Wander Logic
Monday, June 12, 2006
who would want to be such an asshole?
not issac brock
ive just begun and already i digress
here're the dears. theirs is an album that im anticipating as much, maybe moreso, as any that remains to be released this year. a leak today would be so fucking perfect. but with my luck lately we wont behearing this til its actually *GASP* available for purchase.
with my mood any description would fail miserably, so...
End of a Hollywood Bedtime Story (2000)
Heartless Romantic
There is No Such Thing as Love
Orchestral Pop Noir Romantique (2004)
Heathrow or Deathrow
No Return
Protest (2004)
Heaven Have Mercy On Us
No Hope Before Destruction
No Cities Left (2004)
Lost In The Plot
Never Destroy Us
and their Black Sessions...
Session no.226 Recorded live at studio105 February 21, 2005,Paris,France
EDIT***************************
i'm an idiot. the only reason i decided to post the dears today was to share thesong i ripped from their myspace
Fear Made the World Go Round
it fantastic and is why im so stoked for the album, to be titled Gang of Losers.
what can i say. im distracted
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this shit is fucking ridiculous. im not sure its possible to be more irresponsible and immature.
of course i was on the fence before it actually involved me. because i am indeed, an asshole.
ive never been as angry with anyone
ever
outside of myself anyway
not issac brock
ive just begun and already i digress
here're the dears. theirs is an album that im anticipating as much, maybe moreso, as any that remains to be released this year. a leak today would be so fucking perfect. but with my luck lately we wont behearing this til its actually *GASP* available for purchase.
with my mood any description would fail miserably, so...
End of a Hollywood Bedtime Story (2000)
Heartless Romantic
There is No Such Thing as Love
Orchestral Pop Noir Romantique (2004)
Heathrow or Deathrow
No Return
Protest (2004)
Heaven Have Mercy On Us
No Hope Before Destruction
No Cities Left (2004)
Lost In The Plot
Never Destroy Us
and their Black Sessions...
Session no.226 Recorded live at studio105 February 21, 2005,Paris,France
EDIT***************************
i'm an idiot. the only reason i decided to post the dears today was to share thesong i ripped from their myspace
Fear Made the World Go Round
it fantastic and is why im so stoked for the album, to be titled Gang of Losers.
what can i say. im distracted
*******************************
this shit is fucking ridiculous. im not sure its possible to be more irresponsible and immature.
of course i was on the fence before it actually involved me. because i am indeed, an asshole.
ive never been as angry with anyone
ever
outside of myself anyway
Sunday, June 11, 2006
couple things of note....
I neglected to mention a couple things
1. I've got to thank Carter over at ufck for the MMJ Letterman capture.
2. I was informed a few hours after making Wednesday's entry that the actual reason for Jon Brion not making his usual Friday night appearances at Largo is nowhere near as sunny as he being in the studio as i'd assumed. Id made that assumption based on hearing months ago thatd hed be off to Abbey Road to record his next solo album but it seems he has been suffering from some pretty severe tendonitis in his right wrist.
we can only hope he recovers as fully as possible, and soon
according to the myspace page dedicated to tracking his progress, JB is making good use of his time off. As if there was any doubt...
1. I've got to thank Carter over at ufck for the MMJ Letterman capture.
2. I was informed a few hours after making Wednesday's entry that the actual reason for Jon Brion not making his usual Friday night appearances at Largo is nowhere near as sunny as he being in the studio as i'd assumed. Id made that assumption based on hearing months ago thatd hed be off to Abbey Road to record his next solo album but it seems he has been suffering from some pretty severe tendonitis in his right wrist.
we can only hope he recovers as fully as possible, and soon
according to the myspace page dedicated to tracking his progress, JB is making good use of his time off. As if there was any doubt...
Saturday, June 10, 2006
this might be what a heart attack feels like
I began uploading the Garza last night but then went back to sleep for a really long time.
anyway
Davíd Garza is one of the most underrated "singer-songwriters" of the last ten or so years. Quotes are neccesary because dude fucking rocks but has a way with words that demands acknowledgment. "rocker-songwriter" maybe? I found him when he had his first major label shot in 1998, releasing This Euphoria on Atlantic and getting just enough MTV2 love to enter the conscience of music lovers but not quite enough to enter their music collections. That album was one of the best of my high school years, no matter how few people have actually ever heard it. He turned things up a notch on the 2001 follow-up Overdub, but still failed to move many units.
