Representational of Eric's night
So, the big Halloween night here in Corvallis was Saturday. I had a midterm this morning and have much to do, so in terms of a *real* Halloween celebration, not much is going down on my end of things.Saturday night began with a bang. On an almost empty stromach, I consumed an amazingly gross Pabst 40 in a mere matter of minutes. I dressed up in the same 'cholo' attire that I did last year as did my roommate, partially due to the fact that I haven't really been able to think about much else than school. I had toyed with going as a mormon (white shirt, bike helmet, backpack, book of mormom) or a looter (carry around a TV), but alas, I failed on both fronts.
I gave us some pretty amazing sharpie tattoos. I am amazingly good at writing in old english-type fonts.
Anyway, went to a few houseparties, drank way too much beer (two more forties and one-or-two keg cups), got chased around by this drunk girl wearing nothing more than a bustier (sp?) and some fishnets and finally went home (alone) and passed the eff out.
T'was fun, I haven't drank like that since highschool. I was a fucking wreck.
With a most-wonderful concert-going partner, we showed up at WOW Hall to find Kenny himself working the merch booth. I perused the wares and shot the shit about his Styrofoam collaborations and the previous night's show in Portland. As in the interview, Kenny was incredibly personable. I asked about the Tylenol sponsored split EP they did with White Magic called Ouch: Songs of Hurt and Healing, which I had never heard. He picked up one of the CDs and handed it to me. "Take it," he said "It's got a neat alternate version of 'The Postman' on it." Rad.
Showing up a bit late, we missed the first opening band, which I think was called Yeltsin, but managed to catch Verevin, an all-female attack. I had listened to some of their stuff on their myspace page (which I just spent 4 minutes looking for, but couldn't find it -- sorry) and wasn't that impressed, but live, they were pretty effing good. The rhythm guitarist doubled as a cello player, and we all know that female cello players are hot by nature.
Halfway through Verevin's set, these two middle-aged women showed up. One was wearing Doc Martin's with a skirt and one had "Jeremy-era" Vedder hair and a leather jacket. I odn't like to pass such harsh judgements, but It'd be safe to say that these women were fierce lesbians. Throughout Verevin's set, which was prety mellow on the whole, these women kept yelling "ROCK!" and "You go girl" and hooting at the band. I'm al for yelling at shows, but this was totally uncalled for -- it was fucking up the experience for everyone else. It was so bad that all the indie kids kept making eye-contact with each other and rolling their eyes. Eye contact is not something their are good at, either.
Anyway, after about 20 minutes of this yelling, during a particularly quiet part of a song, this lady does a 15-second "Woooooo" at the band, at which point I lose it and yell "SHUTUP" with a dramatic pause between the 'shut and the 'up.' I must have been like six feet away from this lady. Indie kids then made eye-contact with me and gave me an approving head-nod. Indie kids aren't good at eye contact.
Prior to the show, I had exchanged a few text-messages with Kenny about a song-request. At first, I wanted them to play "Fool Around" from Promise of Love, but he said that they hadn't practiced that one in awhile. I responded with "Million Young" from Know by Heart and he said maybe, that they'd practice it during soundcheck.
The American Analog Set finally took the stage around 10:30. For this tour, they had their friend Chris, who helped record their latest album working the mixer. The sound was superb. This was the first time that I'd heard a band that sounded exactly-like their recordings. Except for a few slip-ups, it was damn near perfect. Along with my gorgeous concert-going-counterpart, I was perched a mere four feet from the stage.
About halfway through their set, Kenny spoke into the mic "Where's my man Eric?"
A tad bit embarrased, I meekly raised my hand, which caught his eye.
"Oh hey," he said. "This is for you -- thanks." and proceded to bust into a wonderful version of "Million Young."
Ending the set with an incredible (and extended, if my natural clock is any indicator) version of "We're Computerizing" with a callback to the end of "Modern Drummer," it did seem a bit surreal.
Definitely one of the best concert-going experiences of my life, we left the show and proceded to make the trek back to Corvallis, smiling the whole way. Perfect.
Andrew Kenny interview transcription (04:00pm_10_25_2005)
How is the tour going thus far?Well weâre just three days into it, at least the US portion of it. Japan and Europe were awesome, we had a great time. Weâd been to Europe before but it was our first time in Japan.
