red rover, red rover, let bushie come over.

not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.

so i'll huff and i'll puff and i'll blow your house down!

shiver me timbers, we got ourselves an avalanche?

nuts!

blow me down!

upchuck your numbchucks!

make sure you're alive for arbor day!


and so it goes
another inconsequentional thing you are still somewhat curious about


patterns are evil

Artie Shaw has nothing to do with this

i just remembered what word i really liked the other day.

Artifice.

not only is it fun to say but it's a cool word and looks awesome too.

i do not want guacamole.

the bottom of my left foot hurts.

it's kind of chilly right now.

hace frios!

that is a spanish phrase i recently learned.

i'm drinking a vodka tonic right now but i'm not sure i'm liking it.

i drink it anyway.

we return to transylvania.

patsy cline sure must have gotten stomped on in relationships. that's what like all of her songs are about. damn, patsy, who were these fucks you were letting fuck you? cuz that's what it always comes down to, which guys you let fuck you.

not that i'm a woman of course.

my kitty, the kitty, loves pot. and since i'm smoking some right now, she is moving closer to me. while patsy is playing.
it's 5:27 p.m.

pacific time of course.

there are cheap flights to london on sale right now and you've got to go before march 2004.
i am thinking of just fucking purchasing one and going in like february. cuz march, i'll be going to miami. through british airways, though lufthansa has deals right now too.

hmmm, maybe i'll take a look.

i fucking hate kings of leon so much.
they suck ass.

scowling southern rock.

i received $242 from the state of california.
that is fine.

pussy.

my butt is unhappy today. somebody needs a colonic.

i bought a book today. i'm so trendy.
"Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them" by Al Franken.

i'm excited to read it. hardcover even. buttcake.

the tropic of cancer is so much better than the tropic of capricorn.
fuck the tropic of capricorn.

at least you're alive.


and now, a private transcript between a friend that i'm releasing to all you eager beaver muffins!!


hey! how are you....

My swingset is ass-cool

dead, six feet under
they buried me today.
fucking rigor mortis sucks

damn.

oh well, can't win 'em all

I'll find out you really did die hours ago and i'll have a modern ghost story on my hands

tim pratt radio rules so much. the theme from "alice" just came on

To a goalie...its a save, save save

i purchased a book today. i'm so trendy

books are a fad
I just listen to idiots

i'm so san francisco. take a guess what i purchased...yeah, books are a fad

ooooh...a reader....youre soooo cool.

soon to be replaced by ionosphere holograms
the ionosphere is a lot better than the stratosphere

It saves our ass

fuck the tropic of capricorn too

asses

tropic of cancer rules

asssssessssss
Trop. O cancer is solid

which book did i buy

5:35 PM - Its my tropic

hadassah head

and i'll cry if i want to

I milked her

i wish leiberman would go away. he's ruining everything
fucking give up you stupid chump

I love your hate for Leiberman

he's a schlub

Brooks and Dunn are on....Those guys are awesome. im watching the CMAs.

that's unfortunate

still no tv

its fun. They are all retarded

i think this is the longest i've gone in my entire life without a tv

im as addicted to it as any drug fiend

i miss it the most just for news, but i read so much

i should limit my usage. i went a summer w/out

my tv died in early july

i missed some stuff, but was pretty happy w/out it.

so 4 months

april to september for me

listened to talk radio late night
that's perversely fun too

5:40 PM - so tickets from san francisco direct to london heathrow, if you purchase by tomorrow, are seriously $200 roundtrip. with taxes and shit, it's like $265 but fuck. i just have to go before march 2004. i think i may just fucking get it and pick an arbitrary date in february
and make myself go
with no agenda. best way i work
direct flight, btw
i'm feeling the call

London. Calling

tis true. in fact, i think me just stating it like that decided it for me. sweet. a classic tim pratt move.

I need to travel too....its important

i made this decision in the last hour....more than ever.
so if i buy the ticket, it will force me to immediately get my passport, which i need to do. and i have a flex schedule and i'm sure i can find someone to stay with or do the hostel thing

I love the idea of England

going over all my music of late, partly because of the dj thing, i realized the staggering amount of music i've liked in mylife and britain is by far and away on top.

