MY BEST ALBUMS OF O7

I am anal and refuse to read anyone else's top album lists until I post my own. I don't know why, its kinda pathetic, who even cares what I think, right? Well if you do indeed care here it is. I honestly believe that each of these albums have the power to open up your eyes musically to what's out there aside from the top 40 charts. They aren't in any particular order, wait, are they, well maybe in a random way. Whatevs. Here we go...

1. FEIST- THE REMINDER
Please dont even get me started on this album. I was devastated when 1,2,3,4 was on the ipod commercial for fear of every tom, dick and grandma singing it, but hell yeah, she deserves it. Its one of those albums that just flows nicely when you play it all the way through. My moon, my man was a fave, The water gave me the chills, Mushaboom makes me want to go out without a jacket in the rain and get soaked... etc.

2. PANDA BEAR- PERSON PITCH-
I've blogged about this one before. Granted it sounds a lot like the BEACH BOYS PET (animal, is the name i prefer) SOUNDS, but who cares. I listened to Comfy in Nautica on repeat maybe 20 times in a row for days on end. My mom begged me to change the chanting after an hour long car ride into the city from NJ. So soothing and different. Take pills is another fave.

3. BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB- BABY 81-
There are no words to describe the way All You Do Is Talk affects me. Ugh, total heaven, pitch black dark style, having a bad day validation style. Just fuzziness. Berlin is a great pump up song, 666 Conducer amazing- dont even get me started Am I only, wow.. This album is it. Break into the psychedelic rock genre with this one.

4. BLACK LIPS- GOOD BAD NOT EVIL-
These guys exude coolness. Their sound is kind of harem-like with a pop rock feel that ropes just about anyone in. Oh Katrina is a foot tapping song with a lets do 3 shots all together vibe. Veni Vidi Vici, Ive blogged about before, seriously one of my favorite tracks to date. Listen once and you're hooked.

5. COCONUT RECORDS- NIGHTTIMING-
Two words JASON SHWARTZMAN. Hes the lead singer and is absolutely adorable. His music is so cheery. I loved Phantom Planet and everything else he was ever involved with. West Coast makes me smile every time I hear it. I want to be in a convertible listening to this at the loudest setting. Nighttiming is a great song to get ready to go out to. This Old Machine is such a sweet little song. Again- all over happiness.

6. ELLIOTT SMITH- NEW MOON-
Sadly, I am still not over his death. This unreleased album has a little bit of everything. Miss Misery gives me the goose bumps, Thirteen takes me back to seventh grade romance. Georgia, Georgia is great too. I cant even go through my favorites because I truly love them all. No one strums a guitar like him and never will there be another ES. His music makes me calm and mellow and yes EMO.

7. BRIGHT EYES- CASSADANGA-
If anyone reads this blog, they know about my undying love for this man. His lyrics make me swoon and his voice is entrancing. It took me a while to really get into this album but once I did, I was hooked. Its always hard for me to fall in love with an album thats so different from that artists last album, but it happened eventually. Seeing him in concert is always a treat. If the Brakeman Turns My Way is one of my faves and so is Soul Singer in a Session Band. Four Winds was my first favorite.

8. BEIRUT- THE FLYING CLUB CUP-
One of the best live shows Ive ever seen. I am learning the ukulele because of this man. Postcards from Italy and Scenic World are my faves on this album. The boy can play a million instruments and we arent talking bass and drums here. Anyone that can rock a horn basically rules at life.

9. THE BLOW- PAPER TELEVISION-
Yum. So different. That sweet little girl voice was the soundtrack of my spring. True Affection is a song ill never get sick of. So great. A great warm and fuzzy chill out song. Super romantic. Pardon Me is great too. Its so unexpected when she gets vulgar with her baby like voice. Great atmosphere music.

10. THE NATIONAL- BOXER-
I saw these guys play a show with CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH a few NYE's ago. The energy vibe was pumping. They are all so cute on stage. Mistaken for Strangers is a great track, Im still in love with Secret Meeting from last album, but this one is more forward. Almost an Interpol feeling.

11. THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS- CHALLENGERS-
These guys are fun fun fun. I love the contrast of the girls sweet voice with the dudes deep dude like voice. Myriad Harbour is definitely one of my most played. Great uppity car song on the way to a party. Ive been a fan of them for a while.

12. RADIOHEAD- IN RAINBOWS-
I say this with a bit of pull because, I really do like this album, its just that I dont click with all of the songs. With that being said, the ones I do like, I LOVE. Mainly the first track and 15 step. Weird Fishes is great too. Whatever, I guess im kinda snobby because I know this will be on everyones list and I like to be a bit different.

HONORABLE MENTION goes to- SHOUT OUT LOUDS- OUR Ill WILLS- Im really getting into that record. Love the first track.

So anyway, if anyone reads this and ends up a fan of any of these albums mentioned, drop me a line. Id love to hear what you have to say. Or just lurk and enjoy.

Happy new year!!!

8 DAYS??

Today is the second day of Hannukah, well really the first, well wait, I dont know. Bottom line is tonight we light 2 candles. Lately people have been saying "wow, you get 8 presents?? thats so awesome" I'd kinda smile back and think to myself, well no, not really, not since I was like 7 did I ever get that many presents but I was secretly baffled by that statement. You celebrate Christmas dont you? Arent there like 12 days? Id say to myself. I never actually verbalized it because the time just passed me by and it would seem weird to say that in passing. Finally I got the gall up to say it the other day. It went something like this.

Person 1- "So wait, you lucky fool, you get EIGHT whole presents??? thats so awesome!!, Gosh, so lucky"

Me- "Well, not really, I get like one or 2 tops"
HMMM, awkward silence. PAUSE.

Me- " Wait, but dont you guys have like 12 days of Christmas? I mean you have a radical tree with lights and stockings and stuff, presents all around it TWELVE of them, that song "On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...." I never understand why people are so hung up about the whole 8 days thing"

Person 1- " Oh no!!!! We only get one day of presents on Christmas, not 12"

Me- "Well then. It seems that we are all screwed, huh? If you ask me you guys are even more screwed after all that false representation in that song. Bummer for you."

Person 1- HMMM. Yeah I guess youre right"

The moral of this story is, no matter what you celebrate, its is all under false pretenses, we all get one or 2 presents, hopefully they are cool and somewhat useful. PS- I hear im getting a super rad camera, SCORE!! We all have our little gags to play with whether it be some eggnog or a dreidel, a stocking or some golden chocolate coins, holiday time is holiday time. Traffics a bitch. Parking lots are expensive. People are annoying in their festive sweaters and people still say CHHHHHanukkah, where it sounds like they are hocking a major loogie while doing so.