How were you received in Japan?
We played with Her Space Holiday, who, they say are âbig in Japanâ â they had been there a few times before so perhaps that was good and bad. It was definitely a âHer Spaceâ kind of crowd but we were on the same label and people who are âin the knowâ are aware that we have partied and toured together in the past. People knew that we were âfamily,â so we were received very warmly, but I kind of felt that we were playing shows that were a good bit bigger than we would have been playing on our own. Overall, we were received very well and I was very pleased with the tour â but we werenât on our own dime the whole time.
I know it's lame, but how would you describe the band to an unaccustomed listener?
If Iâm talking to someone who knows a little bit about the band or the circles we run with, Iâll say âmellow rockâ or âmellow indie rockâ with an emphasis on rhythm and melody. I might use our instrumentation to describe us a little bit â percussion, vibraphone, electric piano, organ with guitar bass and drums to back it up. But, if Iâm talking to a friend of my momâs, Iâll say âwe sound like Fleetwood Mac, except without the ego.â
I was amazed to find out that you study biochemisty at Columbia
Actually, my undergrad was molecular biology, which is kind of really what Iâm all about, but my PhD lab was a biochemisty lab and had I decided to continue and not make Set Free, I would have been working on a biochemistry degree. Thatâs what I do â Iâm a good scientist. Itâs the only thing Iâve ever done in my life that I feel like Iâm good at.
Not to boost your ego at all, but I think you are also pretty good at writing songsâ¦
(Laughs) Well, Iâm okay â Iâll say I definitely benefit from the help of my crew. Iâll say âwe couldnât do this without each other,â but especially I couldnât do this without the help of Mark, Lee, Sean and Craig. Iâve played shows by myself and it always makes me long for a band. My crew has been playing together for a long time and a more appropriate band for the type of music that I make, I couldnât find it â they are awesome.
As far as a âone man wrecking crewâ type thing, Iâm a much more capable scientist.
How do you manage to switch gears between music and science?
Unfortunately, I wish it was easier to do both and just pop it back and forth, because the things I like about science are the same things I like about music -- Repetition, attention to detail -- the things I like about recording are very similar to the things I like about molecular biology. A linear DNA molecule is a lot like an analog tape. Putting songs onto tape is a lot like the introns and exons in a gene. In recording, thereâs space, verses, choruses. You get things out of order just a little bit and things donât make sense at all â if you donât have the drums synced up with the music, nothing makes sense. They are both very similar models.
I wish I could do both in life because I love them both so much, but really, science is a 12-hour-a-day job and it doesnât leave much time to make music in a way that you can be serious about it, or at least honest about it.
Iâm just not a very quick musician, it takes me awhile to write songs and it takes me awhile to kind of think about how I want to record them or present them. Iâm a very patient kind of songwriter and thereâs really no way I could do both. I had to leave school in order to make this record and that was kind of it.
Was that a tough choice to make, the music versus science?
It was definitely the hardest decision Iâve ever had to make. On tour for Promise of Love, in the summer of 2003, we had this six week tour and I was thinking the whole time âdo I want to make music?â â in which case, when we get back from tour I need to think about writing songs, making a practice schedule and getting everyone back to Austen to record or âdo I want to be a scientist?â Iâm a year into my PHD and Iâm having a great time, my grades are awesome, I just got accepted into the lab that I wanted to join, I got the scholarship I wanted. Everything was all thumbs up.
I wish I was the kind of person who could look at a decision like that and think âno matter what I do, something I really want to do is going to happenâ but unfortunately, Iâ, the type of person who looks at a situation like that and says âno matter what I do, I have to give up something I love.â
Honestly, Iâm glad you chose the music routeâ¦
Yeah, me too. I mean, Iâm getting older and I know I canât do this forever. Iâm glad that I could make something that I still enjoy, that I think is beautiful. Iâm glad that after all this time of touring and making records, music still matters to me. I did the right thing â thereâs a science career for me in the future.
How is the Arts and Crafts label treating you?
Theyâve been pretty good. They are friends out ours â they are good guys. They are very realistic about the potential The American Analog Set, and so are we. They arenât going to turn us into another Broken Social Scene. They know that weâre not going to sell 100,000 records, and we know that â or if we do, it might take us five albums.
