society fingerfucked me


papal papacy never sounded so delicious, especially after a delicious mixture of tang and chocolate milk. of course, that was immediately followed by a swift regurgitation of said substances, the stomach saying "fuck you bitch. there'll be none of that shit in there today. i've got enough problems to worry about."

yeah, that's what happened that day. i can't believe it happened. but it did.
those things just don't happen for a reason. they're just random occurrences played out in this little game we call frisbee golf (also known as life).

yeah, that's what they said alright. but fuck those guys, who always kept little rascals and Our Gang down back in the 30s. times were tough and a kid had to do whatever it took to ensure there was a clean meal on the plate for pop and pop, as well as your kid sister, juicy, and the dog, Exploratorium.
What a sight that was, that day the kids took the adults down and there were no more adults, no more fucking bastards to tell us what to do anymore. no more rules to be followed. no more stupid school to waste time in all day. when you could be doing shit that's much more constructive and beneficial to real life, like picking fights with people smaller than you, destroying things that don't belong to you in the name of fun, and shit on the sidewalk because your friend won't let you use his bathroom even though you really have to go, and so when the pain is too great, release is the only answer.

and so it began that day.
yeah, just like they said it was going to happen. on a beach. in your dream. out of my car. or something in between. betwixt may be a better term. those screeching wheels you hear in the background are for legitmate purposes. a cat's life was spared. a dog's weary breath will heave for another day even though he clumsily forgot to look both ways before crossing the busy street, the same damn street his younger brother, fido, was killed on not more than three years prior. but fuck, that was a long time ago, a different time, a different age, different priorities, less responsibility. the boom time. ah, those were the times. were they not?
they were. and were not.
but the real question here is not about the dog, but about those goddamned squealing tires, which keep on squealing and then you know someone's pet hamster or fox terrier wasn't going to make it through this night on planet earth. no sirree, things were going to change in a hurry for one sorry soul this night, the fucking night when the tires kept on squealing and the birds never started chirping, because it was fucking night and they have to sleep just like every other being inhabiting this godforsaken planet we call susquatchian. i love our planet's name. it's sooo, i dunno, earthy maybe.
yeah, that's it.
punish the weak, that's what THEY say. and THEY always know what the fuck is really up on this outpost we call california, land of the fees and the gnomes of the brave.
it all come down to this and those squealing tires, followed up by the not-so-sweet misfiring of some pistons or something near to the engine parts of which i speak and i spake and i smite and i smote and you know exactly what happens next, don't you?
bitch of course you know the answer.
the answer is the squealing tires followed up by the fast moving pistons and engine revving and pistons engaging more fully, more completely than previously, at least, within the last few minutes or so, maybe an hour, and then your realize, fuck! and double fuck.
those guys are being chased! by the cops? by the feds? by daddy notchell, leader of the east oakland spirit force and subsidiaries? or by don corleone, the Layne Stanley Tucci of his generation.
they are running from something, from someone, some being, some element in the force that is being weakened by this disgraceful, if not say, cannibalistic nature.
when all is said and done, only the asscheek of society can brunt this heavy blow on the butt we call america.

pensive, not stirred.

the new liz phair ep is actually pretty good. imagine that. not overproduced shite, and it's as raunchy and fucked up as ever. we love you liz after all. and we think you're hot as fuck too.

things certainly are changing for mr. goodbar, now aren't they?

don't you ever wonder about cheese whiz anymore?

why aren't you getting smarter?
why aren't you getting dumber?

you despise me.
you are me.
you stink.
you smell.
you are a whaler.

of the worst kind.
stinketh for you.

and you and ewe and vouz.

punish me for i am sick, am i?
how high? why nigh?
pie hole hi?
my my my.
get on your knees and pray.
we won't get fooled again.

thanks and allah bless.

