April 2007
April 30, 2007
Top seven reasons why I bought my fourth yo la tengo t-shirt last night
1- Only 15 bucks.
2- Ira's guitar squeals and moans and clangs like few musicians I've seen live. The albums do a decent job recording this, but nothing can quite capture being in the presence of a average-sized, dark-haired, mild-mannered man leaning into his axe like he was trying to force down a volcano.
3- They played "Last Days of Disco" and "From A Motel 6." (No "Little Eyes," but whatcha going to do?)
4- Georgia's voice.
5- The four notes played over and over again on James' bass during the ten-odd minutes of "Pass the Hatchet, I Think I'm Goodkind."
6- It looks like this.
7- At the end of an almost perfect set, they (mostly Ira, I think) screwed up "My Little Corner of the World," which somehow made the set more perfect.
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April 21, 2007
Predictions for the year 2000, from the year 1900. I know I posted a similar link two days ago, but I just love this sort of thing. What's amazing is the optimism; it almost makes me want to cry.
April 18, 2007: titan 2 missile silo
April 17, 2007
Interesting read by alec soth regarding titles. My favorite title for a group of photographs might be "The Family Album of Lucybelle Crater."
April 17, 2007: outside tucson
April 15, 2007: on the road in arizona
April 14, 2007: volvo and b
April 12, 2007
Kurt Vonnegut has died at the age of 84. He wrote 'Mother Night,' one of the few novels I've read more than once. In high school, I used a line from that book for my senior quote:
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.
April 10, 2007
perhaps the hippest seniors ever do sonic youth's "Schizophrenia" (via alison):
April 2, 2007
flying away
E and I are heading to Arizona for a week. We're leaving tonight, so not many updates til next monday. See you then.
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April 2, 2007: kangaroo at the prospect park zoo
April 1, 2007
"Zoo" is a new documentary that tackles man-horse bestiality. From the New York Times:
“It was fascinating that there was a community of close friends, that there were basic human interactions happening alongside things that seemed completely alien,” [writer Charles] Mudede said. “Zoo” minimizes its freak show aspect by emphasizing the coexistence of the mundane and the bizarre[.] ... What emerges here is a sad, even tender portrait of a group of men who met from time to time at a farm, where they would drink slushy cocktails, watch some television and repair to the barn to have sex with horses.