Friday, June 27, 2008

Just me?

Or is the Black Kids "I'm Not Gonna Teach Yr Boyfriend How to Dance With You" straight-up Three Imaginary Boys-era Cure?

Question: Do we need more of this in the world?
Comment: Abso-fucking-lutely.


More of this, as well? Is pop-genius appreciation genetic? Can surreptitious placing of headphones on babies modify the code?

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Because there is a mournful sexaphone

and it is guaranteed, tried and true, to brighten your summer and your life generally, and prompt you to shout "yeah!" and "uh-huh!" more often than is perhaps warranted, sanctioned, or approved of: Jason Anderson & the Best, free download of a mid-Spring church show in the Great North of the Land of the Free.

And if this doesn't firmly reestablish yr faith in basic human goodness and the glory of fun-times and devil-may-care-music-making, fuck the skills, then watch this, a song which played on the radio, on WICB while my and my number one comrade were driving out of Ithaca, after Farmer's Market burritos and loading an enormous elliptical machine into the hatchback:

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Lord's Ohio or Bust

a certain special someone is the proud owner of a shiny mandolin, which has given me full license to refer to her as a 'mandolier,' which makes me think of man candy, which she is, sans man.

Also -- brand new (used) tenor sax, sitting at the foot of the guest bed, and I remember all my major scales by heart and ear. The last one was stoled and pawned for drugz and cash money close to a decade ago,and now there is a replacement! And the case -- O, the case -- soon to be covered in either a) grossly patriotic stickers (bald eagle, "THESE COLORS DON'T RUN OR BURN"), or glitter + duct tape + origami squirrels. Or maybe this bumper regalia:

Right? Revelation, fire, brimstone, re-upping on the devout quotient?

Naw. Origami rodents, all the way.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

that portion of the day

when yr seventeen year old longing meets a baby Rose Melberg at a sit-down show a decade ago, wearing polka-dots and timid.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

"More Busby Berkeley, more nerd sex, more hermeneutics, more whips, more chains, more Kant"

says Jennie Livingston, here, regarding the potential full-length version of "Who's the Top?"



If you loved me, you'd find me a bootleg.