$265???

i mean, i just feel like i can't not go. and i'm sure i can potentially hook up some dj gigs and writing things too

crazy...direct flight from SF? That's insane

yeah, and now BART goes to SFO. tina and i did it when we went to grand rapids. i still prefer oakland because it's clsoer...but to europe, you have to go SFO

when are you gonna buy your ticket?

i have to buy it by tomorrow

i'm thinking february...you have to go on M-T-W only
5:45 PM - feb will be enough time to get my shit together
and march i'm going back to miami
i dunno...it just feels right

winter...booked for TimmmiP

ha
the book i bought was the al franken book

London would be awesome. You of all people should see london and break your continental cherry

yeah, i know
and i know i can do it on the cheap
fuck, if i could get some dj gigs...man
i know of people to call and at least try

that's kind of illegal eh?

illegal?

if they pay you. Right?

shit. I don't know
how so? not like they'd be paying me with a check anyway

yeah. forget I said it.....
i get bogged down in details

today i was paid $75 to go to an office downtown, follow a specific script, and cancel my capital one credit card
i'm not joking

more
i'm hooked
dutell

what you mean?

tell me about that

ha ha.
sometimes i feel like jerry when kramer called him "even steven." i always end up breaking even because..
as you know my hours got cut by aol as of cotober 1, but because of a variety of reasons, i've made up for the loss of cash
the vegas dj gig paid $$$, not covering an entire week's pay
i'm getting to the thing today....

ha

then the extra days allowed me to go to grand rapids and do the family thing...free trip and all
and then the guy that was supposed to split the hours with me got hired by google.
and so last week i worked 40 hours by default.
then! this week, i'm back down the drudgery of the 20-hour work week...and lo and behold, yesterday
i get an email from this dude who i responded to via a craigslist ad (that site rules btw) about some focus group type thing and to respond if you have capital one credit cards or another kind i can't recall.
but this was like a few weeks ago and i forgot about it, because you only hear back on those things maybe 20 percent of the time, because of the high volume of response
so i go into this office this afternoon, BECAUSE i only worked half a day, and have to call capital one and say i'm canceling and see how low they'll go on my rate.

for this company doing research on how low credit card companies will go on their APRs
and it depends if you go in saying you want to "cancel" versus you seek a "APR rate change." the dude told me they always give bigger rate discounts on people who go in saying they want to cancel.
so i had to follow a specific script, though i was able to embellish some, and refuse three different attempts by them to win me back

that's fascinating...actually

it was more fun than i would have imagined. and the dude told me that you should call your credit card companies every six months to try and get a lower rate

it's like an acting job

and always go in saying you're going to cancel because other companies are giving lower rates

i bet you felt empowered by the idea it was kind of a put on

i had to ask about balance transfers and shit like that too. yeah, acting..but part of the deal to get the money is you HAVE to cancel your card, so i cancelled my card....
but i didn't mind because i rarely use that card
pretty fucking funny.

do you wonder where i am now?

Fab Five ___Day (because it's not actually "friday," i didn't want to assume and attempt to put "friday" in said space, hence the absence of the actually letters denoting specific day of the week. now do go about your business and please don't be rude).


Yep,�the FFF is�back on again (even if it is Monday today, it's Friday somewhere in the universe, right?).

So what the fuck has tim been doing and why has he neglected something he was just starting?
During the last few weeks, I traveled to both Las Vegas and Grand Rapids for DJ gigs, family action and general happy funtime; celebrated my birthday on Oct. 18; and began prep work for a book i'm working on. I no lie. I apple-gize for being away, lost in my own confusion.

So to bring you up to speed, here's a quick version of Fab Five ___Day, #3-#4.

THE TOPS

1. The Shins "Chutes Too Narrow" - Shiny happy, hook-laden indie pop at its finest. Seriously addictive record. You must get it or weep.

2. Favorite Recent Quote: "Are you going to be playing '80s music?" while playing Run DMC's "It's Like That" at the Paris Hotel in Vegas.
"Uh, this is '80s music," i replied.
"Oh," she replied, puzzled. "Not rap, but, you know, '80s music."