I donât want to call it the âtwilight years of the band,â we still want to keep recording and having fun together, but they know that beyond this album, weâre not going to be doing a lot of touring or play a lot of live shows, so they know whatâs going on.
After I read the rumour about the after-tour disbanding, it made me listen to Set Free in a whole new light.
I will say that Mark, Lee and I talked about our next recording thrust and what direction we want to take the band in and what we want to do next. Seeing how weâre not going to have to play live, I think itâs time to make it a little bit different.
In many ways, Set Free is our last record much in a way that The Golden Band was our last record. After Lisa left and Tom and Sean joined, it was time to flip the script as much as a âlimited scopeâ band like us can. Weâve changed things up a lot. I think the next thing we do will be similar to that â time to switch things up a little bit. Approach recording in a different way, approach writing in a different way.
How has the songwriting changed on this record?
I wish I could say that Iâve just thrown a whole new whammy on the process, but really, I donât try to make the songs similar or different then anything else Iâve done â whatever comes out, comes out. Now, what the band does with it changes a lot.
When I listen to the demos for this record and compare them to the demos for Promise of Love or Know by Heart, they are pretty similar. Maybe I used a different drum machine but basically, youâd be hard pressed to distinguish them.
I did spend a lot longer working on the lyrics for this record, just because I wanted it to be âmore thought out,â that was a big switch on this record.
This is the album Iâm most proud of lyrically, but thatâs kind of the case with every album weâve done to date. My voice was not important on the first couple of records. Eventually the lyrics kind of caught up with how loud Iâve put the voice. Iâve hit the zone where I like the way my voice sounds on the record, I like the lyrics and Iâm pretty much satisfied with the way that it is. None of the lyrics make me cringe, and even if they are kind of cheesy at times, they are honest and they are real.
The mixing on this album is superb, is that due to recording in Chrisâ studio?
Except for the backing vocals on âSheâs Half,â the rest of the vocals were all done in my apartment in Brooklyn.
I go crazy these days recording vocals â I canât make someone else sit there through multiple takes over the course of a couple hours, thatâs just not fair. Iâm the first to admit that they arenât getting any better â they just have to be âwrongâ in a certain way for me to like them. Really, the only things I end up liking about the records are the after-the-fact accidents. I have to slip up in the right way to make it cool down the road.
You recorded part of this album at the infamous âLegend house,â correct?
Right. Thatâs where we recorded the very first album.
Kind of full circle, huh?
Yeah, for about three weeks out of the year, my grandparents make the trek to Arizona and I always housesit for them. I thought âthis is exactly what happened on the first record, so letâs do it again,â so we set up the studio in the original house.
If you could go back ten years, to when you first started recording the debut album, what would you say?
âThis is a sickness, quit nowâ or maybe âIf youâre gonnaâ do it, do it â donât pussyfoot around and take years between records. If you really want to make a life for yourself in music, you should spend your life doing it.â
I wish had been a little bit more serious about it younger â Iâm 34 and my band is extremely tired and thereâs always going to be the feeling like weâre âthe little band that could, but didnâtâ because weâve just been friends that make music instead of a band that makes a career out of it.
Wait, Iâll take that back â the only reason weâve stayed together is because weâre friends. And I couldnât do any of this without their help.
once again, my plans have changed completely. the school isn't offering a class that i need for my spanish major next semester, so instead of a double major, i'm going to only have my international studies major with a spanish minor. bleh. i'm not too thrilled about this whole thing, but at least i'm graduating, yes? yes.
also, next semester is going to kick my ass as well. 18 credits, all upper division (except for rowing, which is 150 or something), only one of which relates to my major, and that's loosely. now it's just a game of filling up the upper division slots in order to get the degree. plus i'll be writing my thesis. hooray!!
speaking of which, i should go get started on that. my statement of problem is due tomorrow. bleh. is there any way to graduating without writing a thesis?
bleh.
always.....
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10:00 -- go jumpstart friend's car
10:30 -- prep for 04:00 interview
11:00 -- class
01:00 -- group meeting
02:00 -- class
03:30 -- interview with andrew kenny
04:30 -- transcribe interview
06:30 -- homework
07:30 -- dinner
08:00 -- homework
10:30 -- work.
