmacists can't seem to get anyone to give a shit. And they're making good fresh new sounding protest music.
Idea: Find the small remainder of Crazy Horse and get them together for one last show at the Fillmore East... but you have to stop performing now, and do this show in 10 years
(You all could learn a thing from Led Zeppelin)
Country Music
n the not too distant past i was driving home from california with my mom
and her audible beverage of choice was the contant mainstream country stations assumed with the small towns of rural california/oregon
as we drove through i listened very intently to the lyrics of the songs
they've all become very hedonistic
mostly about drinking games or the country equivelent of "ho's"
such as the "check you for ticks" song that i heard a total of 7 times in 10 hours
yes i counted, 7 times
the other thing with it is it's all very mushy and sentimental
if 50% of the songs were poorly written hedonistic odes
then the other 50% were about being a dad
and they all sucked.
like i really tried to enjoy them but i mean... damn they blew
and then about 6 o'clock we were mid-way through oregon and i guess on sunday nights the play "old fashion country hits of yesteryear" on mid-oregon stations
and every song was some story of some hussie taking some woman's man
*dolly parton*
or some guy restraining himself from violence because his dad told him too before he died, that is until the local rowdy cowboy gang nearly killed his spouse and he laid out some old fashion whoop ass on all of them
*kenny rogers*
or even stories of a man out-fiddling the devil for his soul and recieving a golden fiddle for his feat, which coincidently sounded more like a guitar than a fiddle
*chalie daniels band"
but as i heard all this good time-iness i realized that the bad-assery of country has vanished, probably sometime in the early 90's along with fanny packs and mixtapes
it was sad
those were the days
when spousal abuse and alcohalism meant a no. 1 hit
and all the pharmasueticals you could handle
*cough johnny cash cough merle haggard cough*
enjoy your day
and her audible beverage of choice was the contant mainstream country stations assumed with the small towns of rural california/oregon
as we drove through i listened very intently to the lyrics of the songs
they've all become very hedonistic
mostly about drinking games or the country equivelent of "ho's"
such as the "check you for ticks" song that i heard a total of 7 times in 10 hours
yes i counted, 7 times
the other thing with it is it's all very mushy and sentimental
if 50% of the songs were poorly written hedonistic odes
then the other 50% were about being a dad
and they all sucked.
like i really tried to enjoy them but i mean... damn they blew
and then about 6 o'clock we were mid-way through oregon and i guess on sunday nights the play "old fashion country hits of yesteryear" on mid-oregon stations
and every song was some story of some hussie taking some woman's man
*dolly parton*
or some guy restraining himself from violence because his dad told him too before he died, that is until the local rowdy cowboy gang nearly killed his spouse and he laid out some old fashion whoop ass on all of them
*kenny rogers*
or even stories of a man out-fiddling the devil for his soul and recieving a golden fiddle for his feat, which coincidently sounded more like a guitar than a fiddle
*chalie daniels band"
but as i heard all this good time-iness i realized that the bad-assery of country has vanished, probably sometime in the early 90's along with fanny packs and mixtapes
it was sad
those were the days
when spousal abuse and alcohalism meant a no. 1 hit
and all the pharmasueticals you could handle
*cough johnny cash cough merle haggard cough*
enjoy your day
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