I Want A Chapter In My Town
One of the things that makes Cat and Girl so cool is the whole concept of Hipster Scouts*.
This is their sash. It is cool. I'm drafting IGP into the Hipster Scouts so I can have a friend in them.
*I am at work and my [illegally downloaded] copy of thew Hipster Scout toon is on my computer at home. It will be posted.
In other news, Cursive tonight, Of Montreal and the Sames tomorrow night. Yip.
Also, I am grossly unprepared to move tomorrow.
Friday, March 28, 2003
Thursday, March 27, 2003
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
I said "WHAT?"
Last night, despite feeling ill, I went to a show a Go! Studios. I was supposed to meet a boy there. He didn't show up but I knew enought people there to have fun. But Go! is tiny and I forgot earplugs and, coupled with stopped-up ears from my plague, shouting "WHAT? I CAN"T HEAR YOU!" has been the order of the day.
The Show
It was started by Kill Rock Stars group The Quails from San Fransisco. They were quite good, in a girly/shouty/Sleater-Kinney way. Vocals were split between to the two girls who shouted their stuff with gusto. Umm, I didn't see the whole set (fashionably late, you see) but I liked them. I'll play them on my show. Actually, what was best about them was this: I didn't /know/ I wanted to hear something that rocked that hard, but I did. It was exactly right for what I needed.
The next act was called Hella. They were also from California, from Sacramento.They're also on Kill Rock Stars (as are, oh... Bikini Kill, Sleater-Kinney, Mary Lou Lord and Xiu Xiu). I didn't care for them. They were two guys -- guitar and drum. No lyrics, not much melody. The technique was incredible, granted, I mean these boys can play, but it was like pieces from an exercise book. There was nothing to like, really, and nothing to do but marvel at their skill. But like poor Baroque composers, that's all you noticed. No soul.
I did notice the crowd during their set. There were maybe three or four dozen people there, all decked out in IndieCool clothes. I was intrigued by the girl in the plaid skirt and cardigan in front of me. She had perfect Indie hair. There was also the boy I dubbed "Stephen Patrick Morrissey, aged 19, is alive and well and living in Ornage County." There were the very dull dykey lesbians with mullets and flannel shirts, the cute boy working the door (and I do mean Working the door), Viva (who Doesn't Know Me*), Kate, IGP's roommate and the Quiet Dude who leaned in the corner and didn't say a word. What amused me most was Jay's Rule No 3: there are no average-height Indie Kids. All the short people were in the front and the tall people (Viva most noteably) in the back, all arranged very sweetly.
The Aistlers Set was the headliners, so they went last. They rock. Hard. Two guitars, bass, keyboard (swoon) and drum kit, with glockenspiel and trumpet thrown in. Amy, one of the guitarists, played trumpet and guitar at the same time, which I thought was impressive. I once proclaimed them "Pure poppy goodness" on air and it's true, although as per their site I should thrown in "post-punk" as well. Everyone bopped; everyone danced; everyone had a good time. It was fun. They played new stuff. They played old stuff. The girls cracked each other up. At one point Jen told Amy "You're so cute tonight!" It was sweet.
(I talked to Jen in between sets, before I knew she was in the band. She was gear!)
Book of the Day: I finished Cold Fusion. They killed the Patient. I was shocked. (It's hinted she was the Doctor's wife, you see.) The destruction at the end was amazing. A whole fleet blown up.
The characterization remained great, each Doctor doing his typical thing. Doctor 5 is worried about the Patient and her TARDIS; Doctor 7 about an alternative race of Time Lords and their entire Universe. And in so doing, mucking up each other's plans. There was great tension when the Doctors met, since the Fifth is the Quintessential Nice Guy (he wears a cricketing costume, for Christ's sake) and the Seventh is an evil plotter. The ending is apropos: Forrester, the 7th Doctor's companion, decks the younger Doctor into amesia.
Anyway, it was interesting to see how the violence that surrounds the Doctor and often is ignored is highlighted with a single shot.
Dr Who of the Day: A t-shirt! At work! Like a really old one: it had the old diamong logo (pre-1979) and was distressed and perfect! On a girl! Red shirt, yellow silk screening! I asked her how she got it (gift years ago from her father) cause I SO wanted to buy it. Off her. Right then. But I didn't cause I was broke.
Le sigh.
Word of the Day: "Beraht" It's an Anglo-Saxon word that means umm, sort of 'bright and shining or notable'. It's a particles that goes to make up lots of names: Albert, Cuthbert, Dogbert, Egbert, Filbert, Gilbert, Herbert, Norbert, Robert were the ones I could up with quickly.
