godthedog

once again i am reminded that i have no speakers for my computer & am saddened by it.

mangum's lyrics a lot of times are maddeningly vague, but i'd never call it dull. he's taken up that lost bob dylan art of throwing together a lot of random vivid imagery and calling it a song. the most cathartic albums i can think of off the top of my head: beatles, 'abbey road' john lennon, 'plastic ono band' nirvana, 'unplugged in new york' jeff buckley, 'grace' i can't really explain that last one. not an "oh my god i'm going to cry" experience, but whenever i listen to it i feel drained by the end. probably something about his voice.

it greatly saddens me that my love for zeppelin will keep me from ever being a true hipster. good thing i'm in the village, where all the pseudo-hipsters are, instead of williamsburg, where i've been told all the genuine hipsters migrated to. incidentally, the pseudo-hipsterness in the village is kind of sad. every day i pass by this mural painted on the side of a grocery store that features miles davis, edward albee, bob dylan, joan baez, john coltrane, woody guthrie, jack kerouac, william burroughs, ginsberg, & a bunch of others that i'm forgetting, who were all a part of the greenwich scene way back when. not even touching on the irony that this is painted on the side of a grocery store, the overriding impression i get here is that most of the creative energy of the place is gone & all you can do is see the landmarks. there's nothing really exciting or new i see going on, it's just a bunch of students and young homosexual professionals going to restaurants and buying lots of shit. i get a much more "we're trying to make something happen and you too can be a part of this" atmosphere from the more noho-ish places. the bowery street poetry club, as pretentious as the very idea of it is, is still a place that's trying to actually DO something. locals come, congregate, do poetry slams & put their self-published books on sale at the counter. EDIT: these comments do not belong in this thread. probably the "comments that don't warrant a thread" thread. but i'm on a public computer that strangely can't copy & paste, so oh well.

in retrospect, i should've just gone to 'other music'. i bet they had both cd's. i didn't even know they made velvet underground shirts.

there's a transvestite who currently works at the denny's in augusta, GA. that's a brave soul right there.

MY RADIOHEAD ODYSSEY THROUGH GREENWICH VILLAGE so i figured i'd give in and get 'kid A' and 'amnesiac', cause i had to sell them both over christmas break 2002 (when i was completely flat ass broke and the battery in my car died and i still had to buy christmas presents, so i sold a third of my cd collection to have enough petty cash to get through the month), and i kind of missed them. easy enough task. i go to tower records. they don't have 'kid A', and 'amnesiac' is $18.99. i'm all "fuck that shit." i don't bother with 'other music' that inc just mentioned, cause i just don't like them for some reason, and i figure i can get what i want at bleecker street records, just past 6th avenue. i find 'kid A' for $15.99 at bleecker street records. kind of expensive, but i'm not going to be picky at this point. but they don't have 'amnesiac', and i'm all "what the fuck." i go farther west to a place on christopher street. turns out it's a used cd store, and they don't have any radiohead. i go to disc o'rama, another mostly used cd store on west 4th, and they don't seem to have any radiohead either. i would've looked a little harder, but they don't keep their inventory very organized at all and the place was really crowded, so i didn't feel like hunting for it among the dozens of other people in a space legally small enough to be a dog house. i go to bleecker bob's on west 3rd, but they specialize in vinyl & their cd collection is really tiny & bizarrely split into scores of obsessive mini-categories, so i didn't even know where i'd start to look for where (or even IF) they keep radiohead. and why the hell do you want to have "bleecker" in the title of your record store if it's on west 3rd? it makes you look like a retard. "so, we should meet at that record store, bleecker bob's." "sure. that's on bleecker street, isn't it? i'll find it." "no, it's on west 3rd." "...i'm not meeting you there." i go to generation records on thompson between west 3rd and bleecker street, which is incidentally right next to a really good italian restaurant called portobello. i find a copy of 'amnesiac' for $11.99. i walk home. the end. to recap: 1. tower 2. bleecker street records 3. that used place on christopher street 4. disc o'rama 5. bleecker bob's 6. generation records i wanted to accompany it with a 'ulysses'-type map tracing my quest, but that's the best i can do.

