Hooray!!! I got tickets to the Clipper’s playoff game against Denver Monday night. It’ll be my first pro basketball game so I’m uberexcited. And if the Clippers win tomorrow night, then that game will be the clincher. Quelle exciting!
This is taken from Bonzai Superstar, their second LP. It is noisy, dancy and just full of energy. Since it’s the weekend and it’s supposed to get up into the 80s here, I just want to get nekkid and dance.
This is one of the coolest articles EVAR! It explains how the generation gap is disappearing and how 30-something parents are as hipper now than ever before.
Since I shared an mp3 yesterday I’ll do the same today.
Just over 4 years ago, I received heartbreaking news: Unwound had broken up for the last time. At first I just thought, “They broke up again?!” They would get back together in a month or two, right?
WRONG!
I admit I was late to the game when it came to Unwound. My friend Fatkid was a huge Unwound fan, and when I was cohosting a radio show with him back in 1999-2000 he had this segment called “Obligatory Unwound” (a complete rip-off of “Mandatory Metallica”). At the beginning of the second hour of the show, he would play an Unwound song. It was then that I came to appreciate Unwound. To this day they are my favorite band of all time.
When they released Leaves Turn Inside You, it marked a departure to their jangly punky grungy sound. You can read some reviews here and here for a good assessment of the album. At the time, one of my closest friends had just passed away. I bought the album that day, and it fit the dark mood I was in.
A couple of years ago, a bunch of us went to San Francisco for 4th of July weekend and did some naughty drugs. Despite not being sober I was constantly freezing. You’ve just got to love SF weather. We met up with a friend from high school, and we talked about how appropriate “Summer Freeze” is for the SF summer.
Anyhow, here you go.
It’s been a very quiet week at work with a lot of the “higher ups” schmoozing at the National Association of Broadcasters’ conference in Vegas this week. This means doing some cleaning up of stuff around here and lots of web surfing. Unfortunately the interweb is mostly vacuous and boring, so I’m left twiddling my thumbs and doing sudoku puzzles.
So to quell the boredom a little, I will present you guys this:
That’s right. It’s the lovely alt-country band from the mid-90s led by Carla Bozulich and Nels Cline doing a cover of Can. The cover is not very country, and it’s not over 20 minutes long like the original. Carla’s vocals are what make the song. Enjoy!!!!
Edit: Let me add that this song is on their album Butch released in 97 or thereabouts on Virgin Records. Yes. They had a major label deal. Ah. The joys of the 90s.
Eight other people and I had a rawkous time Friday night grooving out to Experimental Dental School. Playing songs from their new album, it was just a fun dancy time. They didn’t play all that well, but the energy was really high that it made up for it (and the fact there were less than ten people there).
Unrelated, since gas prices are through the roof again I have decided to be a public transit whore again. So if you need a blowjob on a bus, hit me up.
Just because of the mood I’ve been in lately, I present you with an almost naked boy again.
I can’t seem to do anything today. Everything I’ve started ended up with me leaving my office after five minutes and just talking to people or losing myself listening to KXLU. I mean they have played “Daydream Nation” and “Hey Joni” by Sonic Youth and “Institutionalized” by Suicidal Tendencies. That latter song sent me through a flashback of junior high. Wow. And all I wanted was a Pepsi.
I’m also trying to get people to go see Experimental Dental School with me @ El Cid tonight. I just found out about the show this morning, and I really want to go. They are part carnival music, part spaghetti western, part punk, part vibrator, and I have a little boy-crush on the singer Jesse.
Ok. I’m being really scatterbrained right now. Enough.
Spring fever has hit me in a big way. Every day I eat my lunch at a park close by work. It’s very tranquil which gives a nice contrast to the chaos that is my job.
With the spate of nice weather we’re having, a great phenomenon is occuring. Everyday this week a different cute boy has shown up and decided to get some sun. Shirtless boy meats have me very humpy-dory. I can’t help but stare through my sunglasses. It’s gotten me so hot and bothered that coming back to work is such a chore. I guess it’s time for this old dog to get some lovin’.
Yeah so we lost Friday night, but that’s all right. The only thing that mattered was that I was able to boo Barry Bonds. And really that’s all that really matters, right? All I have to say is that is was worth waiting two hours during the rain delay.
I need to go get rain supply gear before Friday. Several of us are going to the Dodger’s game that day and this is predicted:
And if any one of those motherfuckers pussies out of this, I will eat their reproductive organs with a titanium spork. If I’m going to brave the elements, then they have to also.
After the excitement (and much excess) of this weekend, my body ached like a motherfucker yesterday. I drove down to San Diego with Jack Friday and just went to a typical homo bar later that night. Pretty uneventful.
Saturday night was off the fucking hook. We met up with Justin, Sean and others and went to the Beauty Bar. We all went crazy on the dance floor. I particularly wet my chonies dancing to “Paris Hilton” by Mu!
After much drinking and debauchery, Sunday hit me like a fucking brick. And that’s why God invented Sangria. A couple of those and a Jager bomb just took those blues away. Of course all of this came back to haunt me yesterday. My body ached horribly and I felt like a zombie in a George Romero movie. I did go to work because of month-end obligations, but once I got home my ass was in bed under the covers.
Anyhow, I posted pictures on Flickr.
