Giuseppe Zangara

The errata of today: Went to Orlando. Saw Wilco at the House of Blues. The band was in fine form this evening—playing for nearly 2.5 hours—putting on one of the best shows I've seen in some time. The songs from A Ghost is Born (they played eight of the 12) sounded stellar live, acquiring a punch that many of their studio counterparts lacked. Minor quibble: I could live with their playing nothing from their first album, but wasn't pleased with the measly two songs they played from their second (and my favorite Wilco) album, Being There. Ah well. I was impressed with the band as a whole, especially guitarist Nels Cline, who joined the band just last year. Dude was going all sorts of crazy with his axe, peeling off licks that sounded more like free jazz than rock, and Jeff Tweedy kept up with him every step of the way. After the show, I picked up The Giant Pin, which is an album by Cline's project, the misleadingly named Nels Cline Singers. It's a trio that, according to Nels himself, is a "free jazz/psychrock/droneprov/balladry/spacenoise" thing. Sounds good to me. It was my first time at the House of Blues. The sound there was excellent; every now and then, Wilco would throw an ear-piercing feedback jam in one of their songs, which was appropiately mindshatteringly loud, yet I managed to come out of the venue with my hearing (mostly) intact. Also, I bought three cd's at the nearby Virgin Megastore. They were: Galaxie 500 - Today Ride - Nowhere Swell Maps - A Trip to Marineville

I'm gonna be out of town this weekend. I fear to think what will happen to this place in my absence.

Kotz called me earlier today and said my voice mail message wasn't very heterosexual.

That picture IDRM posted startled me, as the woman looks a lot like this person I used to work with in a supermarket a few years back.

Tongue piercings w/r/t blowjobs are nice, but not the trip some claim. At least in my experience.

In doesn't get in my way, unless you count getting in my way as her periodically stopping during oral so she can fiddle with the piercing.

An image search for labret turns up some nasty results. Shit looks like herpes on most people.

My girlfriend has a labret piercing, which gets caught in her teeth whenever she attempts head. I should rip the damn thing off her lip.

Guy's getting flustered. Incandenza so desperately resents his caucasian blood. So much so I'm incapable of forming coherent sentences.

Let's talk about how wonders of dark areolas.

Holy christ yes.

Different genre, dude. No matter how artsy they get, Neurosis is still a metal band (not that there's anything wrong with that). Neither of the bands I mentioned earlier are metal.

I like "We Will Fall," too, but then I have a soft spot for long, droney pieces, as well as bands who make their living off of trance-inducing drones. Charalambides, for instance. I like them, but they're a band I can't recommend to everyone. Same with Stars of the Lid.

Most bands can't pull off 10+ minute songs. Mastodon doesn't realize they are among that number (see "Hearts Alive").

See promise number one. I don't remember posting that last night. Let the record show I love all my message board friends.

I didn't know until 3am what my plans were for today. Turns out I'm gonna arrive with only a couple of hours to spare before the show, so a meet-up isn't feasible (considering you'd have to drive like an hour just to get there).

Kotz, I know how you feel. Not about dating an alcoholic, which you may've mentioned in this thread. Or some other one. I can't remember.

I'M NOT SAYING WHO ARE THE NON SUCKY ONES BY THE WAY

Why does everyone in this thread except for maybe two or three people suck.

He's the guy from this site. If that's his name, then there you go.

Another album I recently listened to is Mastodon's Leviathan. It had a thick, bottom-heavy sound I liked, plus the vocals didn't bother me and the album lacked the wanky metal solos I never cared for. Still, I don't see this being something I'd ever love.

Glad to see MMH and I are in agreement, but I still hope the cocaine kills him.

Can't ruin something that was already bad.

* I'm listening to Erykah Badu's Mama's Gun, some four years after I last gave it a shot and dismissed it as dull. It's going better this time around, but there's still some slow spots, mainly in that I don't like vocal jazz very much and there are a couple of vocal jazz tracks here. * Earlier, I listened to Wilco's most recent (and Grammy Award winning!) album, A Ghost is Born. I listened to this a lot for a two week period after it came out last summer, but then it fell off my radar, resulting in only a handful of listens since. It's good enough...but there's something tentative about most of it. There's a few standout tracks—like "Hell is Chrome" and "Spiders"—but the bulk of the record seems content to just be mildly pleasant, existing in the background for the NPR crowd who still think themselves edgy. * I'm seeing Wilco tomorrow, which I've mentioned elsewhere in this folder. I hope the album's lesser moments come off better on stage; I also hope they do a generous runthrough of their back catalogue. * Here are the Wilco albums, listed in preferential order: Being There Summerteeth Yankee Hotel Foxtrot A.M. A Ghost is Born

I'm not answering anymore questions.