What's your name mean, then?
This post brought to you by: "Owls Go" by Architecture in Helsinki. An Australian band that Phil the World Traveller sent me. It's actually a bit Aislers Set-y and B&S-y. I am in love. Wanna hear? I'll be playing them soon on air, but I've got two mp3s for you, if you want.
Dude, Ask for it!
Last night, despite feeling ill, I went to a show a Go! Studios. I was supposed to meet a boy there. He didn't show up but I knew enought people there to have fun. But Go! is tiny and I forgot earplugs and, coupled with stopped-up ears from my plague, shouting "WHAT? I CAN"T HEAR YOU!" has been the order of the day.
The Show
It was started by Kill Rock Stars group The Quails from San Fransisco. They were quite good, in a girly/shouty/Sleater-Kinney way. Vocals were split between to the two girls who shouted their stuff with gusto. Umm, I didn't see the whole set (fashionably late, you see) but I liked them. I'll play them on my show. Actually, what was best about them was this: I didn't /know/ I wanted to hear something that rocked that hard, but I did. It was exactly right for what I needed.
The next act was called Hella. They were also from California, from Sacramento.They're also on Kill Rock Stars (as are, oh... Bikini Kill, Sleater-Kinney, Mary Lou Lord and Xiu Xiu). I didn't care for them. They were two guys -- guitar and drum. No lyrics, not much melody. The technique was incredible, granted, I mean these boys can play, but it was like pieces from an exercise book. There was nothing to like, really, and nothing to do but marvel at their skill. But like poor Baroque composers, that's all you noticed. No soul.
I did notice the crowd during their set. There were maybe three or four dozen people there, all decked out in IndieCool clothes. I was intrigued by the girl in the plaid skirt and cardigan in front of me. She had perfect Indie hair. There was also the boy I dubbed "Stephen Patrick Morrissey, aged 19, is alive and well and living in Ornage County." There were the very dull dykey lesbians with mullets and flannel shirts, the cute boy working the door (and I do mean Working the door), Viva (who Doesn't Know Me*), Kate, IGP's roommate and the Quiet Dude who leaned in the corner and didn't say a word. What amused me most was Jay's Rule No 3: there are no average-height Indie Kids. All the short people were in the front and the tall people (Viva most noteably) in the back, all arranged very sweetly.
The Aistlers Set was the headliners, so they went last. They rock. Hard. Two guitars, bass, keyboard (swoon) and drum kit, with glockenspiel and trumpet thrown in. Amy, one of the guitarists, played trumpet and guitar at the same time, which I thought was impressive. I once proclaimed them "Pure poppy goodness" on air and it's true, although as per their site I should thrown in "post-punk" as well. Everyone bopped; everyone danced; everyone had a good time. It was fun. They played new stuff. They played old stuff. The girls cracked each other up. At one point Jen told Amy "You're so cute tonight!" It was sweet.
(I talked to Jen in between sets, before I knew she was in the band. She was gear!)
Book of the Day: I finished Cold Fusion. They killed the Patient. I was shocked. (It's hinted she was the Doctor's wife, you see.) The destruction at the end was amazing. A whole fleet blown up.
The characterization remained great, each Doctor doing his typical thing. Doctor 5 is worried about the Patient and her TARDIS; Doctor 7 about an alternative race of Time Lords and their entire Universe. And in so doing, mucking up each other's plans. There was great tension when the Doctors met, since the Fifth is the Quintessential Nice Guy (he wears a cricketing costume, for Christ's sake) and the Seventh is an evil plotter. The ending is apropos: Forrester, the 7th Doctor's companion, decks the younger Doctor into amesia.
Anyway, it was interesting to see how the violence that surrounds the Doctor and often is ignored is highlighted with a single shot.
Dr Who of the Day: A t-shirt! At work! Like a really old one: it had the old diamong logo (pre-1979) and was distressed and perfect! On a girl! Red shirt, yellow silk screening! I asked her how she got it (gift years ago from her father) cause I SO wanted to buy it. Off her. Right then. But I didn't cause I was broke.
Le sigh.
Word of the Day: "Beraht" It's an Anglo-Saxon word that means umm, sort of 'bright and shining or notable'. It's a particles that goes to make up lots of names: Albert, Cuthbert, Dogbert, Egbert, Filbert, Gilbert, Herbert, Norbert, Robert were the ones I could up with quickly.
What's your name mean, then?
This post brought to you by: "Owls Go" by Architecture in Helsinki. An Australian band that Phil the World Traveller sent me. It's actually a bit Aislers Set-y and B&S-y. I am in love. Wanna hear? I'll be playing them soon on air, but I've got two mp3s for you, if you want.