On another note, I still laugh my ass off everytime I hear ADAM SANDLERS- HANUKKAH SONG.

So funny, OJ SIMPSON, not a jew.

Happy Chrismakkah.

JINGLE JIG

Gosh I love Christmas songs. I hate this time of year in the city because traffic is insaneo and people are mega annoying-o but I love this time of year musically. I love all the gnarly cheese ball songs. My personal fave is .. drumroll please.... and honestly, I might lose the actual 4 (if even) readers due to this confession.... MARIAH CAREYS- ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU, youuuuuu ooooo ooooh ooo. Seriously, I LOVE IT more than Britney loves car wrecks. Get into it because tis the season to be corny and I wouldnt have it any other way. The other song I love is Happy Christmas (WAR IS OVER) by the master JOHN LENNON. Ugh the children singing in the background get me every time.

Buckets of Rain

I saw IM NOT THERE, that new Bob Dylan movie. I have been waiting to see this film for a while now so I was super stoked when it came out this past week. I liked it. Any movie with Christian Bale or Julianne Moore in it gets me to the theatre. It was super cool seeing him played by all the different cast members. I went in thinking that I was going to hate Cate Blanchett, because, well, how can any female play a male role unless youre hillary Swank in Boys dont Cry? She was doomed in my book but oddly enough she did a really decent job. Her body is sick, ps! (as a girl) I didnt really get why they had her with long fingernails though, but whatevs. Christian Bale nailed it. Richard Gere on the other hand needs to kill himself. I HATED his role in the movie. It was so far fetched and silly. I just couldnt connect with that character at all. His eyes were extra beady and his hair just irked me and forgive me but I still cant get passed that gerbil rumor about him. SORRY.
I was kinda bummed that they didnt play more Dylan songs though. I love his tunes and I guess because it wasnt done with Dylans cooperation its hard to really get it all. Charlotte Gainsbourg was phenomenal. I loved her as his wife. Her acting was excellent and the odd shape of her mouth when she spoke was intriguing. Even the decor of their house was so dead on for the times. I think the art direction was phenomenal. I was so excited when I saw Michelle Williams playing Edie Sedgwick. I loved factory girl and am obsessed with all things related or having anything to do with Edie.
I was definitely born in the wrong decade. But anyway, I now can see how people compare Conor Oberst to Bob Dylan. Their mannerisms and the way they answer questions when dealing with the press are so similar. It makes me wonder, did Conor idolize this man growing up? Conor also has that untouchable attitude that leaves you scratching your head yet convinced that he is some sort of genius. I know im going to get flack for this post because most people either love Bright Eyes or hate him. The ones that arent into him fume when they hear of the comparison. Whatevs. I love the two of them. Both of them have the ability to morph their thoughts into words and phrases in a way that hits me hard. I almost wish I could sit in their brains for 48 hours and just watch and listen.
Bottom line-
1. Bob Dylan is the shit.
2. I need to play the harmonica.
3. Richard Gere needs to retire.
4. Heath Ledger is kinda hot when he acts chauvinistic.
5. I will be rocking the Dylan hair sometime soon.

REA- LIST- IC

This past week while surfing the web and killing time, I came across a site called TODOLISTBLOG.BLOGSPOT.COM I was extremely fascinated by it because I never knew just how many people make strange lists like I do. In fact, when I list my hobbies on places like Facebook etc.. MAKING LISTS is always the first thing I will put down on the interests part. Ive always made lists dating as far back as I can remember. It was a way to remind me of the things I felt were important to take care of. As I grew older and crazier, my lists became more humorous and really trivial. Its funny because, making lists was a way for me to remain in control of certain situations, had it been for organizational purposes or just to keep me pointed in the right direction and to keep me focused on my goals. It was so eerie for me to see this secret underground world of list makers all out in the open writing lists like mine to a certain degree.

A lot of my lists tend to list self imposed deadlines for myself. When I was 18, I said that I wanted to have all of my kids by the age of 25. Obviously that didnt happen. I started to use the age of 25 to be the above all and end all for me as far as accomplishments went. The list started to grow and eventually looked like this-

1. Finish having kids.
2. Get my GED diploma.
3. Learn to play an instrument of some sort.
4. Stop biting my nails.
5. Be extremely waif like skinny.
6. Ride the scariest rollercoaster in the tri-state area and overcome my fear of heights.

This list became my mantra. I used to say that I would be completely happy with myself if I did all of those things. Funny part is, with the exception of 1 and 3 I have accomplished all of those things. Never all at the same time.. but they have been checked off.
To me, 4,5 and 6 were the most important. Its funny because when I was super skinny (im a girl and we never know just how emaciated we once were until we look back at pictures and say... "wow, I was sooo thin then") it was almost impossible for me to have long beautiful french manicured nails.Man was I shallow. One day it happened though, and I was waiting for that lit halo to shine above my head and make me feel most empowered. Sad part was, I had thought of 2 other things I NEEDED to get done to feel complete. What they were, I dont really remember, I just know that I was crushed by the fact that here I had accomplished 2 things that were in my view, the impossible, and yet- I was not satisfied.

Im still working on the instrument thing, but I do believe I can sing and carry a tune nicely. About 3 months ago I rode all 6 terror fest rides at six flags, now im not gonna lie-- THAT was an accomplishment.

Someone I am very close to once asked me to make a list of things I liked and disliked about myself. At the time, I thought to myself- make a LIST?? YES!! I love those things. Turns out it was a very strange list to have to make. Hmm.. I started to speed write- im a good listener, a loyal friend, a good bowler, I can braid hair like no other, I can bake, blah blah blah.. They explained to me that that wasnt what they were getting at but that my list was quite entertaining.

When I email or text a friend or even call them I almost always start out with a list. Eg. 1. what are you doing tonight 2. whats so and so's number 3. i lost my kheils chapstick, im so bummed 4. i love you.

Obviously there are a ton of lists ive made that I wont share here right now, all in due time though. What im getting at here is that I operate in list mode. Most people know this about me. What I have learned from all of this is that, lists say a lot about a person and almost give you a peak into someones mind. I still do make lists and probably will until I die. I love that there is a site dedicated to just this hobby. Some of the entries are hysterical, unreal and a little boring. Others are devastating and really get you thinking. It feels great to know that there are people just as twisted as me out there who share my penchant for jotting sheer nonsense down just for the hell of it.