irony! o, sweet irony! how good your icy touch feels against my skin! i've got a hankering to buy 'kid A' sometime this weekend. i'm going to try to keep myself busy today so that it doesn't happen. not because i'm grossly against the idea of getting the album again, but because it's getting near christmas and i really need to curb my habit of impulsively buying albums. stupid tower records. why do they have to be 2 blocks from me, why do they have to make it so easy. fuck it. i'll give in eventually.

buy a dog. that's what i did when kinetic stopped being a regular in the music folder, and it made the hurting go away. then once the hurting stopped, i put him in the back of the car, then took him to a walgreens parking lot on the other side of town and drove away.

those three good bands of course being the arcade fire, the arcade fire and the arcade fire. You don't like Tears for Fears? Get the fuck outta here! it was a joke about inc's disdain for the arcade fire.

you don't like led zeppelin? get the fuck outta here! those three good bands of course being the arcade fire, the arcade fire and the arcade fire.

butter. and i could not stop laughing when i read that title.

ween - "happy colored marbles" stone roses - "love spreads" luna - "bonnie and clyde" jeff buckley - "the way young lovers do" bob dylan - "it's all over now, baby blue"

it's been playin at the angelika down the block from me for a couple months now. looks pretty good, but i haven't gotten around to seeing it because other stuff keeps coming out that i want to see more.

i will never buy joaquin as johnny cash. ever.

the music folder is the best it's been since kinetic stopped posting on a regular basis. i've found myself posting there way more now than i usually do on the entire board.

i think chinese documentary karaoke might be a good name for a band. haven't quite decided yet. 'pretty hate machine's opposite might also be called 'unsightly love inantimate object'. which brings to mind a mangled-looking dildo.

i looked up galaxie 500 & found out that they're the ancestor of luna, which caused me to dig up my old copy of 'penthouse' (which i bought years ago, only because i'd heard "bonnie & clyde" on the radio once, listened to the album maybe 3 times & promptly forgot). i'm listening to it right now, and it's pretty damn cool. poppy and just a little creepy.

then by your argument, the whole soaring "it's the beginning of a new age" coda shouldn't be in the song either. from the lyrics and the melody, you can safely say that's the glimmer of hope for the characters at the end, the indication that they've made some kind of real connection through all the sordidness and shitty stories. i still think reed's little interjection is a stupid ad-lib, but i think it's more a matter of not capturing the idea quite right than a matter of almost ruining the song's whole tone.

i don't think "i hate myself..." would've fit in well on 'in utero'. "verse chorus verse" would've been nice, simply cause it's so god damn good, but it also would've stuck out like a sore thumb without a more albini-like treatment.

it's reed being caught in the musical ecstasy of the purity of the moment, that brief space of time where you completely lose yourself. like having really intense sex and yelling out something really inappropriate, like "teddy ruxpin!"

I used it twice and this time was a reference to the other time. Come on, pick up on my continuity... c'mon! oh, okay. i've caught you in that weird inbetween phase where it's not a new thing anymore, but hasn't been done enough yet to be a trademark. as you were.

'salo' was kind of a joke to me. it was just trying way too hard, & was impossible for me to take it seriously. it's the led zeppelin of disturbing movies.

coltrane's 'ascension' only has one good song on it.

blah. dystopian bullshit.

nostalgia is a wonderful thing. i have hours of mix cd's designed specifically sound like playlists from my old favorite radio station. i always get a little rush when i hear "mother mother" right next to "number one blind," and i don't ever want it to go away. and 'in utero' meant way more to me than 'nevermind'. with 'nevermind' i more or less knew what i was getting, but 'in utero' was this completely frightening & overwhelming experience. also the first great album that i hated on the first listen.