3. "Money Success Fame Glamour" - Felix Da Housecat vs. Pop Tarts from "Party Monster" soundtrack. So gleefully glitzy and�over the top, i just can't stop listening to this track. Plus it's got Macaulay Culkin (as Michael Alig) & Chloe Sevigny yelling the chorus over and over.

4. Psychonauts "Song For Creatures" (International Deejay Gigolo) - is it rock-infused electronic music or is it rock fused with electronic? Maybe both.�Either way, i dig this record's meandering, melancholy path it takes. This is one album you want to keep listening to see what they do next.

5. Dia de los Muertos celebration in Oakland - A day to celebrate and respect the dead - a centuries old tradition in many Latino cultures.
What a concept. Instead of living in denial about death, Latin cultures confront it and give it up for peeps no longer hanging out on earth. Of course, in many parts of the country, this would likely be construed as some sort of Satanic ritual.

6. Broadcast "HaHa Sound" (Warp)This an awesome record, sort of reminding me of Stereolab but more IDMish and with some Holly Golightly-style retro yet new garage vibes. Quiet, angular audio shards, soothing female vocals and stark acoustic guitars provide the basis for much of of it.

7. Snow Patrol "Final Straw" (Polydor) - Off kilter electro acoustic rock from the UK. Strangely hypnotic and sort of unfolds slowly, as if you're listening to the record in slow motion.

8. Amy Winehouse "Frank" - Combining the warped jazzy vibe of Billie Holiday, the sassy hip-hoppiness�of Erykah Badu and the deep funk�and soul of Aretha Franklin, Winehouse's debut sparkles from start to finish. You won't believe this voice comes from a white British girl. I expect her to blow up in 2004.

9. Nick Drake "Five Leaves Left" (Island) - It's crazy to realize this album came out in 1970. Spooky, stark, eloquent and intense, Nick Drake was SO ahead of his time, especially on tracks like "Time Has Told Me," "River Man" and "Three Hours" - all of which give me the chills.

10. The Simpsons Halloween Special - Still the funniest, most consistently subversive show on television. Matt groening rocks.


Negatives
- 1. The Christmas onslaught - already. I've spotted some Christmas decorations here and there, as well as heard some holiday music.
Alright! Let's be pressured to spend money on ludicrous gifts to get the economy moving!
Maybe Santa Claus is being paid off by the GOP. I'm sure ol' Saint Nick appreciated those tax breaks.

- 2. Jessica Simpson - She's not sexy, has no brain and can't sing. Plus she stinks. Kick her off the planet.

-3. Kobe Bryant - I'm so tired of celebrity sports figures getting away with murder or, in this case, "alleged" rape. Kobe makes me sick.

-4. The GOP - For their continuously evil, fascist ways.
Destroy America. Vote Republican.

-5. The new Iggy Pop album "Skull Ring." I realize he's like the king of punk rock thanks to his affiliation with the Stooges but this is just bad revisionist bullshit that nobody needs to hear. Plus Iggy just looks so gross. The picture of him sticking his tongue out in the new album almost made me vomit.


Hace Frio! (i'm cold)
Hace Calour! (i'm hot)
ay dios mios! (oh my god!)


well, here's some more interesting things that i've come across of late. read them and poon.


bob guiney aka "the bachelor" "girlfriend" - yeah, the same dolt who's one that bad show i've never seen.
i would never buy this song in a million years but it's better than say, clay aiken. sounds more like singer-songwriter matchbox 20 type pop-rock. better than american idol pop, but not much.


things i liked as a kid: books, reading, shoplifting, music, pop culture, news, movies, elbows


cds: johs wink "profound sounds v.2" (ovum)
rem - best of rem
rob zombie - past, present, future
soft cell - live
luke vibert - yoseph
moodymann - silence in the secret garden
martina topley-bird
cosmic rocker - mirrors and windows
bon jovi - wanted dead or alive 2003
vocab (good vibe)
bluegrass tribute to metallica
emiliana torrini - "rarities" - never heard of her before, not bad whispery vocals off beat rock, pretty good actually.
grace jones "private life: the compass point sessions"

some potential hardcore liberal bumperstickers for 2004

exercise your 2nd amendment rights on a conservative.
they'll thank you for it. they'll be with jesus even sooner than planned.