List of songs I am currently rotating-

1.Lou Reed- Perfect Day
2.Daniel Johnston- True Love Will Find You in the End
3.Wreckless Eric- Whole Wide World
4.The Standells- Dirty Water

Yes im getting my OLDIES groove on.

NOT ALOUD

What is it with people who just cant get their devices with sound together and in order. Nothing is more annoying than that person who answers their cell phone on speaker. Its usually the same thing- "Hi, wait, wait, one second, youre on speaker phone, lemme get you off" person on the other end doesnt even hear this and babbles on "So yeah the doctor says, its my blood sugar which is strange, because I dont really eat sugary foods.." Insert, the " Wow, he really said that? no way!! hang on, how do I turn this thing off, okay, wait lemme call you back." Only to get the same result all over again. Thing is, they stay unfazed and carry on the conversation the second time around, like, "Oh well, I cant fix it so ill just torture everyone around me". Are they freaking serious?? Leave the store! This has happened around me a ton uptown, another reason why I avoid that area. Its so annoying and a part of me is humiliated for the poor victim on the other end of the line who is describing their inability to go to the bathroom in 3 days, their cruel boss or their gossipy news flash that needs to be shared privately. When someone calls under those conditions I usually just hang up on them because I cant deal!. I also love when im on the phone with someone and they are having 3 different conversations with their exterminator, kids and their land line phone. Then I try and say, "dont worry, call me back" and they insist on carrying on the convo. ODD. Heres another one of my faves. Youre waiting on line at the post office and apparently so is the dude in front of you. Dudes got his ipod blastinggggg. I start thinking to myself.. Hi, is im on line too and I have no desire to listen to 50 cents candy shop there? Do I really care what song it is that youre rocking today? NO. Does that song drive me crazy? YES. Is anyone ever listening to a good song when this happens? NEVER. A reader of mine tends to have this problem on the train all the time too. Its like we are held captive by the top 40 charts and just cant seem to get away from those songs. Is anyone ever rocking Feist? Tom Petty? BRMC? Grizzly Bear? Hells no!! Why? because we are too snobby to share our songs with the mass public, ha not really, but because we need not flaunt our stuff. Its only the people who listen to the shit that find the need to rub it in our faces and exploit the heck out of it.
Even better, what is it with cab drivers chatting at the loudest octive know to man on their cell phone. Last time I checked, I was the one paying the tab on my cab ride. I dont need to listen to you flirt with your mistress in some undecipherable language nor do I need to hear you yell at your loved ones during my time in your cab. The other day I found myself struggling trying to hear myself talk on my own phone during my own cab ride. Dont I have the right to enjoy a noise free cab ride if thats what I chose? SHEESH!! When youre off duty do that.
On another like note, I figured Id get my cheese on and downloaded Britneys GIMME MORE as my ringtone to see what kind of reaction id get from the mass public. My rule was that id act totally casual in doing this and let it ring a good 10 seconds regardless of whether it was in my hand or not. How would the mass public react to my blatant disregard for others care or preference in music? Would they jig along, roll their eyes or act like nothing. Most of my friends laughed their faces off because that song is sooo not me. They thought it was funny. While in the supermarket, the checkout girl gave me a "represent" nod. At Barnes and Noble a little kid said, "Mommy, I want that song on my phone." At the airport, the porter said, damn girl, that song makes me wanna dance!" At Starbucks, the yuppies gave me a very snobby glance with a couple of eye rolls. The line at Urban Outfitters snarfed when they heard it and pretended I didnt exist. At the movies I got a few "SHUT YOUR FREAKING PHONE OFF... SO RUDE.' shout outs. All in all it was pretty funny. I did feel the need to apologize a few times at the cooler places (which I will leave un named) cough cough- American Apparel *wink wink* nah- just kidding- obviously. I dont embarrass easily.
The verdict is this- I had to change my ringtone after everyone told me that I never answer my phone. Turns out that I got a little too carried away with the song and letting it play, that I ended up with a bunch of missed calls. It was fun all in all though. My thoughts still remain the same though on the ipod thing, either get yourself some better taste in music or lower your stuff down.

Heres my recommendation- If youre gonna blast your stuff all over town like its nobodys business- at least do it to
THE BLACK LIPS- VENI, VEDI, VECI sheer amazingness.

PIERCE OUT..

Why anyone would find those nose piercings that go like a bar across ones nostrils to be appealing? How does it happen? Does one wake up one day and think to oneself, "hmm, I bet id be a chick magnet if I got this super long steel bar in my nostrils??, im bound to drive the girls crazy with this bad boy"
I saw this boy today who looked kinda cute, I got a closer look and almost gagged when I saw this thing with 2 balls coming out of his nose. I started to really get carried away and wondered, what does this dude do when hes sick with a cold? Ert, gross. Does he beep when he goes through the metal detector in the airport? When hes kissing a girl does it smash her nose and get caught in her nose? When he has to itch his nose does it turn into a blood bath? If its cold out and hes wearing a scarf, does it get snagged? I dont get it man. Those things are tragic. While we are on piercings, what about those doughnut ones you see on peoples ears?? Now those, those are insane. It reminds me of those Sally Struthers commercials when I was growing up for Save The Children in Africa, where the women have these torn earlobes and look so sad. Seriously, what is that? Why would anyone want a black rubber loop lodged in their ear lobe forcing a quarter sized hole in it. Also is it like a gradual process? Do you start out with a raisin sized loop and gradually work your way up to a ping pong sized loop? Is it the ultimate in status the day you can fit your thumb through your earring? Whatevs.
I dont mean to sound judgemental here, because I do believe in letting your freak flag fly and doing whatever it is that makes you happy- who the hell am I to determine freaky from vile, Im just saying....

PS- Wanna hear a really great tune? Its a really fun, fuzzy- all of you chime in together kind of song/ tap your fingers on your steering wheel, okay that sounds dorky, maybe just tap your foot while driving- tune,
THE MYRIAD HARBOUR by THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS its on the CHALLENGERS album. Enjoyz.

Sometimes....