So he's back to being ridiculously well-respected by his peers while his talents languish in the discount bin. Fiona Apple has brought him along on her last few tours and someone picked one of his tracks in their top five for Rolling Stone. I forget who and which, i think it was someone from pearl jam and the song foul jasmine .
anyway
check him out...
Eyes Wide Open (1991)
Now You Can Open Your Eyes
Lockjaw
Blind Hips In Motion (1995)
Basillica
Sigh by Sigh
Four Track Manifesto (1998)
The Perfect Tear
Too Much
This Euphoria (1998)
Lost
Baptiste
Kingdom Come And Go (1999)
Compassion
We On Fire
Overdub (2001)
Keep On Crying
Alone
Underdub (2001)
bloodsuckers
Soul Custody
Alarm (2002)
Cholo
Foul Jasmine
hes got a ton more shit than this floating around but some of it is hard to track down. its why i didnt bother with coverart
he went on KCRW to promote Overdub...
Morning Becomes Eclectic 08/19/2001
my chest hurts. all tightened up and shit
i need to get out of here. sooner than later. a year is not soon enough
i think i can finish this one song now. the one i was furthest along with before i kind of put it away when i decided i didnt want to be upset about these things anymore. but fuck that i feel so much more justified in my sentiments after this conversation today. and its coming so much easier (relative to it not coming at all) than when i was questioning whether or not i was right to be so angry
look at that. im even too sensitive to write songs LOLZ!
i care too much. thats what it is.
but fuck that
i cant do this alone
and i definitely am now
anyway
Davíd Garza is one of the most underrated "singer-songwriters" of the last ten or so years. Quotes are neccesary because dude fucking rocks but has a way with words that demands acknowledgment. "rocker-songwriter" maybe? I found him when he had his first major label shot in 1998, releasing This Euphoria on Atlantic and getting just enough MTV2 love to enter the conscience of music lovers but not quite enough to enter their music collections. That album was one of the best of my high school years, no matter how few people have actually ever heard it. He turned things up a notch on the 2001 follow-up Overdub, but still failed to move many units.
So he's back to being ridiculously well-respected by his peers while his talents languish in the discount bin. Fiona Apple has brought him along on her last few tours and someone picked one of his tracks in their top five for Rolling Stone. I forget who and which, i think it was someone from pearl jam and the song foul jasmine .
anyway
check him out...
Eyes Wide Open (1991)
Now You Can Open Your Eyes
Lockjaw
Blind Hips In Motion (1995)
Basillica
Sigh by Sigh
Four Track Manifesto (1998)
The Perfect Tear
Too Much
This Euphoria (1998)
Lost
Baptiste
Kingdom Come And Go (1999)
Compassion
We On Fire
Overdub (2001)
Keep On Crying
Alone
Underdub (2001)
bloodsuckers
Soul Custody
Alarm (2002)
Cholo
Foul Jasmine
hes got a ton more shit than this floating around but some of it is hard to track down. its why i didnt bother with coverart
he went on KCRW to promote Overdub...
Morning Becomes Eclectic 08/19/2001
my chest hurts. all tightened up and shit
i need to get out of here. sooner than later. a year is not soon enough
i think i can finish this one song now. the one i was furthest along with before i kind of put it away when i decided i didnt want to be upset about these things anymore. but fuck that i feel so much more justified in my sentiments after this conversation today. and its coming so much easier (relative to it not coming at all) than when i was questioning whether or not i was right to be so angry
look at that. im even too sensitive to write songs LOLZ!
i care too much. thats what it is.
but fuck that
i cant do this alone
and i definitely am now
Friday, June 09, 2006
Jeremy Piven has a nice ass
Last night the Entourage boys made the late night rounds to promote the new season which starts Sunday. Ari, Drama and Turtle were on Letterman, Conan and Carson respectively. Kevin Dillon was fantastic. The calf fondling would have made my evening if My Morning Jacket's performance with the Boston Pops on Letterman hadnt already done so.
