2009/03/17

Birds of a Feather



I'm gonna hype myself up, new release coming soon.

Love,

al

Smuse

I have this feeling I completely missed St. Patrick's Day; well at least the drinking portion, I was festooned in the finest green I could find last minute.

You know who looked Irish? Elliott Smith. He also had a thing for quiet, trembling melodies and the occasional gutty guitar hook that has won me over since I was introduced to his music through "The Royal Tenenbaums" scene that always makes me cry.

His last album, released posthumously, that wasn't titled "New Moon" or whatever the fuck that was, came to be known as Songs From a Basement on a Hill. It was supposedly going to be his "White" Album, that was 2006. Crazy to think that Heatmiser's Mic City Sons came out in 1994! 12 years is a serious grind when you're writing music like that guy; in reality he was really incredibly prolific. So, I'll pay tribute, one way or the other, and hope someone finds something in at least one of these tracks.




ES-FABOAH

2009/03/16

is Jeff Lynne a rock legend?

The guy behind ELO, The Traveling Wilburys (he played bass/spent a good number of hours removing George Harrison's then-greying pubic hair from his teeth)and a handful of other projects that I don't know dick about, is producing Regina Spektor's new long-play record. Well, he's been around the block, but his production has never been something i think back too fondly of. Spektor has undeniable talent; that voice, oh my the voice, and the piano skills to compliment it all. She has changed sounds on every album; the dark, dirty "Soviet Kitsch" the foray in to pop/dreamy love songs that we call "Begin to Hope" and probably some other shit.

Ben Folds Feat. Regina Spektor-You Don't Know Me

Sumthin i read on pitchfork that made me write the above.

Farley

Ok, so there is at least one person studying/teaching abroad who has to look exactly like Chris Farley; I think I found her.

While we're on the topic, did you know the Farley family made serious bank up in Wisconsin in the pavement business.

NYT front page is blabbing about 27.5 billion for road construction crews, the country over. I wonder who gets the money in Wisconsin...

I've been had

I was reading the visitor counter to the right, and I have a feeling that someone is going to flag the blog soon; you can't ever be too paranoid, but it seems that the clamps are going to come down in the future upon those who share music for free on their website, even if they go about it in a slightly sly manner, but oh well, here's some more music anyway.

Lesley Wynn, thank you.



K-MH

2009/03/14

I smoke weed all day

Hello Punta Umbría. Hope everyone has a lovely weekend.

Check out the following things, if you haven't already:

A chance to improve the 9th grade Spanish you learned, and get some goodies.

Pay Sean Mair, according to his facebook status; I'm inclined to agree wholeheartedly with this.

Tocayo is a Spanish word which means that you have the same name as someone.

Punta Umbría; update.

Good weather. Lots of titties like the third world girls gone wild.

2009/03/13

Slovenia

Thanks Miha.

el teatro de sueños

jungle love

As much as I should post another Time video, I'm going to instead pass on some information that was no-looked off the elbow my way (oh White Chocolate, I miss your thunderous passes, rendering the finish an exercise in futility, if only you could have played with Shaq in 1996 instead of 2006).

Via the only guest poster ever, Pedro Astacio (not Pedro Martinez, rest assured), a bunch of established veteran MCs go to work over hijacked/sampled/straightjacketed Sufjan Steven's tracks.

Here it is:


hokay, download here: gimme the biz baby.

Possible Tracklist for "Tocayo/a: Whatever your name is"

-Hey Zeus!
-Creed Stone
-Este Hombre
-Fumado
-Gunga
-Run DMT
-Dumb Fun
-Old Spinster's Tale
-Breakfast in Deathbed
-He's Just a Bird
-Flying
-Free Hugs For Free People

Am I the only one gorging at the 2ND Free Crack Giveaway over at Taka's blog? I thought all white people loved Taka(note, perhaps untrue).

Dunking the basketball on a 7 foot rim, just because you can is acceptable only while playing pickup soccer on the same "court".

2009/03/12

BLOWWWWWWWWWW

Dr. Bepper

Cool article on Deadspin

Gunga Gunga Gow

Big NEWS!

Strawberry Banana just got a sick redesign, check it out post-haste!

Old Drink

My fingers are sore from playing a steel string guitar for many hours yesterday; fuck flamenco guitars. I was fucking around with an open D tuning (DADF#AD) with a clipper lighter as a slide in between trying my best to sound impressive to the strangers and companions in the carmona complex.

I'm gonna re-plug this band, The Mean, because their music is excellent and deserves multiple listens (finally, someone will give you your money's worth).

While we're at it, why not one more album before I head off to work?

I was introduced to Gil-Scott Heron through secondary/tertiary sources; an obscure hip-hop reference, allmusic.com cross-cultural comparisons, or maybe it was my older brother Max who laid the seeds of appreciation for a true activist/musician.

Anyways, I don't have TV here in Spain, and my excessive internet usage could be categorized as addictive or compulsive, but viva la revolución!