puto

...went to the dabrye/manitoba show last night and all i can say is....WOW. have you seen manitoba yet??? it's like a gusher of creativity, very lush and dense. and shit, those guys can PLAY, a trio with two drummers that are constantly switching instruments. even their videos were great and in sync with the music. the crowd at BoTH was so blown away, they furiously clapped for a good five minutes straight until the band finally came back. definitely one of those "HOLY SHIT" nights of music.
and yeah, tadd was good too, of course. he had this cool little box that he was running everything on, with a keyboard and screen built in like a laptop...but the width of a lunch box...we never figured out what it was exactly.

fuck you i'm back.
lots of cool shit relating to sound of late, which i'll link downward way.

music

so much so much. fuck you.

dressy bessy (Kindercore) - advertises as being similar to new pornographers and breeders. um, not really. super super cute lead pixie vocalist does look good in her blue vintage dress but her bandmates don't seem quite so up to snuff, looks whys. but hey, i'm superficial. no really, music is kind of boring. just sits there like a dead frog underneath a large stone.
blah rock.

we travel in titular waters today, my friends.
i always wanted to say that to my shipmates.

the willful, conscious change in behavior can and may result in eventual unconsious adoption of said behavioral change. like say, deciding to stick out your tongue when doing something that may be potentially vexing or troublesome; grunting in a low gutteral growl when picking something up that's extremely heavy because you heard arnold schwarzenegger do it as Conan The Barbarian/Destroyer in the early 80s and it sounds pretty tough; consciously changing my penmanship to be all capital letters, because i saw a kid near me do it when i was in the 8th grade in my homeroom class at grand rapids baptist academy.
yes, friends you too can make a difference in your life. if you want to.
just ask me.
and look where it's taken me.

back to music reviewing...

Mojave 3 Spoon And Rafter (4AD)
i've never been much of a fan of bellwether rock (see description and pat on the back below).
you know, the agonizingly slow mope rock of bands such as Low or, uh, well mojave 3. comprised (and composed) of former members of the (better) band slowdive, that 90s-era shoegazer shit that was cool for awhile. anyway, mojave 3 ain't so moving me. sure, the folksy acoustic style earthy rock is delivered with real coolness, all mellow and forthright still, but it's like listening to pineapples playing music. not much happens. not that pineapples are living beings that can play instruments. but mojave 3, they ain't doing much. almost music for almost people. works out great. fuck you.

i have a sweatshirt underneath my left arm and you don't.

i'm standing at a kiosk in my home and you're not.

i came up with the description "bellwether rock" to describe bands like Mojave 3 and Low, who play slower-than-a-sloth sparse mope rock, with a bit of folksiness thrown in to "keep it real" (thanks to inclusion of banjo, harmonica, twizzler, washboard and other cheap-ass 'americana' type shit).

that band kings of leon, they getting all the hype right now.
you know what? they fucking SUCK.
hard.
i hate them now. and their stupid haircuts and facial hair. the followil brothers. lame.
young and stupid and getting big egos way too soon. they're trying too hard to be cool.
and what's with caleb's vocals? ronny van zant crossed with duane allman and bruce lee.

my morning jacket? more hype. they sound like a poor man's wilco, which, could be worse. jury is still out on them for me.

new matmos "civil war" is fucking bizarro. and then some. they sample 19th century folk songs and americana related flammery (flammery is a GREAT 18th/19th century aristocratic term, basically a synonym for "bullshit" - i picked it up from that film "the madness of king george"), and of course, civil war era folk songs are its chief subject. we have a concept experimental electronic album. on the civil war. listened to it just once and it's megawattage fucked up.

-- break --
a kitty just stuck his/her head into my skylight, of which, i'm near here in ol' no. 25.
two nights in a row. good kitty.
ok. i must find music.



unofficial birthday list
one year closer to being dead! humans sure are mortal!
yeah.

more underwear
more socks that are footies
CD-Rs
CD-R cases
More time
Clone of Tim Pratt
Subscription to Magnet
Rayon
extensive access to smut
the ability to rename all "Shops" as "Shoppes," at will
a health club membership to rid myself of my "spare tire"
Peets espresso machine (w/ live barrista on call 24/7/365) downstairs in my home
the ability to eat more vegetables
one of the rings around Saturn (or Jupiter - i'm not picky)
testicle de-itcher
handy wet wipes
the ability to not eat or sleep, if necessary
use the word "shat" in conversation and not get embarrassed about it
make love to honkasses


great thing to have on a shirt:
BIJOU PHILLIPS
yeah, i fucked her too

fab five freddy

..was a jerk (maybe).

i'm a day late, but then again, i'm always late to everything...
puto.


