August 10, 2009

Best use of word 'mishegoss' ever

Ladies and gentlemen, the incomparable Walter Matthau.

For those who don't know, the quote is from the original version of The Taking of Pelham One Two Three.

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July 20, 2009

Hey Harmonix!

When are we gonna get some 3EB on Rock Band? Huh? Huh?

Enquiring minds wanna know!

UPDATE: Woohoo!

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October 31, 2008

Man, that was close.

Had about fifteen minutes of music fixation, with maybe two or three lyrics, a haunting woman's voice and a melody stuck in my head. Could not, of course, remember what the hell the song was or who sang it.

Thought I was going to be miserable for a couple days.

Finally started going back through my iTunes library in reverse 'date played' order. Apparently, I last played it in May this year!

It's this, by the way. I recommend loud volume and gently swaying with eyes closed.

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August 20, 2008

Ah, so that's what it's called

I had vague memories from long ago of a brilliantly ethereal piece of music from the movie The Year of Living Dangerously. Some friends of the family had an early Betamax VCR at their country home, and this was one of the three or four movies they owned. I actually quite liked the movie, but what stayed with me other than an image of Mel Gibson and Sigourney Weaver in the front seat of an old car about to run a blockade was that music.

Then I heard it, the other day.

Turns out it's L'Enfant, by Vangelis.

And it's still awesome.

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June 18, 2008


I just get scheduled to go to Texas for business July 1-3, and I find out that Alabama 3 are playing New York City on July 1st. No, worse; they're playing two blocks from my office.


/me starts trying to shove travel and tickets around...

By the way, this reviewer pleases me when describing Alabama 3: "They swing like the devil’s own dick."

Damn right they do, bitches.

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Stupid record industry.

You know what's really damn annoying? That every online lyrics database I've checked has the Hank Williams song lyrics under the much more important (to me) Alabama 3 version.


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December 13, 2007

I Still Wanna Marry Beth Orton Just So I Can Listen To Her Voice

I have always loved the track Where Do I Begin, by the Chemical Brothers off their album Dig Your Own Hole. This is due in near entirety to the heaven that is Beth Orton's vocals on that track, for all that they're one verse repeated in true CB stylee over and over.

Imagine my happiness, though, to find that there are two remixes of the track on the project album Block Rockin' Boots, both by Copycat - "I Always Begin Without You" and "Where Do I Begin (A Copycat Remix)." Both preserve my beloved Beth's vocals. The prior is a mash-up of (obviously) "Where Do I Begin," and U2's "With Or Without You," among others, and the latter is a straight remix.

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November 30, 2007

You...are likely EATen by a grue!!

Thank you MC Frontalot.

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October 2, 2007

Must...control...fist of death...

I am really, really, REALLY downhearted after watching the numerous video clips from the Underworld Central Park show that have shown up on YouTube. It looks like it was a completely classic Underworld experience...and I was in Vermont at a friend's wedding. I still think I made the right choice.

But it hurts to watch those videos.

WHY? Why only two dates in the Eastern U.S., on consecutive nights? WHY THAT WEEKEND? **sob whimper moan**

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May 24, 2006

Tunes, Unloq'd

eMusic offers straight MP3 downloads from indy labels for a monthly subscription, at various levels. Cheapest is $10 for 40 tracks. No DRM. VBR MP3 tracks, playable on whatever wherever whenever. The catalog is good. I like the 'formal connections' and 'related artists' linklists; they seem much more useful than recommendations from, say, Amazon.

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May 15, 2006

They Might Be Giants produces the best ringtone ever

No, really, they did.

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April 5, 2006

Good God, son, that's the *NOISE*.

By all that's holy. There's a reason The General is shitting bricks sideways into an SUV-sized grave, and it's not even because gas prices are somewhere north of Sting's ego. No, it's because they lost sight of the sound. Yes. The sound. I remember once when I was younger, and my li'l Brit sled was busy wearing a hole in her muffler, when I gave my uncle a ride. We blared into the Callahan tunnel, and I mumbled something about getting the muffler fixed. He gave me a disbelieving look and said "Shit, boy, why? That there's The Noise."

See, GM's forgotten all about The Noise and what it means.

But we haven't. Check that shit out.

That is a sound so pure, so manly, that my ovaries, yes my fucking ovaries quiver in my foppish body at the very wavelengths of it. I am detesticled at its wondrous bassline. I stand before the Noise and my masculinity is not worthy.

To Ride the Noise?

That would be to wear the balls of Steve McQueen while punching with the fists of Clint Eastwood from behind the sneer of Yaphet Kotto and insulting with the voice of James Earl Jones.

There would be no lesser run around the fucking track.

Okay, okay. Chrysler. I know. I know. The SENTIMENT FUCKING STANDS.

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March 5, 2006

Unexplained Rez Event

Only because I'm far to lazy a fat bastard to do anything about it will I blog this, but this is a fantasy I just allowed to warm my small cold soul for a few minutes. Imagine that a design existed for a small bit of breadboarded electronics, sort of like the LED throwie. Imagine that instead of a LED, this bit of kit had a magnet and sticky for two mounting options, a power source, some 'tronics, and an RF transmitter. The transmitter would be weak, but designed to do one thing, if such a thing is possible: be picked up by the powered speaker wires of standard public address systems. The 'tronics would be a time chip and a basic music sample. Once you had the design worked out, you'd set all of the time chips to some point a couple months in the future and just travel around hunting down PA systems in public areas and hiding the chips near their feeds.