Sometimes we need to stare our fears right in the face....
Sometimes people change and theres nothing you can really do about it but remember the good times and hold them close...
Sometimes you just gotta roll with it even if you dont want to...
Sometimes children say it best..
Sometimes Page Six blows and your morning just isnt the same without a good dose of gossip...
Sometimes you get an email that gets you really thinking hard about things..
Sometimes I wish I had never answered that last call...
Sometimes Curb Your Enthusiasm is so freaking funny it hurts...
Sometimes they choose Cheryll, I'd never choose, people do though.
Sometimes I bite my lip when im nervous..
Sometimes I can finish a whole box of tic-tacs in one hour...
Sometimes a simple text can make my day...
Sometimes a simple text can ruin my day..
Sometimes I wish Marissa and Summr were still around..
Sometimes we can all use a little music enlightening... Listen to the album BABY 81 by BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB, its freaking amazing. Listen to ALL YOU DO IS TALK in the pitch black dark in your room and blast it and dont say I never give you anything.
Sometimes that song cures every ailment of mine..
Sometimes my posts are boring...

Stellar Yeller.

It seems that this zip up hoodie is following me everywhere lately. I remember seeing it in AA last year and falling in love with it, however it was a size extra small and that was not my size. obvs. I then bought it for my little sis. "How cute would this be with tiny little jean shorts or boy shorts on your hot little self??" She smiled and wore the shit out of it all summer long. I started to gag from it by labor day.

Lately though this freaking garmet follows me EVERYWHERE I go. To the point of obscene. Im starting to hate this thing. Yesterday I saw it on 2 different people in Willy, Last week I saw it on a dude riding his bike in midtown and on Friday, a girl walking her dawg in nolita was wearing it. The week before that I saw it a good 3 times all over the city.

Today, TODAY I saw it on a dude on court street. AHHHH. The next time I see this thing Im going to make the person rocking it take a POLAROID pic with me, while I make a "no way!!!" face. I just might be onto something here guys, a sweatshirt blog. I promise, id have at least 2 entries a week.

Has anyone else been seeing this bad boy non stop?

Lock, Stock and Whatever..

Sometimes my jaw tenses up so much where I feel like, the only way to pry it open would be with metal pliers.
Sometimes I get the urge to just abandon my car in the middle of a heavy intersection because I just dont want to deal with it.
Sometimes I feel like telling that dude who is passing out those flyers on the street that its kind of pointless, and that he would be better off clucking like a chicken in red spandex if he really wanted to be taken seriously and get noticed.
Sometimes I have to listen to my mom repeat the same story a few times and act surprised each time.
Sometimes I laugh at things I dont find funny, just to test my limits.
Sometimes I wish I could do things differently.
Sometimes I get so overwhelmed by a feeling of happiness I could swear its the happiest moment of my life and that it could never be matched.
Sometimes Im completely EMO.
Sometimes I have Bloggerhea, Sometimes, I dont and Im sorry that lately ive been slacking if anyone has even noticed.

Sometimes I think we all need some marching band/chanting/beach boys esque tunes.
Click here to listen to PANDA BEAR- COMFY IN NAUTICA
Eventually I will learn how to stream it directly onto this page, until then put up with me please.. Tips, anyone??

GIMME, GIMME..

I promised myself that I wouldnt give britney any exposure due to every Blog Dick and Harry out there bashing her and her performance at the VMA's - BUT--after seeing this clip, I had to cave in.
Hi, is one flew over the cukoo's nest there? Why doesn't anyone ever cry like this over me? Wait nevermind, Im scared.



Call me crazy, but i think this person is a guy. I'll leave the rest up to you guys. Perez Hilton MIGHT want to hire some security, i'm just saying...

Ok, and....

I know quite a few people who speak in riddles. I never understand this kind of interaction. Why is it so hard for people to say what they mean? I speak english. I try to convey what im trying to say with sentences, not fragments. Someone I know very well used to speak to me in riddles. I used to go insane from it. Life is complicated enough as it is, why make it cryptic too? Life is not a game of CLUE, I am not Colonel Mustard, and I did not do it in the study with the rope. Ya get the drift? If one has something to say, why cant they just say it?? GOSH.

I Beg Your Parking?

Is it me or are parking lots out of control lately? Yes, I know that certain lots are a bust out, like the one right near Barneys, and Solo building on 57th, but things are outta control lately.
Yesterday, I went to Saks to buy a birthday gift. Forgetting the fact that lately, i find it a bit unnerving when I try to park my car and wait for a ticket - the attendant stares at the car with this judgemental look, looking for dents to point out to you . I always feel the need to defend each scratch and be like, 'oh that dent, wasnt my fault, this girl just hit me when i was parked" "could you believe it?" Why does parking ones car have to feel like a deposition?.. Anywhoo..
No joke, I was there from 1-3:06. Fifty nine she says. I have the 40 dollars in my hand thinking ok, I know its a rip off, but im lazy and wont walk more than a block anywhere. I said i'm sorry, I thought you just said 59, how much? She says "yea, 59 dollars" $59!!! as she looks at me unflinching with her 10 dollar press on nails. Anyone who knows me knows that i'm not like that at all. But sixty dollars to park your car for 2 hours and 6 minutes? Jeez, all I did was park my car in a lot. It's not like I asked them to babysit my kids or dogs or anything. Seriously, think about it, going to the movies with a date doesnt even cost 60 dollars, and there you can be entertained for 2 hours AND have a soda and a few other snacks. I look at the rates list. Up to 1 hour $23, up to 2 hours $29. More than 2 hours... $59. Im sorry, i feel so violated. It should just read, more than 2 hours... YOURE SCREWED. What is the world coming to when the girl taking your money at the parking lot makes 60 dollars a day and has the nerve to make you feel stupid when you quake at the price of a 60 dollar bill for 2 hours? Not even a hug goodbye? AND to add insult to injury, my seat is practically in the lying down position, my car smells like musk meets chinese food, the temperature was lowered AND, ANDDD they had the nerve to change the radio station. Now, correct me if im wrong, but duder just had a party in MY car, HE should pay me! I officially need a bus pass.

Told You So...

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Video won't kill these radio (and everything else they do) stars.
Wednesday 22 August 2007 at 3:07 pm
Yoo guyz, so NYLON and I have been huge fans of Jason Schwartzman for awhile now. So it is not surprsiing that a) Rooney was the previous blog post (Jason's brother Robert is Rooney's frontman), b) Jason's new project/band Coconut Records is one of the top played albums in the office right now because... well, it is sick! So when google-ing and stalking Jason and Coconut Records, I came across his music video for the great song "West Coast" off of Nighttiming (Coconut Records' debut album). Leave it to Jason to sync an epic video of epic skater Mark Gonzalez "the gonz" to some of his super sweet soothing tunes.
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Thought it was kinda cool that you read it here first. ANNND they even post the same video.
Cheers.
I have BLOGGERHEA.