12:30 -- homework
12:45 -- drive drunk roommates to La Conga
01:30 -- homework
03:01 -- write this
03:02 -- sleep
To get some info on the movie "The Aristocrats" go to :
The movie homepage
WARNING: Gross shit ahead!
The Aristocrats Joke..................................
A family walks into a talent agency. It's a father, mother, son, daughter and dog. The father says to the talent agent, "We have a really amazing act. You should represent us."
The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too cute."
The mother says, "Sir, if you just see our act, we know you would want to represent us."
The agent says, "OK. OK. I'll take a look."
"This is in honor of the children of Columbine."
And with that the mans naked family enter the room. The daughter is about 10, the son 14, and the mom is extremely pregnant. The dad walks out the door. The mom, daughter, and son kneel on the ground with their asses in the air, while dad waits just outside the door. As a final touch they drape knitted wool bulls-eyes across their backs.
He comes walking in wearing only a toolbelt with assorted things in it. He places his hand on his hairy piggly wiggly dick and starts to piss on his families asses while simultaneously squeezing his dick rapidly so that it intermittantly spurting hot foamy piss. He makes machine gun noises with his mouth while his family "begs for their lives."
Once he is finished, he says:
"Well kids, since we're already in the cafeteria, who wants a shitty bologne sandwich?"
Both kids excitingly sit-up with their arms waving in the air:
"I do, I do!!!" Thay scream.
dad puts his hands on his hips and says:
"Okay honey, roll over!"
She does so, here huge belly sticking straight up in the air. The dad addresses their audience:
"Time for some CPR!"
He kneels next to his wife and places his hands palm down on moms tummy and thrusts with all of his might. The mom screams in pain while the kids clap their hands, lick their lips, and yell gibberish. THE BABY SHOOTS STRAIGHT OUT OF HER BIRTH CANAL like some soap slipping out of an inmate's hand.
Son catches the baby and Daughter cuts the ambilical cord. The son hands the baby to Dad who waves it toward their audience and says:
"Hey look! It's baby NEO!" He hands the baby off to mom. the baby immediately starts to nurse as mom starts chugging Old Crow. The son pulls on the cord untill the placenta falls out and cuts the cord. He wraps it around his dick like a tourniquet. Meanwhile Dad is stuffing the placenta up mom asshole, and Daughter has a bucket with a sign on it that says "BUS DEPOT BATHROOM". Inside the bucket are all the old discarded used tampons that greyhounders had thrown away on their way through town. The Daughter is stuffing those, one by one, up her ass, saying:
"Look! I'm just like mommy!"
The Son's dick is nice and plump now and his dickveins look like they are about to burst. dad finishes stuffing his Wifes ass with placenta, pulls a bottle of mustard out of his toolbelt, sets it on the ground with the tip in his wifes ass, and steps on it, squeezing all of the dijon mustard slowly ino his wifes bleeding and stretched out butthole. The mustard gets completely empty at the same time as the daughter gets done shoving bloody tampons up her butthole. She crawls over and puts her face right next to her moms browneye, which is bloody and has the yeasty discharge from the vagina oozing down into it.
Dad takes one of those three sided rulers out of his toolbelt and proceed to start whacking his son 's plump veiny uncircumcised cock. On cue with the first wack, mom farts and out come bits of placenta covered with mustard, straight into daughter's mouth. After about a minute of this, the sons dick finally succumbs to the ruler and his dickveins explode and ejaculate blood all over daughter's ass. dad takes the Ambilical cord of his sons dick and says:
"Red just like Cherry Pie!"
That is when he starts eating the blood out his daughters ass crack, while choking her with the cord. She farts while he does this. The son starts singing "Cherry Pie" by Warrant and doing an erotic interpretive dance ass blood flows out of his foreskin and onto the floor.
The daughter says:
"I'm full now daddy, thanks for dinner!"
She stands up, walks over to her mother and pukes straight into her mouth. Dad is choking the son now. Mom after chugging Old Crow and getting puke in her mouth, pukes all over her baby drunkinly says:
"I dont want this anymore.."