Fuck the GOP
GOP are evildoers
Down with Dubya
the GOP is ruining America.
Republicans suck.
Fuck Republicans.
Exercise your 2nd amendment rights on a Republican today.
America used to be beautiful, until the Republicans took over.
Republicans are selfish thugs.
�
hypocricy = GOP
Money is the TRUE God of the GOP.

Republicans are weak ass bitches.


puta/puto

lamentations

Cherrywine - November 15 at Elbo Room.
And speaking of deluded cokeheads (which we were, you just weren't there to hear that part of the conversation --- but trust me, it was real like solid and stuff), Rapper Cherrywine, formerly known as "Butterfly" in Digable Planets plays in San Francisco. Maybe ol' Butterfly can explain why the promising hip-hop trio imploded and blew
any chance at a long-term career. Better yet, listen to the godawful
album he released earlier this year, which has a decent chance
of being as bad as "Kish Kash." Too much cocaine, my friends, too much
damn cocaine. Remember kids, cocaine and creativity do not mix.

so i listened to the new iggy pop today....well, part of it.
i don't care how much of an influence he is on punk, he fucking sucks.
his songs are retarded. he can't sing at all.
he's gross too. just what i want to see, his tiny pointy little tongue sticking out from his craggy, pockmarked face. please, do some more heroin.
�
this reverential iggy revival of late reminds me of a few years
ago, when the record companies created this supposed "buzz" that tony
bennett, burt bacharach and tom jones are "hip again," yet i
could never find ANYONE who actually thought that way, other than
super duper ironic hipsters and even then, it seemed more like a joke than
anything else, they didn't REALLY think tony, burt and tom were cool
again.just like iggy.
and i'd really like to know how "cool" it is to collaborate with
Sum 41, green day and peaches�on your latest "comeback record."
�
ok, i acknowledge the fact that the stooges influenced many a
punk band but that was more than 35 years ago!
ok, some people say he can rock. ok, whatever.
he grosses me out.
maybe it's a personal problem.

or maybe it's your problem.

sphincto

here is the text from the missive i recently sent out to racist skinheads everywhere concerning the party that happened last evening.
it was a fine party indeed, yes'm.
and yes ma'am.


Throw away your methadone, avoid the quagmire that is the Castro on Halloween night, slap on your most imaginative costume imaginable and get your sweet, fine asses down to LiPo Lounge for.....

OPIUM DEN II - Chase The Dragon
Friday, Oct. 31, 9 p.m. to 2 a.m.
LiPo Lounge, 916 Grant Ave. SF
DJs/Public Instigators: Jai Young Kim & Tim Pratt (because we care)
Visual stimulants by: Chris Pew & Jamie Hunt (they care too)

Only $5 cover, 21+
soooo inexpensive, you'll have extra money in your wallet to spend on alcohol, "snacks" and other frivolous items.
Costumes are required for entry (though we do take bribes and possibly Gideon bibles with pentagrams carved into the cover).

Music: Many fine tunes of proper ass-shaking manner including: spooky Halloween audio trickery, glitzy synth-laden electro, ironic '80s epics, irresistible indie ilk and lots of sardonic sweeteners and tempting treats.

EVENT FAQ
Q: Are costumes REALLY required?
A: Of course, foolish questioners. Especially since the cranky Chinese owners have been to daily showings of Tarantino's "Kill Bill" for the last three weeks. Those swords behind the counter aren't just for show. In other words, if you arrive un-costumed, you may qualify to be an adjunct member of the Phantom Limbs.

to recap...
Opium Den II - Chase The Dragon
Friday, October 31, 9 p.m. to 2 a.m.
The LiPo Lounge, 916 Grant Ave. SF
$5 cover, 21+

ummmmm...oh yeah..