SO even though Id planned on some Dahveeed Garza, hes been bumped by MMJ, much like Piven from Letterman all those years ago, according to that interview. Hopefully he doesnt take it personally and drink too much sake.
I think I've told my MMJ story but im not sure, and again, too lazy to check. They opened for Ben Kweller the three times i saw him in 2002 and were fantastic. The timing was perfect as i was just moving from my "everything but country phase" into my "wow country is actually some of my favorite shit. MUSIC IS AWESOME!" phase, spurred on by my discovery of Ryan Adams et al...
These cats are making much more authentic country music than any of the jackbags you'll see on CMT, though moving nearer just straight rock with each release. Toby Keith aint got shit on Jim James.
It was fantastic to see them in suits and shit looking all polished, well aside from the hair. I remember in '02 James wore the same damn jeans the entire tour. Keepin it real...
My Morning Jacket w/ the Boston Pops - Gideon - Late Show w/ David Letterman 6/8/06
The Tennesee Fire (1999)
Heartbreakin Man
Butch Cassidy
At Dawn (2001)
Lowdown
Just Because I Do
Phone Went West
It Still Moves (2003)
I Will Sing You Songs
Just One Thing
Z (2005)
Gideon
Lay Low
I just finished reading Nick Hornby's High Fidelity, finally. Not that it was a long read but that I've intended to read it for ages and only just picked it up last weekend. It was fantastic. Even if you didnt enjoy the movie (which would flabbergast me), I'd reccomend it. I was in tears throughout the last few chapters. I was nearly there anyhow for reasons unrelated but Rob's revelations at the end there killed me. I relate entirely too much.
thats always been my trouble
that and the fact that i never do anything right.
Two situations, mostly incomparable except for the similairty in outcome, that i handled nearly opposite each other, and i got them both wrong anyway. and im not even quite sure the fuck i did wrong this time but it must have been something i guess because my phone never rings anymore.
and there go the waterworks again. i think im going to throw up
i dunno. its hilarious because in less than forty-eight hours i went from talking about how i feel so good now and like i might actually be stable for once to spending an entire day in bed soaking my pillow.
I deal far too often in extremes
kind of like how im trying to evaluate things and all ive come up with are these two lists. one with everything ive done wrong in my entire life and one with everything, no matter how insignificant, ive done right
one of these needs multiple pages
and one of thses lists is empty save for an underlined title
im going back to bed now.
SO even though Id planned on some Dahveeed Garza, hes been bumped by MMJ, much like Piven from Letterman all those years ago, according to that interview. Hopefully he doesnt take it personally and drink too much sake.
I think I've told my MMJ story but im not sure, and again, too lazy to check. They opened for Ben Kweller the three times i saw him in 2002 and were fantastic. The timing was perfect as i was just moving from my "everything but country phase" into my "wow country is actually some of my favorite shit. MUSIC IS AWESOME!" phase, spurred on by my discovery of Ryan Adams et al...
These cats are making much more authentic country music than any of the jackbags you'll see on CMT, though moving nearer just straight rock with each release. Toby Keith aint got shit on Jim James.
It was fantastic to see them in suits and shit looking all polished, well aside from the hair. I remember in '02 James wore the same damn jeans the entire tour. Keepin it real...
My Morning Jacket w/ the Boston Pops - Gideon - Late Show w/ David Letterman 6/8/06
The Tennesee Fire (1999)
Heartbreakin Man
Butch Cassidy
At Dawn (2001)
Lowdown
Just Because I Do
Phone Went West
It Still Moves (2003)
I Will Sing You Songs
Just One Thing
Z (2005)
Gideon
Lay Low
I just finished reading Nick Hornby's High Fidelity, finally. Not that it was a long read but that I've intended to read it for ages and only just picked it up last weekend. It was fantastic. Even if you didnt enjoy the movie (which would flabbergast me), I'd reccomend it. I was in tears throughout the last few chapters. I was nearly there anyhow for reasons unrelated but Rob's revelations at the end there killed me. I relate entirely too much.
thats always been my trouble
that and the fact that i never do anything right.