She slides the baby across the linolium and it starts crying. She stands up, walks across the "stage" and steps in her sons dick blood that is on the floor. She slips in it, falls directly on her belly and shoots a fetus. It shoots out so fast that it is unclear wether it came from her yeasty cunt or her bloody butthole. It flies a few feet and bounces a few times on the floor. It comes to a halt right next to the crying baby who stops crying for a second lifts its head up for a second and says:
"Don't hurt him, he is my best friend." The baby then starts crying again.
Son is passed out now from all of the choking. The Dad picks up the fetus and hands it to his daughter. he hands her a potato masher and says:
"How about some Stem Cell Research!"
She sets the fetus on the ground and starts mashing it with the masher. When she is done with it it kind of looks like squished yams.
Dad cuts the balls off of his passed out son, makes incisions next to his nipples and shoves a testi in each nipple. "Look! you have breast implants!" he exclaims as he smacks his son in the face. This wakes the son up. he looks at his new "Boobies" and pumps his fist:
"YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!"
Now mom is passed out. Dad takes a cup and saucer out of his toolbelt and hand it to the son:
"Here make this a tea party." he says.
the son grabs the fatus matter, puts it into the cup and then hold the cup under his bruised bleeding dick. He waits untill it is filled up with blood and fetus, and hands it to Dad. Dad shakes mom awake and says:
"Here hon! I made you some tea!"
Mom says "Oh thanks hon!" she gets to her feet and takes a sip from the cup. The son says:
"Wait! Don't drink that! I have AIDS!"
Mom spits out the "tea" all over the baby, while the daughter shits in her own hand and gives everyone hitler mustaches. The whole family group hugs and laughs at the Son's dick and fake boobs while the baby cries. He points to his sister and then to his "boobs" and says:
"It looks like she needs these more than I do!"
They turn towards the agent and say:
"TA-da!"
"Holy Fuckin shit, Motherfucker." says the agent. "I need a second to absorb all of what just happened." During the deration, the son tries to shove his fruit-roll-up-thats-been-out-in-the-sun -too-long-like dick into the baby's butthole but it wont fit, and it wont stop crying. He gives up. A few seconds go by and the agent asks:
"Where is the dog you guys came in here with?"
Mom hushes the baby by breastfeeding it more.
Dad says:
"He's watching for the Cops!"
"Well I'll be damned...."says the agent ponderously.
For the longest time, the agent just sits in silence. Finally, he manages, "That's a hell of an act. What do you call it?"
And the father says, "The Aristocrats!"
Ps. Sorry Eric.
This trailer for the movie, Nightwatch just rocked my legs. Maybe coming to a town near you?
Be a comrade and cut n'paste this shit for the mother country:
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http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/nwnd/
EMO - Yes, the first one was the thing I hate the most. At least he said MTV was ruining emo, so he had some sort of standard, I guess.
Playa - According to this kid, this term was invented by Snoop Doggy Dogg on his Doggfather album.
Pussy - Apperanty this word was invented in medical books too describe wounds with puss coming out of them (That is really what she said).
Crunk - A mix between Crazy and Drunk. Apperantly invented by Conan O'Brian in 1995.
Fo' Shizzle - Again, a Snoop Dogg invention. Apperantly, It means "For Real". Here I was this whole time thinking "For Real" would be "Fo' Rizzle". Oh Well?
Cunt - Something about quince? Thats all I was listening.
Gay - No seriously, this is really interesting because back in the old days, it meant happy. Then it meant homosexual. Now it means undesirable or stupid. Isn't that interesting?
Queer - No seriously, this is really interesting because back in the old days, it meant weird or different. Then it meant a derogatory term towards gays. Now its an uplifting term towards gays. (!!!!)
Crackin' - This term originated back when flower pots used to get cracks in them and water would leak out. Then Snoop Dogg started saying it like "Is the party crackin'?" Which means: Is this party worth while to go to?
Diva - Something about godesses and opera singers.
Punk - This term was invented by Sid Vicious and his girlfriend Nancy who killed herself. And then everyone liked the Sex Pistols.
Then there was me. The teacher read off my word to the class like it was some word straight out of the Italian dictionary. I explained to everyone that most likely the word originated as slang in the vietnam war era and so on and so forth. towards the end of my presentation I started to notice blank stares on many people's faces, so I just stopped and sat down. That was when the dude that did his essay on "EMO" said:
"Yeah! Thats awesome you did that, because Fugazi is the band that started the whole EMO movement! Wow, thats so cool!"