HAIL SATAN!

cracklin' rosie

i am so weird at work.
as in, i'm a more reserved tim pratt.
i mean, i'm still me, in the me sense.
don't you love the me sense?
i do.
anyway (one of my favorite and helpful words for my wandering mind - because i'm the king of tangents, of attempting to constantly overcram all the shit i can in my skull each day)....and no, i'm not a fan of "anywhoo."
with the extended "ooh" sound especially.
that's bullshit man.
bullshit i say.

i so want to be super over the top in real life.
like when i was walking down 16th today


i am so in my self-created bubble, my tim pratt think tank, to ruminate on the the tim pratt everyone else sees. helps me keep my sanity to go into deep tim pratt-ville.
keeps me sane yo.
and god knows, the world needs me sane.
because insane, well sir, there'd be trouble.
but enough about twinkies.

dolly madison was pretty damn cool.
for a bonnet-wearing person.
james madison was her kick-ass husband, whom i seem to remember was a pretty rocking president.

i think george w. bush, our fake-ass chump for a fake president, has to be one of our worst.
worst than william henry harrison.
worst than gerald ford, who was never elected.

i like zachary taylor purely because he has a cool name?

remember the zero factor?
you know, george bush could pull a makaveli (because i can't spell the old school way and i'm too damn lazy to look up the correct one) and have us vote for his pseudo-dead ass because we all feel bad, and then he turns out to be ok.

like the day after the election, he emerges totally via the strength of knowing a solid 51% of the electorate are behind him (of course, rigged by those touch screens that are heavily funded by GOP monsters - but that's for another day, another struggle in this thing we call life man, fucking a.)

caller go ahead.

my girlfriend is a heroin pig.

not MY girlfriend, as in, tim pratt's girlfriend.

i've lapsed once again into creative laziness, biting quotes from bruce mccolluch's "heroin pig" track.
he is so awesome.
i totally did not appreciate kids in the hall while it was popular.
it required me to be older, wiser and more a man of the world, a man of the people, for me to appreciate the fine nuanced (another fave word of late) world of kids in the hall.
i should have said humor but fuck it. i go with spontaniety every time.

except for sometimes.

you know, in the last sentence, i almost typed "accept" (as in that great german band from the 80s, with that fine hit "balls to the wall" man! fronted by the dimunitive - another fave word from circa-80s circus and hit parader magazines, which i read religiously - puto) by accident.

that would have sucked.
i hate it when people use the wrong word, or at least, the wrong spelling.
i abhor misspellings, unless it's me being lazy (i'm very good at that, despite the fact that i'm insanely busy all the fucking time..i wish i didn't have to sleep, though i do like to sleep - ah the limitations -- and lamentations for you bible listeners -- of being human).

like earlier today, when i was hanging with my good pal that helps me out with specific needs that i have occasionally.
she has this art piece up in her bathroom, where i was hanging out for awhile just because i like to hang out in the bathroom to really think about buttcakes, words like bilious and cheerios, which i still like as long as they have a light sprinkling of cane sugar, but only on the first bowl. she has this piece that references "capitolism"....but see, anybody that gets really fucking annoyed/pissed off/enraged/outraged/somewhat raged about misspellings or wrong usage in a sentence, would know that it should be spelled "capitalism."
i mean come on, especially here in san francisco, where there are a lot of people who are against capitalism, especially socialists, marxists, nazis, neonazis, neocons, neo soul fans, and nepotism fans of freddie prinze jr..

i interrupt my totally coherent thoughts to relay to you that currently, i'm hearing car tires squealing pretty regularly every 20 seconds or so for the last 3 minutes.
quite odd.

frank the black haired kitty is currently laying in my lap. he has a fine tail.
i must say.
some kitties don't have fine tails, only somewhat good tails but this kitty towers above other kitties, i must say.

and i do say, obviously.

i say obviously a lot, in my writing at least.
don't you love how self-analytical i am?

i'm like two people, one to watch and record what i do, and then the one that just does.
i do.

this kitty frank has been discriminated against because of the color of his fur.
seriously,
some people (like say, oh..our idiotic attorney general, one john asscroft - misspelling completely intentional for you non believers and christians of all creeds) really freak out about black cats.
which is weird.
i mean, witches like 'em. and fuck, witches are usually pretty cool, even if they have poor eating habits, bad hygiene, and a subpar wardrobe selection (i mean, come on...ditch those cheap-ass pointy hats already...go for something in plaid or mauve).

one witch requirement is to have a mole of some sort on your face, particularly the nose and/or chin.
for optimum evilness.