Dude, Ask for it!
Monday, March 24, 2003
I'm Sick Dammit!
Or, no jaunty headlines here
Euch.
I'm sick. I haven't slept properly in two nights. I'm all achey and tired and bitchy. And every time I cough, it feels like my head is going to explode. I turn into a baby when I'm sick. I really want somebody to take care of me, bring me soup and powerful cold medicines. Or least just to cuddle a bit with.
New Links
Patrick left a comment the other day. I think it was his subtle attempt at saying "Hey! Go look at my site!" I'll save him the trouble: Hey! Go and look at his site!
You really should. He's a photographer with some really nice work on his site.Well, as much as I know about photography, I think so. It's like dance or painting or any other art I can't do: I admire it to distraction, but can't comment terribly well. Also, his domain name is from a great Belle and Sebastian EP 3... 6... 9.. Seconds of Light (It has my favourite line in B&S, from "Put the Book Back on the Shelf" -- "Sebastian, you're in a mess, you had a dream they called you the King of all the Hipsters. Is it true or are you still the queen?"* -- AND the song "La Pastie de le Bourgeosie"). He also has the ending .tk, the first I've seen. Very cool.
New blogs: Ulla's, Feather Boa's and Damon's.
Ulla does pictures for her posts. They're entrancing (the Pocketbook Angel is one of hers as is the image of Llew at her site). They have an initial simplicity that gives away to a really remarkable complexity. It's something in the shading, I think, and how the line drawings engage the memory. Pretentious sounding, I know, but I think the simplicity here is similar to some line drawings in modern art (Think Pollack or Giacometti).
Feather Boa is a York Sinister girl. She asked me questions about Theatre. This means I love her. Also, the first time I saw a Weather Pixies was on her site. I also am given to understand she's /very/ hot**.
Damon is a local boy who literally lives down the street. He's very political and has a lot of links to different news sources and does a lot of thinking about the war. He eats a lot of cheese.
A Few Random Links
I've been meaning to post this for several weeks:
The history of a madman. This is a site that shows how an artist fell into schizophrenia. It has portraits he did of his cat as his disease progressed. I don't know what it means, but the last ones I find absolutely mesmerizing.
The Lord's Prayer in Ebonics , in Klingon and Elvish.
Also, in languages I'd like to know: Provencal, Romantsch, Frisian
and Gothic.
Engrish: what more do I need to say?
Book of the Day: Cold Fusion. A Dr Who book. I stopped reading Thus Was Adonis Murdered half way through because I was filled with the desire to read this book. I don't know why. It's good though: the 5th Doctor meets the 7th. Written by Lance Parkin, so you know it's good. The characterization is spot on, and the plot is complex and believable. It makes the best of the novel form by having things the TV series could never do, like fleets of Adjudicator ships (space police of the future) and an ice planet setting. That works very well. Everything there is frigid and that comes across.And then there's the Patient (geddit: Doctor and his Patient?), and interesting relationship that is very fuzzily defined.
Word of the day: Fucknozzles. A Will Porter-ism, I admit, but the single most satisfying curse I;ve heard in a while. It's fulfilling just to say: lots of consonants and enough syllables to get really invested in saying it.Say it over and feel the release! I may name my first child "Fucknozzle".
Reason Laura Llew rocks: The Cat Mask. Oh yeah. Vinyl and Llew = a match made in heaven.
This post brought to you by: The Aislers Set. They play here tomorrow night. Duncan Sheik plays Wednesday. WXYC 80s party Saturday night. Oh yeah.
Exterminez-Vous! Exterminez-Vous!
So, I downloaded this hysterical bit from Kazaa. It's a comedian (Billy Bragg, maybe?) talkign about Doctor Who. The first half is him describing with his keyboard an old episode, and how one man did all the sounds and music, amd how terrifying it was for a little kid back in the day. Now, this is funny stuff and very clever -- it's accurate, which is the best stuff.
But then! He says, "But when I listen to it now... It sounds like 60s Belgian Jazz." Then he does a version of the theme song in this grand 60s Sergio Mendes/Serge Gainsbourg manner with this HYSTERICAL voice over! "C'est lui... en la nuit... Docteur... Qui! Il voyage en la TARDIS, le boit de phone... L'enemie s'appelle Davros! Il est demi-dalek et demi-homme! Fantastique! Il veux controller le monde! Controller le monde! Toujours controller le monde! Aupres petit dejeuner controller le monde! Mais... il n'est pas realistique!"
Man, just ask and I'd love to send it to you!
Also, I move on Saturday. Yay!
*There's a story, all right. Yes indeed. But later. Another post.