The teacher said "Wow that IS cool!"
Then he said (to me, as the class looked on) "We should burn each other some cool stuff..."
"No I got what I need..." I say, trying to hide the fact that I might have just lost all my teath from biting so hard and that I also needed to throw my chair at him, pick up his lifeless body by his neck, and throw him out the window. Then I would jump out of the window like the FUCKING wolfman jumping out of a tree and fucking land on his body from two stories up and jump on his torso over and over again untill mung and guts were hanging out of his mouth, ears, eyes, nose, penis hole, butthole and belly button. Then I would grab the short (although not fat) EMO chick that sits in the same spot everyday wearing her ATREYU shirt and drawing anime style babies and I would shove her face in the mung and guts that were hanging out of his penis hole and I would make her SUCK HIS DEAD FLACCID DICK. She would be choking on the stringy guts and snot would be coming out of her nose and she would be puking, but still sucking it back up. Then I would shit my pants, dip my finger in it, wipe a hitler mustache one her lip, kick her in the ass so that she would fall onto the ground, and I would walk off flipping two birds to myself.
Fuck Pop Culture!
-Pussies
-Fatties
-Fuckers
-Dummies
-Posers
-Short girls with belly buttons poking into their tight t-shirts
-Skinny guys who got kicked out of the HIPPY click at school
-Girls who take self pictures of themselves crying
-Guys who cry when they see them
-Girls who like to set up make-out sessions in the rain (or lithia park)
-Guys who idolize Wes Bentley in American Beauty
-People who get mad when they "have to try", whatever that means.
-People who are FUCKING RETARDED.
-People with no skills
-People who are ugly
-People who have AIDS and WARTS
EMO HAIRCUTS!!!! Emo Love!
OR
Another link
If I was a Director and I got to pick my favorite movies, here is my top ten (i'm sure I'll be embarassed of this list later):
1. Fight Club (This has become EVERYONES favorite movie, I know, but it was mine first)
2. Boogie Nights
3. Clockwork Orange
4. They Live
5. Rashomon
6. The Third Man
7. The Professional
8. Dawn of the Dead
9. Royal Tennenbaums
10. Taxi Driver
11. Robocop
Much Luv,
SLEDG
    www.antacidaudio.com/media/jesse_nn.mov
After the trouble and the tears,
After the wraths and the wraiths depart,
Peace, nurtured by the lonely years,
Blooms like a cactus in the heart.
And pierces all--what dreams, what truth,
What hopes and joys yet dare to keep
The vigil of remembered youth,
Until they gently bleed to sleep.
--Hoffenstein
Jello Biafra w/ The Melvins - Seig Howdy:
Hot damn, this is hot shit! Im seeing them play on Nov. 4th at the Crystal Ballroom if anyone wants to go with me.
James Brown - SEX MACHINE:
I am convinced that this is one of the best albums EVER. Im not kiddin', or foolin'. This album was going to be called "Live at Home with his Bad Self", which is dudical. One of his first recordings with the JB's. This album has dubbed audience noise!
Grover Washington Jr. - Feels So Good:
Ever wonder where those samples in rap songs come from? Well, a lot of them came from this album.
Primal Scream - Vanishing Point:
This is a concept album based on the super awesome car chase flick "Vanishing Point". To be honest, I'm not really sure what I think of this album or this band yet. One of the dudes on Buddyhead's mp3 blog is always talking about Primal Scream, but I don't really get them yet (if I ever will).
Tight Bros. from Way Back When - Lend You a Hand:
Do you like Big Business? Do you like 70's rock n roll? Then check this fucking radass shit out!
The Fucking AM - GOLD:
I don't even know what to say about this album except for it is duderad. There are three songs in a row that are entitled "Electrico Gomez", "Elastico Gomez", and "Acoustico Gomez".
The Oxes - Oxes EP:
If you are looking for something to buy, buy this. The new EP by Baltimore's the Oxes is a kick in the ass. This is what I have been rockin in my headphones a lot lately. The last song is something that all the hot chicks can dance to!
Maroons - Ambush & Blackalicious - the Craft:
I have not fully absorbed these albums yet but I like them so far.