see, cuz god is punishing witches because they're like evildoers and stuff, so they automatically become ugly once they start flying around on their brooms.


fuck..i need a beverage.
more in a few.

yo ho ho, we gots a party coming up at lipo lounge this friday night just in time for halloween. unfortunately, the link on the latest issue of flavorpill to my name is NOT ME.
which really sucks. but what can you do?
in the meantime, just know that THIS tim pratt lives and breathes for marshmallow soup.
and gelatin sideburns.

makes no sense, huh?
neither does this blog.

upward and downward
tP

ruminating on various music for your kindness and consideration

Flow Motion: Visual Pleasure, Vol. 2.0 (Elektrolux)


it tows less closely to the floaty ambient soundscape stuff in favor of more crackly, fragment bits.

Though the album is all material that's been previously released, it's doubtful even your most ardent experimental fan has heard everything on here.

it's�eloquent, soothing, IDM-type, a bit more complex than meandering synth washes and soundscapes. feels fluid. Soehngenetic's "Wall King SL"

mum "The ballad of the broken birdie records" - nice warm crackle of chopped up keyboards skipping down the audio lane, haunting child like vocals not unfamiliar in a haunted house (think boards of canada on speed).

some tracks more compelling than others.

aural float - sort of reggae/dub beat

�hmm, lapses into some new age cheesiness from time to time though.

and here's the review
FLOWMOTION: VISUAL PLEASURE VOL. 2.0
Elektrolux/GER/CD
Combining the visual representation with experimental and ambient electronic music is a no-brainer, so it makes perfect sense that late night German TV shows such as "Flowmotion" and "Space Night," emphasizing tripped-out motion and fluidity over structure, have become popular with aging electronic music fans. Germany's Elektrolux label plays host to this impressive array of experimental artists (including Iceland's Mum, Aural Float, The Sushi Club and UNN) on Flowmotion: Visual Pleasure, Vol. 2.0, favoring more of the crackly, fragmented audio bits, soothing textures and somewhat perky beat arrangements than the floaty ambient soundscapes prevalent on the Space Night soundtracks. While not every track is a keeper, there are plenty of highlights by the likes of Index ID, Mum and Rescape to fend off the occasional lapse into new age cheese.



electrelane - first single On Parade from album "the power one" (too pure) - pretty good, tight fisted rock for the nonmasses.
ooh, a cover of springsteen's "i'm on fire." recorded by steve albini in chicago, so it's got that shellac quality to it.

i am still digging on the flaming lips' "thank you jack white for that fiber optic jesus that you gave me." awesome. i was playing that the other day at my birthday shindig at Tilden Park and then my friend Stephan shows up with a fucking fiber optic jesus picture (the fact that i called my party a Fellowship may have something to do with the jesus-related items - i also got a Jesus Bacon illustration from my damn fine friend MollyGoLightly

no no no. not the flaming lips you want to hear.

this time it's "Duck Dodgers" main title song being sung by tom jones and performed by the flaming lips. wow sound quality is horrible. it's kitschy alright but eh..
wow, the sound is just bad. but song sucks too. reminds me of vegas. pass

i just saw eric shea on the street. and said hello. he said nothing in return but he did have a shit-eating grin on his face. probably baked.
ah, yes.

damn, i'm in a good mood. being confident really really helps. on days when i'm confident.


last night i dreamt that i was friends with eninem and he was wearing those glasses of his. we were at his house but for some reason it was in the bay area, not michigan and his wife was a stupid bitch. that part must be reality.
it's probably because i remember reading a story about some dolt who sued him because he namechecked some asshole bully when he was a kid who used to push him around. awesome that he did that, that enimem namechecked the bitch. god knows i had plenty of ass fucks make me an angry young boy, pushing me around and such. i'm glad the judge threw out the case, which included a fucking rap! awesome. i love america. sometimes.

i don't recall much of the gist of the dream but we were hangiing out and talking, like we were old friends. ha.

....music...