Unchartered Territory

This morning I had to give six people a ride. I took my sisters car because hers has more room. It was raining and it was cold. I ran out of the house with just the key. As I pulled up to the first house, I gave the horn a honk. Nothing sounded, I did it again, nothing. I pounded the steering wheel, nothing. Are you freaking kidding me?? I thought. Who has a horn that doesnt work. I was doomed and sweatshirtless. I had to go up to every single door and ring the bell. The day had just begun and already I was screwed. Hi is omen there? Why me? Why does stuff like this ALWAYS happen to me? Whatever. As I was driving home I put her cd player on and there was not ONE song I knew on this disc. How is that even possible? I know a lot of music and this disc had not ONE song I knew. Music is a big deal to me so I sorted through her cds, I was appalled when I saw Beyonce in the selection and in a rage I slammed the hump shut. I had to listen to the radio?? Why is it that every station has people blabbing about nonsense in the AM. I just wanted a decent tune. I settled on Sheryl Crows STRONG ENOUGH on 102.7. Fine, ill take it. As she was singing it dawned on me, poor girl is singing about a man being strong enough to be her man, she sings, 'lie to me, but please dont leave... me....' Turns out Lance Armstrong wasnt strong enough to be her man and left her. Sad day. So much for songs having validity and wishful thinking. I went into foodtown to get a few groceries because what the hell its 9 in the morning and im soaking wet. As i was checking out I heard Pete Bjorn and John's YOUNG FOLK playing. I used to have it as a ring tone so I checked my phone even though I knew it wasnt possible. I was impressed that anyone else in Jersey would have this ringtone let alone in foodtown. I surveyed the lines and no one was picking up their phone. The tune carried on.. It then dawned on me, HOLY SHIT, its playing in the supermarket. WOW. Once 80 year old women are bopping along to the song while comparing the price of Charmin brand toilet paper to the sand paper Foodtown brand its fair to say this song is Done. Cooked. Toast. As I was driving home, Marc Conh's WALKING IN MEMPHIS came on. Today wasnt going to be all that bad after all.

Ew, Unfresh.

I think that Colgate original toothpaste is the best kind out there on the market. When I want to have a childhood flashback id even settle on Auquafreash, you know the one with the 3 colors that looks so cool in the clear dispenser? What really grosses me out is this new gel craze? EWWWW. When im brushing my teeth I like to see bubbles and a work up of foam in my mouth. Its the only way I really know that im getting a good cleaning, I like to put a thick strip on my toothbrush of white paste and watch that strip turn into a bubble bath in my mouth. The other day I noticed that I was out of colgate and opted to use whatever was in the bathroom. I seriously got sad when I saw this aesthetically pleasing modern looking triangularish shaped bottle of toothpaste gel sitting on the sink counter. What is this crap, I went to put it on my toothbrush and it seriously ran thru the bristles, if it runs through the toothbrush like this, imagine what it does in your mouth? How could this runny substance clean anything let alone a mouthful of teeth? Granted the tube never loses its shape and youll never have to rub out that glob of paste stuck to the sink when using colgate, but part of the fun with colgate is squeezing it to the last drop, contorting it into all kind of shapes and angles just to get that last drop out. Then after brushing having that option to be completely lazy and scuzzy and leave the globs of white in the sink (gross) or rubbing it out with your thumb so that your brushing experience was all to yourself. How lazy have we americans become when we need watered down blue crap to brush our teeth with that has no lather, no substance or authenticity. Do we really need to cut down on our brushing time that badly where tooth brushing time is just as mundane as every other event that transpires during the day? I think not. I refuse to give into the lazy boy solution to brushing my teeth. What next? Just squirt the gel into your mouth and itll do all the rest for you? Gosh. That junk seems just as effective as swishing around a mouthful of mouthwash instead of brushing ones teeth. Im gonna keep it old school until Colgate stops making their original red and white tube of fresh. I will have a a bubbly suds party in my mouth 3 times a day and smile like a mean it and theres nothing anyone can do to stop me.

The Boogie Man Cometh

As a child I always saw the boogie man as a scary dark smokey ghost who tormented little kids when the house was empty. He was mean and intimidating. He paid you a visit when you were punished, he hid under your bed when you watched a scary movie and he surfaced when all the adults were gone. He followed you to the basement when you went to find a book at night in the dark and he followed you to the kitchen in the middle of the night when all were aleep. But today- If you ask me, the boogie man is still alive and well. As I go thru life now I no longer see the boogie man as a mean spirited phantom, I see him as someone or something that stands in my way and prevents me from feeling safe and from feeling centered. I have had many a run ins with this said boogie man. Follow me on this one for a moment, will you?
The boogie man has been my chemistry teacher. Chemistry was the course I got an F in and it still bothers me til this day. The boogie man was the cop who pulled me over once and made me so uncomfortable when he made me step out of my car in a dress and made me pick up a wrapper I dropped out the window at night in the dark. The boogie man was someone whom I was with for a very long time who always made me feel as though I was never good enough. The scream machine was and still is the boogie man to me. My credit card is the boogie man sometimes, tempting me to buy things I dont need. The mean boss at LA smoothie was the boogie man for a while, she was always so mean. my scooter was the boogie man too before I learned how to ride it. Shit, even my mac was the BM at one point when I was apple illiterate. The DMV was home to all boogie men, its where they all congregated and set out on their mission for the day.. I once viewed my trainer as the boogie man. Haahaah. Now I know that this sounds really dorky and corny but its true. We empower our own boogie men. Ive given so many people and situations the power to scare me, but in all honestly, its a weak way to live. We all need to grow some you know whats, and face up to our own boogie man because only then do they diminish and turn into little cockroaches. With that being said, that bird that shit on me the other day, was my daily visit from the boogie man in the avian form. Just kidding, obvs. Feeling afraid feels good sometimes because it lets me know that I am human, conquering my fears lets me know that I am capable and strong.. So yeah, look your boogie men in the eye and watch them disintegrate, trust me its been working a ton for me lately. We all have nothing to fear but fear itself, right? and of course, the hairy dark ugly smokey boogie man.
Heres a song I like to listen to when i conquer a biggie. Enjoy.



MODEST MOUSE- FLOAT ON

Hit Me With Your Best Shot.