MF Doom - MM...Food?:
I Love this album, and it has some of the funniest samples I've heard in a long time.
High on Fire - Blessed Black Wings:
I can't even talk about this album, thats how awesome it is. What I can say about it, is that I've been playing the original Zelda while listening to this beast of a cd, and that is the coolest thing I've done in a long time.
Dalek - Every Album:
These guys are good.
Wolf Eyes - Burned Mind:
I love this album, and I especially love the looks on peoples faces when they can hear it on my headphones (because I listen to this shit LOUD). I think people in my POP Culture class think I'm a methhead or something.
13 + God - 13 + God:
I know I'm late on this album, but fuck you, I've been backed up lately! This is my fav when I am in the computer lab writing papers. Those anticon guys just keep getting better and better, and they were good in the first place.
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I don't know why, but in the last couple weeks i've gotten to the point where I get really pissed whenever anyone in my classes talks. Not really in my fiction class, but myPopular Culture class is filled with fucking retard shitass people and the History of Cinema people make me feel sad. I don't really know what my problem is, but I think I hate Mankind.
Some movies I've watched this week:
The Aristocrats - Kinda funny, but for how many comedians tell this joke, there isn't very much variation.
Contempt - My favorite Godard movie I've seen so far.
The Blob - This movie is so awesome. I think it is Steve Mcqueen's first movie.
The house by the Cemetary - Crap.
The Night Evelyn Got out of Her Grave - 60's British Drugged Up Hipster Horror.
Black Fist - Blaxploitation Street Fighting movie w/ a white cop named Heineken.
Velvet Smooth - This movie embodies everything about a textbook bad movie, but I still enjoyed it. My favorite part is the naked tickle/pillow fight. The guy who plays the police detective in this Blaxploitation flick makes me giggle like a chimo.
Im Bored Bye,
SLEDG
But I'm better now, thanks for asking.
This year, I had envisioned putting some distance between The Barometer (the all-mighty time-consumer) and myself, but I'm failing with that as well. It really is my only extracurricular activity at this point and honestly, I love it. It keeps my writing skills (can I call them that?) in check and gives me something to do in my idle time (which I really don't have that much of). I've been a floater columnist for the past two weeks. I wrote a single column on my car-buying experiences, but the Forum editor decided that it should be a three-part series, for some odd reason.
Part I
Part II
Part III -- should be live by tomorrow.
Other than that, things are gravy with me. I'm getting all skinny from the stress again. I swear, once I get out of school, I'm going to pack on like 150 lbs. I suppose I should just get a super stressful job. Like a bomb-defuser. Or a cannonball catcher. Or a software engineer. Who knows...
So, I've been privy to a lot of really good music. I thought I'd share a few. Here are my one-sentance reviews:
Broken Social Scene -- S/T : my parent's had Sgt. Pepper's. I have this.
American Analog Set -- Set Free : They have been playing the same song since I was 12 and I still like them.
Danger Droom -- The Mouse and the Mask : WHAT A FUCKING LET DOWN.
Death from Aboe 1979 -- You're a Woman... : What Queens of the Stone Age SHOULD have been.
I still have 20 minutes to kill before my functional programming class, but I can't think of anything else to say. Fuck it, I'm leaving.
I love you all.
Here are some good rainy day movies (you know since it is Oregon and all):
Black Cobra- Some awesome lines and kickbutt action. Fred Williamson is a badass.
Bloodsport- Better than Lionheart.
Conan the Barbarian - Seriously, have you seen this!? Make sure to also watch it with the Audio Commentary for an added bonus.
Any Zombie movie - But if you can, have it be DAY OF THE DEAD. That movie has rainy day written all over it.
Hard Boiled - Back when John Woo was good.
El Mariachi - Then read the Book, REBEL WITHOUT A CREW.
Portland Public Access - H O L Y S H I T T H A T I S FU N N Y !
Then there are the oldies but goodies:
Robocop, They Live, Raw Deal, Above the Law, and Starship Troopers.
It was during this meeting-of-the-minds-smoke-session that Dylan told The Beatles his opinion of the band. He expressed his discontent to the lyrical content of their songs. Dylan, a monolithic warrior when it came to the English language, explained that The Beatles never sang about anything other than girls. He urged them to explore their options, since they were the biggest band in the world at that point -- icons of modern culture.
