First Day of Prison

Oof. This YSI hangup is causing some difficulties.

I'ma gonna do some trolling around the clever blogs and see what they're using (if they, like us, are not able to use own bandwidth). It'll give me a good excuse to roll around on Said the Gramophone, The White Noise Revisited (Formerly Spoilt Victorian Child), ORTF, Molars, The Suburbs are Killing Us, and You Ain't No Picasso.

I have a serious stack of gems I want to get up on here but my own transfer rights on my server get ate up pretty quick-snap.

I've just moved to a new Batcave. It's roomier and my Rogue's Gallery won't be so cramped anymore, there's even a spot for me to hang upside-down while I sleep. Parking and laundry are tricky and I do kinda use those things a bit, but I'll manage. Anyway, I'm told that when you first go to prison you're supposed to act all crazy and maybe shiv someone or yourself to let the other inmates know you're fuckin' serious. I take the same approach when I move into a new Batcave. I immediately throw a crazy party or paint the house black or some shit so that my neighbours know not to fuck with my shit.

This week my opening salvo has been to play some psychedelic Neil Young on the loud side. I opt for the inaccessible and brutally long Arc or, more recently for choice creepiness from Trans. Unfortunately, in the absence of YSI, you're going to get my next-best loud weirdness from Comets On Fire.

from their site, the band is called Comets on Fire, the track is called Graverobbers.

>>>Comets on Fire - Graverobbers

flight-like...

so the wonderful site we were glad to use and promote called yousendit seems to have undergone some changes, and now has become problematic, friends have said they couldn't get files without signing up, etc.

so we are exploring alternatives.

we may stick with them, signup is free, annoying, but free (and besides, it don't have to be your really real addy)... but we're just shopping around.

we'll welcome any viable suggestions/solutions.

in the meantime, hope you're all doing well.

here's some interesting music from a band called falcon.

sure they sound a little derivative, (and man does that ever make me sound like those indie snobs i cannot stand to talk music with), but it still sounds pretty good. smacks of some granddaddy (alas, no more), mixed with other folks.

there's music at their site (love that 3d heart) and they have a myspace page too where you can hear the track that piqued my curiosity, o great rosenfeld, which has is part of the band's accompaniment to the Daniel Wallace book by that name, there's more music there, but it would seem to require realplayer (eep!)

check'em out.

from their site, the band is called falcon, the track is called dry land.

>>>falcon - dryland.mp3


are birds the new wolf?

Only after dark

It is time, my friends, to toast the summer.
You may say that it needs no further toasting - summer is toasty and toasted and so let us prepare for whatever hellish season Mother Nature chooses to inflict next. I say 'nay'.

Think of the summer toasting songs (in your head)... they're all like beach songs, or picnic songs or summer love songs, right?

Are any of the summery songs in your brains toasting the end of that last party of the summer where you went camping and someone brought an enormous amount of beer? The part where the fire was pretty much burnt out to ashes and the smell of September is in the air but everyone is denying it by wearing not-quite-enough-to-stay-warm? The part of that party where if you were going to puke or fight or pull you'd have done it already so you're probably out of luck and then Paso Mino comes walking out of the woods just out of sight playing something like this?

>>> Paso Mino - Oh! Little Young One.mp3

As perfect as a wizard riding a unicorn on a rainbow, that song has everything the end of summer is about.

BONUS: I love the shit out of CityTV. Not only do they play some messed up movies, they don't censor them! The result: I get reminded of how great From Dusk Til Dawn is and you sweet vampirebat-lovers get the bonus Tito & Tarantula track. This one is from the scene where Salma Hayek is pouring whisky down her leg into Quentin Tarantino's soon-to-be-vampirey face.

>>> Tito & Tarantula - After Dark.mp3

Thp thp thp thp thp

That's the sound of bat-wings flapping over the everglades.

I've been reading a lot of peak oil bullshit lately. I got started up into by reading a piece in Harper's last week about peak oil and now it's got me all freaked out. I mean, it's not like I hadn't heard about it all and everything, I try to stay up on the environmental crap without turning into a hippie but this is some scary shit.

To be honest though, the scariest thing (at least right now) about peak oil is the cassandras who are harbinger-ing (harbinging?) the end times. I mean, these people are almost taking delight in the doomed-ness of the planet in a smug, self-satisfied way. It's a bit annoying, but it's almost enough to make you wanna start digging a shelter in your basement, y'know? I mean, to think that these nerdy kooks are going to be arming themselves and dispatching any intruder on their amassed pile of spam... well, the Penguin may be the least of my troubles.

I find myself strangely and pervertedly drawn into the whole excitment of the conspiracy quite despite myself. I try to take solace and still acknowledge the whole environmental depletion sitch by listening to the likes of Mofro.

I think it's really unfortunate that these guys have chosen the most unintentionally self-sterilizing name in music. But listen... This is the sound of the canary in the coalmine - this is the sound of Florida's gulf-coast being turned into a parking lot.

>>> Mofro_Blackwater.mp3

It's huge, sorry. Also, I forgot to do that file-naming thing we said we'd do so... well, I'll try to remember for next time.