A little while ago I was riding my pride and joy doing some errands along the water. I was wearing a flarey shirt and shorts which isnt a really good idea due to the wind factor, but of course I realized it after I was well on my way. So yeah, my whole stomach and back was exposed.... Best part was I had no idea because my helmet is like a cage so its impossible to even look down, thanks to way too many thumbs up by passerbys I eventually figured it out. Moving along, after trying to tuck in my shirt somewhat, a block later I felt a huge mass fall from the sky, slapping into my chest like a big rock, then hitting my somewhat exposed stomach.."what the hell was that?, ouch!!" Now, there was nothing I could do, I was in the middle of a main road and I couldnt just stop, I needed to be tough.. I finally hit a red light and felt my chest. It confirmed my inkling, A bird had just SHIT on me. What the hell are the odds that a bird shits on ME while riding MY scooter, there were a zillion cars around me...I touched my chest and after further investigating I found that , It was also in my hair, on my hand, on my stomach. This bird was no chickadee nor pigeon, this mustve been an obese falcon because the amount of shit I was covered in was enough to fills a babys pamper. I rode shit clad 2 more miles to the pharmacy where I needed to get wipes and regroup. The pharmacist and the workers were dying when they saw me. They needed five minutes to compose themselves. I laughed with them, but the joke was on me, I regrouped and left.

I guess im just destined to always be shit on one way or another.

The End.

SO....

SOMETIMES I HAVE BLOGGERHEA, SOMETIMES I DONT is my blog where I say what I want.

Nerd.

I dont know what it is exactly that makes me laugh so hard from the word nerd. Maybe its just that its the cleanest possible insult word that I know. I remember when my dad went to open school night and met our new principal, I asked him when he got home what he thought of him and he just said "hes a nerd" It was hysterical. My dad just made fun of our new leader and he was my hero.
When I was in sixth grade, I was promoted to the smart class. Apparently my achievement test scores were in the 94th percentile. When I got my class cards revealing this new class number I cried and insisted that there was a mistake. "Thats the nerdy class", I said to my mom. I had her call the school to confirm. After a long conference with the dean, it was revealed that this was not a bad dream, I was now in the smart class. I already felt my friends distancing themselves. The nightmare was beginning.
Thing is, when youre in the average class, there is this unspoken bond between the classmates. Everyone passes their tests most of the time and everyones homework gets somewhat done and is in exactly the same wording. But the main mission on a daily basis was to goat each other on until someone got in trouble, thrown out of class and/or made a teacher cry or curse. We'd high five each other and brag about the havoc we wreaked over lunch mid day. My mind went blank. What the hell was I going to do in a class where no one cheated, and you were deemed cool based upon how many number 2 sharpened pencils you had on hand in your jansport? I didnt belong there. I didnt have a pen pal and I never made study plans on the weekend. I hated jeopardy and only ate sugar cereals for breakfast. I had never eaten a nutri grain bar and my mom wasnt on the PTA.
I went to class and sulked the whole time. "What do you mean everyone does their extra credit work on the weekend?" "Wait, everyone did ALL of their homework and no one wanted to "loan" me theirs during lunch time?" "We dont eat snacks during class and pass notes?? What the hell was this, reform school?" The kids in the class werent exactly inviting me to join their study clicks either. They were just as annoyed having me in the class as much as I was unhappy to be there. "She probably cheated" I once heard the head nerd say to the other queen nerd.
After crying in the principals office for days and nagging my mother to death, she finally agreed to insist that they change my class. My teacher whom I was terrified of, asked me to meet with her before lunch one day. I went sweaty palmed into the classroom . This 85 pound woman scared the living death out of me. She in her soft spoken voice, urged me to give it one last try. She completely believed in me and that made me feel good. I also felt sad because I knew that I was letting her down and everyone else who was so proud of me.
I did move classes, the teacher never did say hello to me again. My parents were so cool, they always supported the big fish in the little pond theory and it saved my mental state in school. I felt badly, but also so much happier to be with my friends and out of the nerdy zombie class. I was content sneaking tostitos at 10 am in my mouth in between sentences and one day even having to perform the heimlich maneuver on myself mid bite when the teacher called on me and I choked on the corn chip when i tried to hide my chewing. I was fine sharing my homework with my friend who was playing f-zero all night long on super nintendo and just didnt feel like doing their social studies work. This was where I was comfortable.
Looking back, its quite ironic that I felt so strongly because today I am content with being a nerd. I like to read and learn. I love sharpened pencils and I love nerds. Im still a complete goofball but I definitely have a nerdy side to me. I love going to the bookstore when I have nothing to do and getting lost inside. I love reading about things that I want to learn more about on Wikkipedia, and a trip to staples during back to school always excited me. Had I stayed in the nerdy class I probably wouldnt have been Student Council president, because lets face it, I won because I was crazy and goofy and because I had enough time on my hands (thanks to cliffs notes) to challenge teachers and insist that z100 be played in the hallways during period switches. Today, Id probably get more street cred had I been an awkward nerd in school, but I wasnt and thats that.

Missed Connections..

Im not gonna lie here. I think that the MISSED CONNECTIONS section on craigs list is quite adorable. Every once in a while I find myself combing through it. I cant even believe that Im admitting this, but I look at it partly out of boredom and sometimes when Im hoping that someone is writing to me. The internet is a scary/amazing place. I first learned about this section after reading an article in a magazine about people who found their true partners thanks to MC. I couldnt believe that 2 people could really connect in such a random way. Lets face it, i think we have all been in the position where we see someone on the street, in a store, or at a party and feel a certain something towards someone. Whether it be a physical connection or a thought provoking second. The concept is quite brilliant and optimistic to think that there was some sort of recourse for such a missed opportunity. Id always looked for tickets on the site for shows and stuff. But, after reading this article I kinda wondered if someone would ever seek me out that way. The other day I took this wonder a step further in my head and thought.. What would happen if someone did indeed post one about me walking in my navy and white polka dotted dress in Union Square carrying the Duane Reade bag, avidly reading my email on my sidekick? How freaked out would I be? Would I even respond? What if I did and so much as remembered this person? Oh shit! What if this person was a completely skinny, scrawny, and ugly greasy haired creep? Or worse, what if he was 45 and still lived with his mother and wore khakis and a blue button down with a brown braided leather belt?? What if I took it even a step further and we made plans to meet up (with a chaperone and some mace of course) and it turned out to be my sister playing a prank on me. My sister would so do something like that to me. It was then that I realized, Im not so sure its all that ideal to meet someone this way.. flattering absolutely! soul mate worthy, not so much, although I never say never.. will I keep reading them for fun? Hells yeah!

Nice to meet you.

