 |
October 27, 2004
The Organ pt. II
A few words about one of my fave records of the year, The Organ's Grab That Gun. If you think the only thing the Smiths were missing was Debbie Harry, you'll probably dig this album.
October 22, 2004
Rock. Rock. Rock.
Last night I was joking with a friend of mine about wanting to make a Q101-style promo cart for my radio show: one of those over-the-top spots with the phased-out vocal effects and macho guitar and snippets of speech jump-cutting through the mix. At the core of the concept was the idea of splicing together an Elvis Costello montage -- the "radio" from "Radio, Radio" against the "zero" from "Less Than Zero." Well, it just goes to show you shouldn't underestimate the power of paraleisure. I opened my e-mail this morning to discover that these enterprising lads had realized my project. "Radio...Zero!" I wish today were Thursday so I could go play it on the air right now! Mucho thanks to Sean and Ian of the Paraleisural Uninsurance Temp Agency.
October 19, 2004
October 17, 2004
Slow Wave Rules
although I feel like this is some kind of frightening metaphor for my current project...
October 07, 2004
The Sound of Medium-Grade Drugs Laced with Romance
I like to think that my receiver lets out a sated grunt of pleasure every time I run The Ponys through it.
October 01, 2004
We should go down to the mall,
Look at people, judge them all. Judge them before they judge us and leave there feeling bad. We could start a basement band. I think you’re a genius. You deserve a Ph.D., guitar hooks caught in your hands. This happens to me when I’m bored or depressed. Grab That Gun. Here we go. Let’s go. I think I’m falling. I am not surprised. I love your baby, baby harmonies. We should put that record on, the one that has those sad, sad songs.* They sparkled like phosphorescence in the bay, although our lips barely touched. Makes you sing out loud. Here is the best part of the song. How the zenith and the sounds change in every single town. You showed me every single star. Now, I lie here in my room, and in the backseat of your car. We’ll go drive around until there’s no sound, look at the night sky, drown out humming street lights. I can’t believe the word love. That’s why. I know I’m one of the few who got away from you, Steven Smith.** No one has ever looked so dead. Most die in your bedroom. I feel alone even when you’re here. Enjoy it while you can. It’s true, I’ve got something for you. Midnight knocks. The Organ, as I was saying. If they are good and if they are right, they’ll have their rapture one of these nights. It’s going to hurt. Here we go. ~ * The only reason The Organ’s Sinking Hearts EP only made “honorable mention” on my CP 2003 best-of was that it wasn’t twice as long. ** Cf. Morrissey’s You are the Quarry. This one is everything that one wasn’t. Text derived from the lyric sheet of The Organ's Grab That Gun
|