Two situations, mostly incomparable except for the similairty in outcome, that i handled nearly opposite each other, and i got them both wrong anyway. and im not even quite sure the fuck i did wrong this time but it must have been something i guess because my phone never rings anymore.
and there go the waterworks again. i think im going to throw up
i dunno. its hilarious because in less than forty-eight hours i went from talking about how i feel so good now and like i might actually be stable for once to spending an entire day in bed soaking my pillow.
I deal far too often in extremes
kind of like how im trying to evaluate things and all ive come up with are these two lists. one with everything ive done wrong in my entire life and one with everything, no matter how insignificant, ive done right
one of these needs multiple pages
and one of thses lists is empty save for an underlined title
im going back to bed now.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
babe you bring my smile on like no other
blogger must have something against me. crashing my firefox going down for maintenance when i finally come to post
i totally understand
Went out for Nikka Costa at Largo last night. I put it that way because the most notable thing about it is probably that I left the house, I realized how much i fucking need live music to survive. It was a fucking shot in the arm like nothing else could have been. Id gladly give up the cigarettes if someone promised to feed this addiction with some regularity. I hadnt been to a proper concert since midway through last September. Seriously tragic.
Nikka was awesome too, but I still would rather be going on Friday for Daaaahveeeeeeed Garza and Colin Hay. Shes about five months pregnant and still the funkiest bitch around. You could tell she was holding enough soul for two. She pulled out some covers (though if you're a fan of hers you know she does the same damn set for every "tour") A couple old ones that I'd never heard live from her a tune off the Color Purple ost , "Miss Celie's Blues" and Nina Simone's "I'm Gonna Leave You". Also a couple others that shes just thrown in for this run of shows, John Lennon's "Jealous Guy" and The White Stripes "Denial Twist". They were alright. Id been told they were coming and kind of expected more. I guess I can't fault the pregnant lady.
Speaking of Jack White...Paste magazine featured a list of their 100 greatest living songwriters in this months issue. It was decent (not great) for the first fifty. It got pretty ridiculous from there on. White was 59, i dont count him among the ridiculousness, hes pretty kickass (but 59?). They threw in a lot of trendy picks in the latter half, clearly pandering to their readership. Even considering something like this is kind of absurd, but they gotta fill pages i guess.I dont think I've ever posted anything from Nikka here and im too lazy to check so here goes.
Butterfly Rocket (1996)
Get Off of my Sunshine
Come Clean
Grab Hold
Everybody Got Their Something (2001)
Some Kind Of Beautiful
Hope It Felt Good
Can'tNeverDidNothin' (2005)
Funkier Than A Mosquitos Tweeter
On &On <---- you must have sex with this song on. MUST! at least once
gimme some mo...
When My Man Cries
Miss Celie's Blues
I'm Gonna Leave You
After seeing every one of Nikkas shows that was within driving distance for a few months I went on something of a hiatus. Not so much by choice. I actually stopped listening to her completely. Im a sensitive little twit. I went out for a smoke before the show started and ran into her guitarist, Josh Lopez. We talked mostly about his difficulty in picking up ass but also about my long absence
JLo: Hey we haven't see you in a while!
me: yeah i missed you guys i havent been able to come
JLo: You havent been able to come? what do you have a baby or something
me: NO! just stuff...
stuff was there last night. I was under the impression she wouldnt be. i was under the impression the only reason i was invited to attend was that she wouldnt be. oh well
heres to not so pleasant surprises.
at least i didnt throw up this time
Nikka will be at Largo again next Tuesday. and then a couple dates supporting Van Hunt, whose album is getting much better reviews than i expected. I thought maybe id missed something the first few listens so i gave it another shot.
I hadnt.
I'm going to have to post some garza and hay so you all understand why im so sad about missing them. Theyre in residency, taking over Jon Brion's usual friday nights while hes off being a genius.