Then, at some point simultaneously, PA systems all over the place would suddenly start broadcasting a version of Underworld's incomparable rez/cowgirl.

The unexplained rez event.

It would rule.

Maybe if you were ambitious the kit would have speakers too. I dunno. Maybe for logistics purposes you could concentrate on one public area and spend a week planting 'em around that area, trying not to get caught and beat down for terrorist activities by our new security conscious overlords.

Still. It would kick.

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January 24, 2006

Monster Mash! No, not Boris'.

The iTunes Signature Maker, if you use iTunes and have Java, will analyze your iTunes music library and produce a heavily-mashed-together chunk of audio that may or may not represent your musical taste. I kinda like mine (here's a slightly smaller version).

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September 21, 2005

I hate coming to the party late.

...but why didn't anyone tell me about Electric Six earlier? Jeez.

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June 13, 2005

I Believe you, D Wayne!

"I was there / When they crucified the lord / I said "Hello! Hello Jesus, / I'm Johnny Cash."

Alabama 3, despite many rumors to the contrary, are not dead, nor are they gracing the inside of various penal institutions (well, at least, they weren't on May 21st, 2005). I was privileged to attend a full session of the First Presleyterian Church of Elvis the Divine (UK), presided over by The Right Reverend D. Wayne Love, along with Larry Love and Daisy Love and various other pimps and hos of the congregation as they preached to a willing choir. Despite a near-total lack of advertising, the gig (at the Carling Academy Glasgow) was packed fairly tight.

I've been a willing devotee of the Church since several years before their rise to media notice with The Sopranos; I found Woke Up this Morning on a sampler CD from a record company and chased down Exile on Coldharbour Lane with the drive of a man promised a beer for herding irate camels across the midst of the Gobi desert in June after being fed a meal of salt pork and pretzels.

I found in their music something I had been missing, up to then. One of the tracks on Exile spoke to me - no, two did, really. I had been (and still am) a fan of some electro and pure techno dance music. I've been known to waft through more laid-back venues as well. D. Wayne Love he spoke to me, though, when he said

You don't dance to techno anymore
I don't see under the strobe light on the dance floor
it's been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile
you don't dance to techno anymore

...and before I could recover from the truth he was speaking, he continued, saying to me

Don't you go to Goa.

Before long I was looking for his wisdom on the shelves with every trip to the record store, with every surf to I found a darker side of D. Wayne and Larry in La Peste, their next full album release to hit the U.S. shores, with shivers moving up my spine as I heard about the Mansion on the Hill, Too Sick to Pray. I knew that Cocaine (Killed my Community) when I found myself Walking in my Sleep, waking up as I was about to Wade into the Water - and it weren't for no baptism, neither, brother. The Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlife was watching me from across the canal, standing in The Hotel California - and it was Sinking.

Year or two later, nursing a whisky and holding my hurting head, and a disc of wisdom and folksong was laid down on my doorstep by UPS. Told me about the problems I was having, and told me about what I had to do, and what I had to call upon - the Power in the Blood. Woody Guthrie was Reachin', and it was Year Zero; I took my Two Heads and made a deal with ol' Scratch. Buttoned a Yellow Rose into my lapel, and me and The Devil went Down to Ibiza. Them was some Badlands, brother, but he'd made me Bulletproof and they wouldn't Let the Caged Bird Sing. I cried for D. Wayne, saying Lord Have Mercy, The Moon has Lost the Sun, and they let me Come on Home, and off I went into R.E.H.A.B..

Now it's 2005, and I went to Scotland to see the Boys and Girls preach the creed. I can say unreservedly that I went to Scotland to see a band - and it was good. I took the Last Train to Mashville from Buchanan Street station; The Gospel Train that is. I made it to the Academy with my mate in time to hear the Intro, and as the Adrenaline began to hit we warned each other to ' Keep Your Shades On, brother.' Waved my arms Up Above My Head when D. Wayne asked me Have You Seen Bruce Richard Reynolds? but Let it Slide during the Terra Firma Cowboy Blues, because Larry Love had a question for me. How can I Protect You, he asked, when there's Honey in the Rock? I didn't know but didn't care, because as I had greeted him when he stepped out on stage, Hello, I'm Johnny Cash. But we staggered to the pub, tinnitus in our heads and music in our souls, and drank pints of 80 shilling until the sound settled into a warm long hum before meandering back to Partick.

Alabama 3 have a current info page (including discography) up at:

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April 10, 2005

Coming to the party late

...yet again, I seem to have the excellent A Night at the Hip-Hopera by the Kleptones on repeat. It was handed to me by a co-worker along with the wise words "I know you don't like hip-hop. You're not too smart sometimes. Shut up and listen."

Wise man.

My only annoyance is that the BitTorrent tracker for their other albums doesn't seem to be working at the moment. Hmph. Must keep trying.

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December 14, 2004

That shit is *WACK*.

You will go purchase

Newman's Own Suicide Mind Eraser

like, pronto. Capice? Now.

It is by the inestimably awesome Don Red and can be purchased for the low low price of six clams here. There are a few tracks available as full mp3 on that website as well.

This genius is not safe for work, bitches.

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October 27, 2004

For those of you with iTunes...

(and, ideally, wheels)...

...I present my creation: the Archetypal Car Chase.




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