Recently, I have come to the conclusion that I like the act of introducing people to one another. I think that its so much fun meeting new people and if I can in any way bring two people together it makes it all the more exciting. I know this sounds dorky, but its true. To me theres nothing more awkward than getting stuck in a situation where two people are talking and I have no idea who the other person is. Its super uncomfy and Im usually waiting to either be introduced or be lured away by someone or something else, if im not introduced within 30-40 seconds.
I can pretty much talk to a wall if need be. Initiating conversation is another story, but once its started, I can hold my own for sure. Now one thing that really irks me though is when youre newly introduced to someone and the introducer has to make an exit to the bathroom. This happened to me last night and I wanted to CRY, it was so strange being left with a complete non responsive stranger. YIIIKES. Anyway obviously lived through it. So yeah..

In other news, Ive been obsessed with the band COCONUT RECORDS ( JASON SCHWARTZMAN'S latest project) for the past week. (thanks d) I love this guy and I used to love PHANTOM PLANET. He was so freaking adorable in Shop Girl the movie. His voice is so soothing and sweet. Yes, I want to marry this guy, I dont care that hes 3 inches shorter than me. I mean, look at this face!!

Yes thats him on the left.

My personal favorite track is WEST COAST, but NIGHTTIMING is great too, the whole record is presh. I really want the tote bag that they make too.
Anyway, check out the song.. heres the VIDEO for it, Not my style, but Just listen to the song. So cute. Get ready to hum along to this one and become super hooked on this tune. Enjoy!

Honestly..

I havent posted in a while simply because I think im going through a dull period. I guess its called writers block or whatever, Ive just been uninspired. Why is it that Im always feeling like I have forty things to say or none at all? But anyway...

I was stuck at 5:00 yesterday on Park Avenue and 46th after a grueling day, I needed to get to my car on Park and 32st, of course no cabs. I flag an off duty town car, he says 20 dollars, I look at him and say WHAT? I offer ten, he says 15? I say NO, he zooms off. STRANDED. I looked down at my legs and realized that my dress was quite short and that hailing a cab would show a bit more skin than I felt like showing. It was no time to sweat that though. I saw an off duty cab and motioned that I just needed a straight ride down, he waved me in. This dude was amazing. He turned on his meter and lit his cigarette. I almost died. This dude was my hero, I asked if it was ok if I had a smoke after my grueling day and he said " why not, I am? need a light?" I smiled and thanked him for making me smile for the first time all day. As he dropped me off and I opened the door, a cute girl in pants asked if he'd take her downtown, he said, "sorry, im off duty" Dresses always prevail.
PS- my fare was 6 dollars, I gave him 9, screw that town car freak.


Oh and by the way...
My license ordeal is still screwed, I got a notice from the DMV apologizing that my picture didnt process and that I need to go back.... Im speechless about this one. Prepare for STOPPPPP ITTTT Part II.

New Meanings

The other day while driving in the car, my ipod shuffle landed on the song CHASING CARS by SNOW PATROL. I know that most people are probably sick of this song and stuff, but the song took on a new meaning for me. I was sitting in the car with someone who is really special to me and whom im close with.. Without getting into it really, I just want to say that ive always equated this song with a romance between a guy and a girl in a relationship, but this time it meant something completely different. I equated the song with a relationship, but of a different type, a completely non romantic one. I felt like the song was talking about something that was strained and was/is struggling to be repaired. It made me feel like, lets set all things aside and just be. I know that this sounds mega emo but I felt so in the moment. It felt like the song was giving off a Life is too short to hold grudges and sometimes pride gets in the way of really conveying how we feel. Those 3 words can mean so many different things. Like- I dont know, Im so sorry, I love you, Lets let go, Lets move on. perhaps some can relate. Its just that I love when certain songs suddenly take on new meaning after theyve always represented something completely different. Music is truly a source of relief for me on so many different levels. Even the simplest lyrics can hit me hard and change my outlook on things or just make me in touch with the way im feeling with such clarity.

STOPPPP IT.

Yesterday I spent most of the day at the DMV in brooklyn. Yeah, it was definitely an experience. Not one I would care to relive ever again. That place is the pits. It was my second time going there in 2 days and I wasnt going to risk having to go back. Why you ask? I needed to change my license over to a NY state one. It seems that in order to do this, you must have.. drumroll please.... 1. Actual birth certificate. 2. Social security card. 3. Passport. Now if you ask me, its a bit hysterical considering that you just need a fake license to blow up a plane but to switch over a state license that is valid, you need a complete write up of your lineage. It made me wonder, what does one do if they are like 60 and they need to do this? I mean, to have your birth certificate from that long ago along with your original social security card too?? Sheesh. Anyway, in getting all of my documentation together I discovered that for over 20 years, my mom had me thinking that my birth weight was 9 lbs 3 oz. It turns out I was 9.2. I was livid. How could she make such an error? I have been living a lie all of this time. Upon confronting her with this info, she was like, no way. You were 9.3, for sure. Whatever, I was a blimp.
Anywhoo, this girl standing in front of me had none of the required credentials but she was hell bent on getting her license. I had the conversation with her in my head but declined giving her my input. I was too freaked out by her constant swaying back and forth. This was completely freaking me out. Im waiting on this line for a good hour and this girl is swaying nonstop. I tried to just back up a bit so as not to be right on top of her but the dude behind me had halitosis to another level. I suddenly found myself entrapped by the 2 things that haunt me most. Fidgetting AND foul odors. I thought to myself why? What did I do to deserve this fate? Clearly there had to be a deeper meaning for this ordeal. And then it came to me. Gd was trying to test me to see if id really follow through with this process, because he knew that under such circumstances, id normally jet the hell out of there. This was an endurance test and I wasnt going to fail. I took some deep breaths in my hand and fought back the urge to grab her shoulders to hold her still and scream STOPPPPPP, PLEASE!!!! In turn I started to just hum the song GANGSTAS PARADISE to myself and she was eventually thrown off the line for not having proper documentation. I finally reached the front, took a crappy pic and had to wait on the other line to pay and claim my license. Another hour. Twas torture.com but I am stronger from the whole experience and glad its over with.

Are You There Gd? Its Me, Margaret.