I've just caught up on the last couple months Bishop Allen EPs. ive been somewhat dissapointed so far this year. heres my favorite track from them just for kicks, off of charm school
Things are what you make of them
and for laughs
i redid this sober. it may actually be a little better though im still pretty congested. the composer and i are quibbling over the vocal melody right now (also my ill-advised ornamentation but hes right about that). i prefer my way damn it. i did completely fuck the bridge though
Walls
and lolz of all lolz heres my nina simone cover. i think i dislike it more and more each time i play it. i also fuck it up worse each time i play it. i actually made up that wonderfully fucked chord sequence on my own. its the first time ive covered a song i couldnt find a tab for not much of an accomplishment considering
Be My Husband
im going to throw my guitar out the window
the world will be a better place for it
wars will end tears will cease to fall
i totally understand
Went out for Nikka Costa at Largo last night. I put it that way because the most notable thing about it is probably that I left the house, I realized how much i fucking need live music to survive. It was a fucking shot in the arm like nothing else could have been. Id gladly give up the cigarettes if someone promised to feed this addiction with some regularity. I hadnt been to a proper concert since midway through last September. Seriously tragic.
Nikka was awesome too, but I still would rather be going on Friday for Daaaahveeeeeeed Garza and Colin Hay. Shes about five months pregnant and still the funkiest bitch around. You could tell she was holding enough soul for two. She pulled out some covers (though if you're a fan of hers you know she does the same damn set for every "tour") A couple old ones that I'd never heard live from her a tune off the Color Purple ost , "Miss Celie's Blues" and Nina Simone's "I'm Gonna Leave You". Also a couple others that shes just thrown in for this run of shows, John Lennon's "Jealous Guy" and The White Stripes "Denial Twist". They were alright. Id been told they were coming and kind of expected more. I guess I can't fault the pregnant lady.
Speaking of Jack White...Paste magazine featured a list of their 100 greatest living songwriters in this months issue. It was decent (not great) for the first fifty. It got pretty ridiculous from there on. White was 59, i dont count him among the ridiculousness, hes pretty kickass (but 59?). They threw in a lot of trendy picks in the latter half, clearly pandering to their readership. Even considering something like this is kind of absurd, but they gotta fill pages i guess.I dont think I've ever posted anything from Nikka here and im too lazy to check so here goes.
Butterfly Rocket (1996)
Get Off of my Sunshine
Come Clean
Grab Hold
Everybody Got Their Something (2001)
Some Kind Of Beautiful
Hope It Felt Good
Can'tNeverDidNothin' (2005)
Funkier Than A Mosquitos Tweeter
On &On <---- you must have sex with this song on. MUST! at least once
gimme some mo...
When My Man Cries
Miss Celie's Blues
I'm Gonna Leave You
After seeing every one of Nikkas shows that was within driving distance for a few months I went on something of a hiatus. Not so much by choice. I actually stopped listening to her completely. Im a sensitive little twit. I went out for a smoke before the show started and ran into her guitarist, Josh Lopez. We talked mostly about his difficulty in picking up ass but also about my long absence
JLo: Hey we haven't see you in a while!
me: yeah i missed you guys i havent been able to come
JLo: You havent been able to come? what do you have a baby or something
me: NO! just stuff...
stuff was there last night. I was under the impression she wouldnt be. i was under the impression the only reason i was invited to attend was that she wouldnt be. oh well
heres to not so pleasant surprises.
at least i didnt throw up this time
Nikka will be at Largo again next Tuesday. and then a couple dates supporting Van Hunt, whose album is getting much better reviews than i expected. I thought maybe id missed something the first few listens so i gave it another shot.
I hadnt.
I'm going to have to post some garza and hay so you all understand why im so sad about missing them. Theyre in residency, taking over Jon Brion's usual friday nights while hes off being a genius.
I've just caught up on the last couple months Bishop Allen EPs. ive been somewhat dissapointed so far this year. heres my favorite track from them just for kicks, off of charm school
Things are what you make of them
and for laughs
i redid this sober. it may actually be a little better though im still pretty congested. the composer and i are quibbling over the vocal melody right now (also my ill-advised ornamentation but hes right about that). i prefer my way damn it. i did completely fuck the bridge though
Walls
and lolz of all lolz heres my nina simone cover. i think i dislike it more and more each time i play it. i also fuck it up worse each time i play it. i actually made up that wonderfully fucked chord sequence on my own. its the first time ive covered a song i couldnt find a tab for not much of an accomplishment considering
Be My Husband
im going to throw my guitar out the window
the world will be a better place for it
wars will end tears will cease to fall
Monday, June 05, 2006
hey....fuck you
I prepared (uploaded the shit i mean) this entry about three weeks ago. I'd just watched the Grey's finale in which a couple of utterly fantastic tunes were played (as though this were something out of the ordinary for GA). Things have kept me from completing the addition. The first two attempts it was fucking firefox crashing. It seems it only ever does that when I'm doing this. Wtf mates?