1. paper airplanes - so simple, yet so much enjoyment. for at least 2-3 minutes. and that's something.

Fly Robin Fly


2. Henry VIII - so much better than Henry VII, who was a jerk (maybe)...plus herman's hermits wrote an annoying song about him.

Hank


3. "God Less America" - Great title for a record, containing some extremely fucked up and depressing countryish story-songs from the 50s and 60s. You know, average stuff like a guy who finds his wife cheating with another man, shoots the guy, and the bullet goes clean through and kills his wife too. he calls the cops himself and tells them they'll find him waiting at the bar, having one last drink.
and then there's Grandpa Joe's "Drunk Driver," one of the saddest songs I've ever heard. or "Too Many Pills," which is self-explanatory.
of course, you haven't lived until you've heard "Please don't go topless mother" sung by this earnest 8-year-old kid, troy hess. very bizarre.
This is the perfect soundtrack for a coroner.

Crypt Records


4. My roommate's Mork & Mindy children's Tee-shirt, featuring Mork emerging from his egg spaceship and saying "shazzbot!" Even with the giant hole in the front of it and it being much too small for him, he still pulls it off. fucker.

Mork



5. Plastikman "Closer" - some deep personal shit going on there. quite dark, sparse and atmospheric. i can appreciate someone who's so addicted to manipulating sound. it's all in the details.
M_nus


cutter_

what do you say at this point.
what can you say at this point.
all bullshit.
all candyland.
all not real.

reality is not real.

They seem to be having some problems this morning.

That was the understatement to sum up my experience this morning at Peet's at 16th and Potrero. Damn, lots of stress, confusion, etc. From the moment i walked in this morning, it felt underly, chaotic even.

Fucking crazed. Too loud, it was, voices overlapping ever higher in volume.
Too much. And then that confusion, that stress, begins to build, it hangs in the air, making it so obvious there's tension that even you, who are merely a person waiting for your godamned triple shot latte to be fucking finished and delivered steaming hot, get worked up for nothing. Well, you're affected by the confusion of the barristas by the fact you have to wait longer for your latte than usual. Which sucks.

But even the people there aren't right. Tourists, not regulars, people who don't know you're supposed to enter in the second door, the rear door, to get in line parallel to the long counter. but no. they go in the middle door, and then try to inadvertently cut in line. "Oh, did i cut in front of you?"
"why yes, you did, you snot-faced khaki pants wearing smug mother fucker. no problem though. have a nice day."
("bitch")

it sucks when you are surrounded by amateurs at the coffee joint. peets is damn good coffee but i tell you, i'm looking forward to going back to my routine downtown peets. that one rocked. in and out in no time. they are fast, faster anyway, than potrero hill locale.

big booty bitches.

the xlr8r party the other night at that new club mezzanine was just alright. i mean, i am down with the xlr8r team and all, but that club didn't seem like it was the right fit for the occasion. i can see how it was chosen though. new club on the scene, hasn't necessarily developed its character yet (though it seems to be more of a gay club) and probably cheaper to rent than say 1015 or dna lounge, which are of comparable size. that's a weird club. i'd like to go back on a regular night and see what happens. size up the joint. give it the ol' college try. you know the drill.

yeah, that was stupid of me to miss bjork friday night. but i guess i didn't try very hard either. dunno why. Oh well. Oh well.
anyway, cex sucked. bad choice first of all.
second, blaktroniks were pretty good but to follow after cex. well that sucked.
so it wasn't their fault but i wasn't as primed.
then, tino corp. which was kind of lackluster too. lame altogether in fact.
so what can you do.

chut up.