�
lisa marie presley sessions@aol - better than i would have imagined i guess. singer songwriter type not that far off from a sheryl crow (she's is like the quintessential female singer songwriter to compare too, probably because she's so goddamn ubiquitious - where isn't sheryl crow?. she was even at johnny cash's funeral. christ, and then we got her greatest hits today. ok, she has a few hits. "a change will do you good" is pretty catchy. but shut up).

anyway, lisa marie. she's got an interesting vocal style. not bad, really. good genes, obviously. husky vocals, atmospheric. i'm down with it. the third song, "sinking in" is really quite good.


hmmm, i have to write an average of 1661 words a day in november. yep, i'm going to write a novel in a month thanks to this, National Novel Writing Month, staring Nov. 1, of course.
my first published book will be dedicated to vv and jl. ____ ___u.


...more music for people with lives....


The Long Winters When I pretend to fall (Barsuk) - seattle band, nice artwork.
wow, solid pop and i REALLY dig the horns. nice touch. good husky wry vocals and odd organs. strangely compelling. ramshackle acoustic americana-esque indie rock. really good and emotional.

Clem Snide A Beautiful EP (spinart) - awesome. they do a cover of christina aguilera's "beautiful" which is really good.
"Mike Kalinsky" what a funny song bout a kid who has asthma, always misses school but still does better on tests than everyone else. "spinning bottles never pointed his way." listened to joy division in his bedroom and going nowhere. explodes in the end, detailing what mike's band sounds like today (loud punk).
also covers velvet underground's "I'll be your mirror" complete with a cello.

mando diao bring 'em in (Mute) -totally '60s-ish garage rock, but really fucking solid just the same. i like the production, stripped down and all fuzzy. very go-go 60s vibe but more hard. sorta jon spencer blues explosion-ish in third song "motown blood." very solid rock, for sure.

Rickie Lee Jones The Evening Of My Best Day (V2) - i've never been a fan, best known for "chuck e's in love" from 1979, but this album is surprisingly solid, a shuffling jazz-based mix of atmospheric, oddly melodic songs. nice production. think folky suzanne vega with a more kid-like voice.
if you like early steely dan, you might like this. love the flute and mellow carefree vibe. feels like a warm summer day. even has songs sung in french.

the shins chutes too narrow (sub pop) - damn good pop rock delicately written songs that are just so damn endearing. LOVE the rapturous synths.�love james mercer's vocals and lyrics. even the artwork is awesome. lyrics are great. production is great. cute yet not cute pop.
i would say this is on my top 10 of the year.
yes, i would.
don't question my kielbasa either fuckpiss.
ain't no processions 'round here maestro.
ok i have to announce my upcoming halloween party and pitchfork my eyes out with alligator syrup.

remember to look both ways before humping.

and always always always skin your own potatoes. there's bacteria in there you know.
grandma always liked spaghetti.

rant.

timmmmmiiiiiiiiiii

meathook

my bonnie lies over the ocean

oh my oh me oh what oh hee.

good golly miss molly, i know you got a lot to say. but you ain't going fucking nowheres unless you give up some pay.

yeah man, i sure do love biscuits graveyards and peanuts.
better than onions my friend, better than onions.
or mayonaisse if you catch my drift.

or nobby.

look at that man sitting in the tree.
k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
first comes love,
then comes marriage
then you're pushing a baby carriage.

puto.
elevator musik by the rez band really sucked.

oh and check out adam ant. he's a fine fellow is he not?

grandma chicken for sure.
Adam Ant's fine new song

stone cold shiver.

saturday evening, i was treated to a lovely, just lovely, dining experience at san francisco's beloved Hooters franchise, in your favorite place, Fisherman's Wharf.
Ah, the irony.
Culture shock, to be sure, but admittedly, it was also a smirking good time. at one point, our voluptuous 18-year-old waitress from pacifica asked me (after being tipped off by my preening hosts, fools!) if i'd like to go out in the middle of hooters and be embarassed in front of a crowd of rowdy males predominantly aged 15-22.
"of course!" i said.
i was led to the middle of the restaurant, whereby i was given two medium sized balloons that were then stuck up my shirt by our darling waitress and told to stand on a chair next to the two other birthday boys.
naturally, i began rubbing my big breasts immediately, much to the delight of the youngsters present.
after being introduced as turning 21 (!), i stepped down and gave up my breasts. satisfied.

family hour, for sure.