I experienced my first true case of downloaders remorse when i spied for the first time, a copy of Amos Lees album for sale. It was at starbucks. I was picking up my usual SoyVentiiIcedChaieasyontheice on the way to somewhere other than class and it was sitting in the little album display on the counter. Id been enjoying it for months prior but had never once seen the cover, or dude's face. Something in Amos's eyes makes his voice all the sweeter. The barista was hot. I told him all about this epiphany I was having and, I think, convinced him to tuck a copy of the album beneath his apron. Because this is a fantastic record but, also because I would have thought him hotter with a bulge beneath his apron.
Since that day Ive made a point of seeking out artwork for every album i have. thank you tag and rename
Lee is a philly born soul/jazz man who is ridiculously underappreciated. Hes on fuckign Blue Note for chrissakes kids! I suppose that could provide an excuse for the many who write him off as a male norah jones rip off. Personally, I adore him.
This record is perfect for a(many) melancholy night(s) spent sipping whiskey alone. I tried sipping whiskey straight this weekend. It didnt go so well. mixed or shot is the way to go
Amos Lee - Amos Lee
Arms of a Women
Colors
Snow Patrol are responsible for some of the better music that is getting top 40 radio play now a days. at least thats what im told. I dont listen to much radio.
These guys have mastered the catchy as hell pop/rock track. Their 4th album, Eyes Open, is not quite on par with their breakout smash Final Straw, but its no let down either. The Scottish quartet have more or less picked up where they left off and delivered six fantastic tracks of anthemic riffy sing along etc etc rock. The only problem is it gets a little boring in the second half. yeah. It would probably contend for my release of the year so far (or top 10 anyway) if it were scaled back to an EP. But it seems it was in fact their intention to "make this go on forever".
ah well. its still an excellent album. DOWNLOADERS UNITE
Snow Patrol - Eyes Open
You're All I Have
Chasing Cars
I was on a huge mraz kick the week i intended to post this. I was just thinking about how i first realized i really enjoyed singing whilst wailing along to this cd. im not sure whether to thank the guy or leave him drunken angry frustrated voicemails
i left off the love is real cover on purpose
i dont like it
Jason Mraz - On Love, In Sadness..the EminorEpinF
You Make Me High
On Love, In Sadness
Dead End
Galaxy
The Darkest Space
the reasons for the frustration are two fold
i dont particularly enjoy the fact that i enjoy singing. it is, in fact, incredibly maddening
and also, the shit J's doing now pales in comparison to this. it is, in fact, shit
to illustrate (or auralate? heh) the exasperation in regards to the former...
heres a little ditty my new best friend Cole wrote for me
i received it (via messageboard pm lolz!)and fifteen minutes later recorded it drunk i havent really had a chance to redo it because ive been sick, and drunk. The sickness has actually gotten worse each day this week to the point where now i cant even try to sing, my throats so sore. It started out as just a wooziness SOB!
Walls
The other reason i've not bothered to update this piece is that ive been overly occupied with planning my future the last three weeks. i dont really remember what brought it on, but I've come to the conclusion that i did actually know exactly(well generally) what i want to do when i grow up when i was seventeen. and so ive spent days and days asking some people to tell me this idea i have, for once, isnt some whacked out pipe dream. apparently its the opinion of a lot of people who oughta know that i tend to sell myself short
weeeeeee
maybe i shouldnt say exactly what ive got in the works seeing as the only person ive mentioned any part of it to is one i only decided i was actively talking to again this past weekend, but its all going to be a hell of a good time
I figure, should things not work out, ill have a BA and can just off and take a CSET exam or three
holla at some contigency planning
should i subtract the apathy from the title? too early to say
Since I cant sing I decided to proposition some drum lessons from the seven-year-old terror next door. I spent a couple hours today trying to get my appendages to work independently, in rhythm. Complete and utter failure. But fuck it was a good time. baddumdudmdudmdudmpidhpidhpidhdpiddsssssssssh
onomatopoeia!