The next album they put out? Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. The rest is history.
I live for chunks of knowledge like that. Two of the biggest musical monoliths, influencing each other -- wonderful.
so i was assuming that since i missed a whole month of school, some of my classes would be pretty much impossible for me to make up. therefor i was in the mindset that, while i probably wouldn't make nearly enough credits to graduate this year, i would have a nice, laid-back semester with maybe three classes. damnit all, my school's ridiculous willingness to help is getting in the way. they are going to let me get back into all my classes and are more than happy to work with me so that i can make up the lost time and not miss out on credits. so starting tomorrow it's back to school full time, with a months worth of classwork to make up, and i get to go back to the gap. lame. lame lame. i have to do real actual work this semester? shit....
my friend alison ran the portland marathon today. she finished in four hours and thirty-four minutes. she ran the whole time. i gave her a hug, congratulated her, then lit a cigarette. 26.2 miles? hell, i would've been dying after four. she rocks. i do not. i'm ok with this.
happy birthday to hoppe a day late. i miss that kid. now it's time for some grub.
always.....
That makes me feel almost as sad as when I was on the MAX this morning and a "fresh" methhead (my term for the mth heads that have obviously started a short time ago) mistook someone on the MAX for a friend of theirs that died a week ago.
Anyways make sure to read the sales pitch on the page with the breakdown of how the composite works. Especially the part about "you and your "boo"".
Also, the counter on the page starts with "187". Sorry but I couldn't resist that one.
with your lady, or with a chumb,
drink some ale or liquor,
to get crazy and dumb,
before your brain gets any sicker.
Drunk college kids often find it amusing to drink with homeless people. More at 10.
Sorry for the delay -- things have been crazy around here. But not really that crazy, I've just been too busy having a good time outside of the internet. Go figure.
But, I'm sure that's all going to end pretty soon -- my classes are going to be freaking crazy this term. I'm taking five heady Computer Science classes and I can tell that my free-time quotent is going to severely drop. suck. I'm taking: Intro to Computational Theory, Finite Automata, Artifical Intelligence, Programming Language Fundamentals, Graphics and my Senior Capstone. Holy shit.
But yeah, the first week back in classes was great. At the end of Summer, I was *so* very ready for classes to start. I had about two weeks of idle time that almost killed me. I don't do well being idle. I kept myself busy, but on the whole, I'd much rather have 5,000 things to stress about than have no stress at all. Fuck my work ethic.
The weekends have been spent in a drunken stupor. I'm really trying to relish every moment of my last year in Corvallis.
On Saturday (gameday here at OSU), I was disturbed at 3:30am by my friend Cam, who was soaking wet, drunk and knocking on my door. He asked if he could come in. I obliged. He told me that he had just experienced the most fucked up thing. I asked what it was, but he was hesitant to tell me. Finally, I got it out of him:
So he was at a Frat party, drunk as a skunk, when someone accidentally pulled the fire alarm. The fire dept. and the cops showed up, determined that there was no fire and the fire dept. dipped out, but the cops, they stuck around to ask some questions. My friend cam, who is a minor, decided to be clever. He went to his friend's room, where a bunch of people were watching "The Italian Job" on a projector. They were laying low, so that if the cops came, they could say "sorry officer, we were just watching this [crappy] movie."
Anyway, Cam pulls up a seat on a couch this dark room. After a few minutes, the girl next to him asks if he could sit on his lap. Being drunk and horny, he obliged. A few minutes go by and this girl, she starts getting all up on him. Rubbing his leg and his junk, she starts sucking on his earlobe. He's stoked at this point, it's late and he had already given up his nightly search for some tail.
The cops open the door and turn on the lights. Then, it happens. Cam realizes that the girl, who is still sucking on his ear, is a freaking midget. Cam, not being the "suave, polite" type, flips shit and stands up, nearly throwing this girl to the floor. The cops standing there, a midget lying on the floor, Cam yells "W h a t t h e f u c k" and tries to quickly exit the room. The cops stop his flight, determine that he is drunk and promptly issue him a MIP.
Fucking amazing.
If you know who DJ Shadow is, this is fucking amazing as well. Makes me feel old though.