saturday, the goils went shopping and tina and i hung at doug and candace's for a bit. which was nifty.
then we did something, did we not.
did we go to ti couz that night? i think we did.
no, ti couz was friday

saturday, what happened. oh yeah we met them on haight street. at hobson's choice.
andrew's, phone booth, doc's clock, parked on mission, tried to go to baobob, so we ate at charanga, marc's party on saturday, which was amazing.
beautiful. great time had by all at that event. real testament to their 16 years of togetherness. something very special that we enjoyed. definitely unlike any event i've ever been to. a celebration of love. what a wonderful thing.
seriously.


alcatraz and hukilau was on sunday. then marin headlands, golden gate and the like. we drove all around the bay area, the yay area.
when we stopped at this vista point late in the afternoon, overlooking the golden gate, we couldn't figure out what language those people were speaking. italian? portuguese? i just don't know donna.

alcatraz was smaller than i imagined. strange place that's for sure. kinda creepy. yet...more just interesting. the cells were very tiny. the audio tear really helped. i liked that you heard actual voices of men that stayed there. the clanking of the different rooms. it was odd. yes.

it's new music time
yes, it's true. more batches of pop goodness.
i do this because you won't have to.

the new Edie Brickell (you remember her...paul simon's wife? "What i am is what am...." that nifty song she played with the Bohemians back in the day.
pretty substandard, boring, whatever nonsense. not memorable. song is called "rush around." from the "volcano" album. fuck you.

next up is Jessica Simpson's "Sweetest Sin." oh yeah baby. reminds me a lot of christina aguilera. it's not bad. good sweepiness. good pop song.

John Mayer "Bigger than my body" - sounds a LOT like dave matthews, amazingly so. the little guitar breakdown sounds like it could be a cheesy cure radio tune. weird bridge in the middle. not very good at all.

mary j. blige "Ooh!" from "Love & Life" - decent, whatever, eh. lesbian love song with little oomph. i dig on some mary j. but...this ain't doing much.


which brings us to the new Dave Matthews single "Gravedigger" from the album 'some devil" coming out sept. 25. it's not the DMB this time. more guitar basic orientation. wow, this is kind of different for dm. hmm, i think i may like the acoustic version better than the real version, which seems almost too dense, too much going on.
the acoustic thing includes some strings, violins or cellos, as well as the acoustic guitar.
his vocals are strange in both versions. kinda snarly. not nearly as sedate as he usually seems. interesting story song. i dunno. it won't make me buy his album.

--a circus trapeze artist plunged to her death the other day. That would have sucked.

now listening to Jaga Jazzist "A Livingroom hush" - very strange. very odd sound. intriguing.
a bit offbeat that's for sure. dinner music for aliens. wow, really love the strings with the flutes and brisk beats, wow this is a strange sound.

and i still need to listen to Gotan Project.

currently listening to right this very minute:
Verve: Remixed 2 features modern remixes of old jazz tunes by all the stalwarts (dizzy gillespie, nina simone, Oscar Brown Jr., Ella Fitzgerald, Astrud Gilberto, etc)...remixes by funky lowlives, felix da housecat, gotan project, matthew herbert, layo & bushwacka, mr. scruff, fila brazillia, metro area, dj spinna, koop. it'll do well.

punch me, i'm sick.

fifty nifty

1. good pot in a glass bong.

2. cutter, the insect repellant

3. "The Story & Songs of The Wizard Of Oz" CD - All the
crucial dialogue and all the songs, especially the double
shot of "The Lullaby League & The Lollipop Guild." And it
moves much faster on audio. !

4. (guilty pleasure of the month) Asia "Asia" - i know i'll
get crucified for throwing this up, but goddamn, tracks
like "Sole Survivor" and "Wildest Dreams" are pretty
intricate, with their sweeping "feel-it-in-your-chest"
guitars and multi-tracked vocal harmonies. i had completely
forgotten about them until last year's "anthologia" was
passed to me at work recently. everything else they
released sucks ass, sappy prog rock at its worst, but for
one brief shining moment, they had something....plus they
remind me of early mtv days...

5. Black box recorder "Passionoia" - amazingly good lyrics
and exceptional production. plus it's dancey too.
dance party for sure.

good evening.

tP