Kids got some wicked hair. its a 12 on the 1-10 scale of rock
and his names Liam
MAD FER IT
I experienced my first true case of downloaders remorse when i spied for the first time, a copy of Amos Lees album for sale. It was at starbucks. I was picking up my usual SoyVentiiIcedChaieasyontheice on the way to somewhere other than class and it was sitting in the little album display on the counter. Id been enjoying it for months prior but had never once seen the cover, or dude's face. Something in Amos's eyes makes his voice all the sweeter. The barista was hot. I told him all about this epiphany I was having and, I think, convinced him to tuck a copy of the album beneath his apron. Because this is a fantastic record but, also because I would have thought him hotter with a bulge beneath his apron.
Since that day Ive made a point of seeking out artwork for every album i have. thank you tag and rename
Lee is a philly born soul/jazz man who is ridiculously underappreciated. Hes on fuckign Blue Note for chrissakes kids! I suppose that could provide an excuse for the many who write him off as a male norah jones rip off. Personally, I adore him.
This record is perfect for a(many) melancholy night(s) spent sipping whiskey alone. I tried sipping whiskey straight this weekend. It didnt go so well. mixed or shot is the way to go
Amos Lee - Amos Lee
Arms of a Women
Colors
Snow Patrol are responsible for some of the better music that is getting top 40 radio play now a days. at least thats what im told. I dont listen to much radio.
These guys have mastered the catchy as hell pop/rock track. Their 4th album, Eyes Open, is not quite on par with their breakout smash Final Straw, but its no let down either. The Scottish quartet have more or less picked up where they left off and delivered six fantastic tracks of anthemic riffy sing along etc etc rock. The only problem is it gets a little boring in the second half. yeah. It would probably contend for my release of the year so far (or top 10 anyway) if it were scaled back to an EP. But it seems it was in fact their intention to "make this go on forever".
ah well. its still an excellent album. DOWNLOADERS UNITE
Snow Patrol - Eyes Open
You're All I Have
Chasing Cars
I was on a huge mraz kick the week i intended to post this. I was just thinking about how i first realized i really enjoyed singing whilst wailing along to this cd. im not sure whether to thank the guy or leave him drunken angry frustrated voicemails
i left off the love is real cover on purpose
i dont like it
Jason Mraz - On Love, In Sadness..the EminorEpinF
You Make Me High
On Love, In Sadness
Dead End
Galaxy
The Darkest Space
the reasons for the frustration are two fold
i dont particularly enjoy the fact that i enjoy singing. it is, in fact, incredibly maddening
and also, the shit J's doing now pales in comparison to this. it is, in fact, shit
to illustrate (or auralate? heh) the exasperation in regards to the former...
heres a little ditty my new best friend Cole wrote for me
i received it (via messageboard pm lolz!)and fifteen minutes later recorded it drunk i havent really had a chance to redo it because ive been sick, and drunk. The sickness has actually gotten worse each day this week to the point where now i cant even try to sing, my throats so sore. It started out as just a wooziness SOB!
Walls
The other reason i've not bothered to update this piece is that ive been overly occupied with planning my future the last three weeks. i dont really remember what brought it on, but I've come to the conclusion that i did actually know exactly(well generally) what i want to do when i grow up when i was seventeen. and so ive spent days and days asking some people to tell me this idea i have, for once, isnt some whacked out pipe dream. apparently its the opinion of a lot of people who oughta know that i tend to sell myself short
weeeeeee
maybe i shouldnt say exactly what ive got in the works seeing as the only person ive mentioned any part of it to is one i only decided i was actively talking to again this past weekend, but its all going to be a hell of a good time
I figure, should things not work out, ill have a BA and can just off and take a CSET exam or three
holla at some contigency planning
should i subtract the apathy from the title? too early to say
Since I cant sing I decided to proposition some drum lessons from the seven-year-old terror next door. I spent a couple hours today trying to get my appendages to work independently, in rhythm. Complete and utter failure. But fuck it was a good time. baddumdudmdudmdudmpidhpidhpidhdpiddsssssssssh
onomatopoeia!
Kids got some wicked hair. its a 12 on the 1-10 scale of rock
and his names Liam
MAD FER IT
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