Im writing this blog thing and supposedly people read it, from what theyve told me so, why doesnt anyone ever leave me any love? I dont care who you are.. just say something, its so cold and empty here. Whatevs- read it, dont read it, say hi, dont say hi, its fine.
Anyway... In other news, Khiels lip balm is pretty much the shit. If you dont own it, youre missing out. I officially cannot live without that white tube. Its especially amazing when its a little melted making it all the more smooth. So one might want to consider buying a tube when they have an extra 6 dollars in their pocket begging to be spent. Theres spf in it too. PS. Carmex is so 90's.
Whoever reads my notes would especially be proud of me upon hearing this tidbit of news. I sat by MYSELF at the Feist concert the other night. I hadnt planned on doing it but I did. Had some issues meeting my friend there and the concert had already started, so some random person happened to have an extra ticket and gave it to me. Yes, this was a seated concert, so I get like 6 extra brave girl points. Not gonna lie, was a little awkward sitting alone while everyone there was cuddling around me, But its done, I have officially attended a concert semi alone. After this one, the movies will be nothing. I opted not to buy a tee shirt because thats where the friend comes in handy, with the .. "which one do you like? you think small or medium? black or red.." Buying a tee alone would be a bit too much out of my comfort zone. Then EVERYONE would know that I was alone. I might as well make a tee that says, IM WITH MYSELF. PS- The show was ridiculously good. Goosebumps like whoa.
Oh, and the song im listening to right now is DID I TELL YOU by THE SPINTO BAND. Its not new or anything. I really like these guys, too bad they always play in hoboken on like, yom kippur. Oh well, give it a spin if you want. Its upbeat and bop worthy while seated, eyes glazed over at your computer screen. Im actually bopping to it now, for all of those who needed a visual. PS.. listen to all their songs.. MOUNTAINS, BROWN BOXES and a bunch of others. NICE & NICELY is the album

Plain & Simple

I love the song HEY THERE DELILAH by PLAIN WHITE T'S. To keep is short and simple, I think that the song is probably the sweetest song a boy can write for a girl. Recently when I was away with my sister, I had this song playing on repeat non-stop. It switched off between that and hat BRIGHT EYES song I wrote about the other day. Danielle told me that she heard it on the radio the other day and my heart fell for a second. I loved that it was kind of a secret to the mass population. It was kind of like my baby in a sense. Emily and I have loved this song for a good year and a half and we used to squeal whenever we talked about it. Z100 is loving it now too. I'm really happy for TPWT's. I hope this Delilah is a real girl and worships the ground he walks on. Although, theres this one line that he sings that irks me a bit.. it goes like this... HEY THERE DELILAH YOU BE GOOD AND DONT YOU WORRY, 2 MORE YEARS AND YOULL BE DONE WITH SCHOOL, AND ILL BE MAKING HISTORY LIKE I DO.. Sounds a bit cocky but then he redeems himself with the rest of the yummy lyrics. I dont want to spoil it for anyone who hasnt listened to the song yet, which, chances are, if you know me, I pretty much have shoved this song down your throat and made you tell me how cute it was. So, yeah, I want someone to write me a song. Keep in mind the song should be a nice one, not an "I curse the day we ever met" song. K, thanks.

Sofa song

Ugh, I absolutely love this song. I love the Kooks, though they have been one of my faves for a while now. They are just one of those bands that alway put me in a good mood when listening to them. They are so upbeat and their sound is just uplifting. With so many bands coming out of the UK sounding so much like one another, these guys are quite refreshing. They have a bit of a retro sound to their music which always gets me. Suprisingly I like all of the songs on the INSIDE IN/INSIDE OUT album. Usually with brit bands I tend to like one or 2 songs possibly even 3 max. This is what what makes THE KOOKS stand out. My personal faves are SOFA SONG, OOH LA and NAIVE. TOO MUCH OF NOTHING is another great track. I like their lyrics, always witty and different. Theyre able to sing about angst and still manage to sound amazing without any hint of cheese. The lead singer gets all riled up and his voice gets all hoarse and cute. Ugh, love it! And dare I say, Sofa Song is a great song to put makeup on to. Mascara especially- Sorry, but its true. Ok, I promise to refrain from mood songs for at least a day.

Are you the one?

I love The Presets. They are an amazing male duo out of Australia. Their sound is so chamelon like. On certain tracks they sound so raw and edgy and on others they give off a really soothing vibe. The minute I hear ARE YOU THE ONE (raw n edgy) I am literally ready to stop whatever it is im doing, just to roll out my killer dance moves and scream along to the words. Yes, Im a dork. I also like to make this really angry face while Im trying to imitate their voices and sing along to the song. Whoa, too much info! Listen to the song, youll know exactly what I mean, promise. I also love their song called GIRL AND THE SEA (soothing), I dont make that said face when listening to this song. Its actually a great song to drive to as well as get dressed to. I highly recommend the Presets. With that being said, Eleanor, turned me on to this show called NEW YORK NOISE. Its quite funny. They cover the indie music scene and what not. Check out this clip of The Presets being interviewed by my future husband. PS- hes referring to me when he sings his little jam, but dont tell anyone.

The brakeman comes my way.

So anyone who knows me knows that I am infatuated with Bright Eyes, ahem, Conor Oberst. I think the man is a genius and is one talented boy. With that being said, I cannot stop playing the song IF THE BRAKEMAN COMES MY WAY on repeat. Its off of the latest Cassadanga album, which I must admit, took a bit of time to get used to. After seeing him for the 4th time last week, I am smitten by this song. Theres just something about the way he is with words that makes me feel so inspired to just open up a thesaurus and write someone a little poem or something. Eh, whatever.
I really like his music. His show at Town Hall was great but it was the projector screen behind him that really put the cherry on the cake. It was so colorful and vibrant. He used little things you'd buy at a craft store, like glittery pom poms and little rubber cut out shapes and had someone just move them around along to the beat of the music. Hard to explain, but so different. His performances are always great but I think I liked seeing him at a stand up venue a little bit more than a seated one. There was one girl who was really weird sitting next to us. She was barefoot and rocking out. You cannot rock out to Bright Eyes, I dont care what youre on. Its like rocking out to a Deathcab for Cutie concert. Now, that one was a horse of another color. Man, those boys are so boring to see live. Im yawning just thinking about it. So yeah, check out this song and SOULSINGER IN A MARCHING BAND as well as EVERYTHING MUST BELONG SOMEWHERE which is a bit of an older one of my favorites that made it onto this album as well.

But why?

I just figured i'd start a lil blogger thing because I am constantly feeling the need to store the random, twisted and opinionated thoughts that run through my head- daily, on paper. So here it is. Im too fat to be a hipster is now revamped and up and alive again. I hope anyone who actually reads this thing enjoys it . I would like to say that it will be completely dedicated to my views on music and stuff, but knowing me, I will cover anything that I feel like "talking" about. Enjoy, treasured readers and haters.