**Source wishes to remain anonymous
Or, no jaunty headlines here
Euch.
I'm sick. I haven't slept properly in two nights. I'm all achey and tired and bitchy. And every time I cough, it feels like my head is going to explode. I turn into a baby when I'm sick. I really want somebody to take care of me, bring me soup and powerful cold medicines. Or least just to cuddle a bit with.
New Links
Patrick left a comment the other day. I think it was his subtle attempt at saying "Hey! Go look at my site!" I'll save him the trouble: Hey! Go and look at his site!
You really should. He's a photographer with some really nice work on his site.Well, as much as I know about photography, I think so. It's like dance or painting or any other art I can't do: I admire it to distraction, but can't comment terribly well. Also, his domain name is from a great Belle and Sebastian EP 3... 6... 9.. Seconds of Light (It has my favourite line in B&S, from "Put the Book Back on the Shelf" -- "Sebastian, you're in a mess, you had a dream they called you the King of all the Hipsters. Is it true or are you still the queen?"* -- AND the song "La Pastie de le Bourgeosie"). He also has the ending .tk, the first I've seen. Very cool.
New blogs: Ulla's, Feather Boa's and Damon's.
Ulla does pictures for her posts. They're entrancing (the Pocketbook Angel is one of hers as is the image of Llew at her site). They have an initial simplicity that gives away to a really remarkable complexity. It's something in the shading, I think, and how the line drawings engage the memory. Pretentious sounding, I know, but I think the simplicity here is similar to some line drawings in modern art (Think Pollack or Giacometti).
Feather Boa is a York Sinister girl. She asked me questions about Theatre. This means I love her. Also, the first time I saw a Weather Pixies was on her site. I also am given to understand she's /very/ hot**.
Damon is a local boy who literally lives down the street. He's very political and has a lot of links to different news sources and does a lot of thinking about the war. He eats a lot of cheese.
A Few Random Links
I've been meaning to post this for several weeks:
The history of a madman. This is a site that shows how an artist fell into schizophrenia. It has portraits he did of his cat as his disease progressed. I don't know what it means, but the last ones I find absolutely mesmerizing.
The Lord's Prayer in Ebonics , in Klingon and Elvish.
Also, in languages I'd like to know: Provencal, Romantsch, Frisian
and Gothic.
Engrish: what more do I need to say?
Book of the Day: Cold Fusion. A Dr Who book. I stopped reading Thus Was Adonis Murdered half way through because I was filled with the desire to read this book. I don't know why. It's good though: the 5th Doctor meets the 7th. Written by Lance Parkin, so you know it's good. The characterization is spot on, and the plot is complex and believable. It makes the best of the novel form by having things the TV series could never do, like fleets of Adjudicator ships (space police of the future) and an ice planet setting. That works very well. Everything there is frigid and that comes across.And then there's the Patient (geddit: Doctor and his Patient?), and interesting relationship that is very fuzzily defined.
Word of the day: Fucknozzles. A Will Porter-ism, I admit, but the single most satisfying curse I;ve heard in a while. It's fulfilling just to say: lots of consonants and enough syllables to get really invested in saying it.Say it over and feel the release! I may name my first child "Fucknozzle".
Reason Laura Llew rocks: The Cat Mask. Oh yeah. Vinyl and Llew = a match made in heaven.
This post brought to you by: The Aislers Set. They play here tomorrow night. Duncan Sheik plays Wednesday. WXYC 80s party Saturday night. Oh yeah.
Exterminez-Vous! Exterminez-Vous!
So, I downloaded this hysterical bit from Kazaa. It's a comedian (Billy Bragg, maybe?) talkign about Doctor Who. The first half is him describing with his keyboard an old episode, and how one man did all the sounds and music, amd how terrifying it was for a little kid back in the day. Now, this is funny stuff and very clever -- it's accurate, which is the best stuff.
But then! He says, "But when I listen to it now... It sounds like 60s Belgian Jazz." Then he does a version of the theme song in this grand 60s Sergio Mendes/Serge Gainsbourg manner with this HYSTERICAL voice over! "C'est lui... en la nuit... Docteur... Qui! Il voyage en la TARDIS, le boit de phone... L'enemie s'appelle Davros! Il est demi-dalek et demi-homme! Fantastique! Il veux controller le monde! Controller le monde! Toujours controller le monde! Aupres petit dejeuner controller le monde! Mais... il n'est pas realistique!"
Man, just ask and I'd love to send it to you!
Also, I move on Saturday. Yay!
*There's a story, all right. Yes indeed. But later. Another post.
**Source wishes to remain anonymous
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