GSH-TRWNBT

Stuff and Things

Hello world. A chance encounter in Sevilla with a Senegalese folk musician named Malik was incredibly rewarding.

There may or may not have been a man screaming/singing sevillanas in the middle of the night outside my window.

I'm up remarkably early, although I got some new chamomile delivered from granada, that is quite delicious.

So, here's the first post of the day, perhaps more to come if I don't turn in to a lazy bones.



P-SE

2009/03/11

hey sluggo

big shoutout to one Raymond Daniel O'Brien III, who put me on to this. What a grand opportunity to maneuever within the simulacrum of power that Colbert has created for the organized, slacker youths of today.

Fucking Cool

There's no use in having pretensions these days, especially concerning places that are judged on the basis of their own perceived closed-off manners. Mooney was the first person to explain bridge and tunnel syndrome to me, well, second-hand, but that's good enough for this mannish boy. Friend of music and related things, Marisa Beltramini put me on to a very interesting music label/story of interest, that you can read here.

Oberlin alums are scattered throughout King's County, and methinks this says a lot about how I won't be able to afford an apartment anywhere but salisbury, Maryland upon my return to the old glory herself.

If Burger King sponsored a Ben Kweller concert in Brooklyn, my head might explode.

2009/03/10

Staring At The Sea

You can scan through your brain, past the short-term memories; what you ate most recently, the source of the intermittent high-pitched noises on a local pedestrian street, the number of times you stared at that same photo (for the record, 17) longing for someone while you're supposed to be doing something else. You can get caught up in a melody or a rhythm and lose all track of time, and then as soon as you think you're getting somewhere you look around and forget everything that's just happened. The simulacrum of the internet promises nothing more than what it is, a pooling of information, while you might spy a baroque soliloquy on plateauing you could also click on the links within that article and tune out.

I recently read Tom Wolfe's "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test" for the first time recently; I think I understand why it's so goddamn highly recommended by everyone, and my mom; Wolfe was never on the bus, but he understood what it meant, and that it couldn't be expressed with words, that's some shit. There is a critical moment when Kesey and co. go to Berkeley, California for a serious anti-war rally/march in to Oakland. His takeaway message for the bright-eyed left-leaning youths of yesteryear? "Fuck it." Couldn't agree more, at some point we have got to all say, "fuck it", if we're ever going to get out of this crisis mode bullshit.

As far as I can tell, repackaging is the crux of America's ascendancy and probably it's rebirth in this time of tumult.

Fill My Heart

So, why stop a good thing?

I rambled yesterday about the merits of dropping one's pretensions about the perceived coolness of music, and in that vein, attempting to embrace the randomness/emptiness of discovery.

With that in mind, why not listen to some Bob Zimmerman?

John Wesley Harding was the last album Bob Dylan released before breaking his neck in a motorcycle accident that for some reason revealed the beauty of christian grace from the bleakness of his hospital bed. BOORING, but at least this is a good listen.

I just finally noticed how many songs are described in his early catalogs as dreams, fucking cool.



BD-JWH

A slight sigh of blessed relief

Hooray David Brooks.

2009/03/09

Thrillseekers

If we all knew about all the same bands at exactly the same time, and we could all vibe on it, then there would be no need for the elitism that lays to waste so many potentially beautiful minds. That said, most people have terrible taste in music, and that is totally acceptable (most people believe that most other people have terrible taste in music).

I was particularly late on the Wilco bandwagon; I was watching THE Ohio State play for the national championship against UMiami (FL) and kicker Mike Nugent's favorite band was none other than the above mentioned. I had known of them for some time, but "A Ghost is Born" was the first album I ever actually acquired and listened to multiple times. Freshman year hallmate Marisa Beltramini was a big fan of "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot", but I only knew that from my clandestine mental photo-cataloging of her CD collection; it was sandwiched between Sufjan Steven's "Come On Feel the Illinoise" and Ben Folds Live.

So, 2007 marked the release of Sky Blue Sky, which, fittingly, I listened to for the first time today. It's pretty fucking good. I was doing dishes and lying on the couch at various points while taking it in, thinking of a lover far away; it's real good for that.





W-SBS

Four Course Meal

Awesome. The bestie bounces yet again, so now I have to keep whittling down the list of eligible euros to hang out with. Basically it's a slow road to hope, but, lord willing, I won't go insane with the slowness of Huelva (aka nuclear contamination land, seriously they just completed a serious investigative report on this toxic dump) in a non-productive manner.

I met a guy named Deshawn who listens to good music; it was the perfect antidote to Spanish pop. The shit he's in to sometimes reminds me of Make Believe, a band that Joel Handley put me on to some time ago.

The brothers Kinsella and their kinfolk/bandmates thrash with elegance, I don't know how else to put it. Their second LP, "Of Course" shows them maturing (they somewhat recently released a new LP entitled "Going To the Bone Church" which I HIGHLY recommend).



MB-OC