Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
3.31.2008
Holy Hell Geekery, Batman!
The Raconteurs have a new album. And they're on tour. Granted, they aren't quite as good as The White Stripes, but I'll take what I can get since Meg's having problems. You see, Jack White is a god - a musical diety. In person, he's a real sweetheart and genuinely appreciative of his fans. When I met him, I was starstruck for a week. Ticketmaster sends me little alerts when a band they think I like comes to town. After learning of the new Raconteurs album, via said Ticketmaster alert, I was curious to view their website. It is (and this is where the geekery comes into play) set up to look like an old-school green-screen computer monitor, like the kind they have in 80's movies like Terminator. A true geek could probably tell you the make and model and OS for the thing, but I'm not that good. Anyway, go an check it out, even if you don't like the band. You'll see what I mean and then I won't feel so stupid.
8.29.2007
To JW, from Hell
Dear Jack,
Why is it that The White Stripes rock so damn hard? I recently picked up your new album, Icky Thump, and I must have listened to it thirty times since. I can’t get enough of it, from Conquest all the way to A Martyr for My Love, which is my favorite track. After having been a band for so long, I guess I expected The White Stripes to get stale eventually. I suppose that I am used to that from a lot of bands who keep putting out what are essentially the same songs year after year. I am also used to only finding about half of an album enjoyable, whereas I can listen to The White Stripes (any album) all the way through and love what I hear.
I met you briefly when you were in Denver with The Raconteurs. I was the girl standing next to the guy with the foot high mohawk. No, I don’t expect you to remember, especially since I was entirely too star-struck to say anything to you. All I could do was shake your hand and stammer. I’ve spent a lot of time hanging out by tour busses, trying to meet my favorite stars. But, I was so impressed by how friendly and appreciative you were to all of your fans standing outside that day. Sorry to say, but I thought whatshisname was a prick. That’s probably why I’m not as much of a Raconteurs fan.
Your show with Meg last year at Red Rocks was amazing! I really hope you stop by again soon for another show. Thanks for putting out yet another kick-ass album! Say “Hi” to Meg for me too.
Love,
Neko
Why is it that The White Stripes rock so damn hard? I recently picked up your new album, Icky Thump, and I must have listened to it thirty times since. I can’t get enough of it, from Conquest all the way to A Martyr for My Love, which is my favorite track. After having been a band for so long, I guess I expected The White Stripes to get stale eventually. I suppose that I am used to that from a lot of bands who keep putting out what are essentially the same songs year after year. I am also used to only finding about half of an album enjoyable, whereas I can listen to The White Stripes (any album) all the way through and love what I hear.
I met you briefly when you were in Denver with The Raconteurs. I was the girl standing next to the guy with the foot high mohawk. No, I don’t expect you to remember, especially since I was entirely too star-struck to say anything to you. All I could do was shake your hand and stammer. I’ve spent a lot of time hanging out by tour busses, trying to meet my favorite stars. But, I was so impressed by how friendly and appreciative you were to all of your fans standing outside that day. Sorry to say, but I thought whatshisname was a prick. That’s probably why I’m not as much of a Raconteurs fan.
Your show with Meg last year at Red Rocks was amazing! I really hope you stop by again soon for another show. Thanks for putting out yet another kick-ass album! Say “Hi” to Meg for me too.
Love,
Neko
8.23.2007
HellTunes
My boss is being a cunt and a half lately. And I've been going off and getting irresponsible with my new friend.
Here's today's listening choice:
A Martyr For My Love For You by The White Stripes from the Icky Thump album.
Here's today's listening choice:
A Martyr For My Love For You by The White Stripes from the Icky Thump album.
8.17.2007
8.07.2007
8.06.2007
Another Great Artist Who Lives in Hell
Small Change (Got Rained on With His Own .38)
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving mad,
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill,
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "Buddy, come on in, 'cause
'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp
Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight"
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected,
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street,
And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And no one's gone over to close his eyes
And there's a racing form in his pocket,
Circled "Blue Boots" in the third
And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word
As the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his wallet
Well, a surveillance of assailance, it that's what you want to call it
And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics
With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, and nah,
She won't let you kiss her, but what the hell do you expect?
And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume,
Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June, but
But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And his headstone's a gumball machine,
No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And a fistful of dollars can't change that,
And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ring
And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the Nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, yeah,
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
~~Tom Waits
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving mad,
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill,
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "Buddy, come on in, 'cause
'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp
Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight"
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected,
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street,
And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And no one's gone over to close his eyes
And there's a racing form in his pocket,
Circled "Blue Boots" in the third
And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word
As the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his wallet
Well, a surveillance of assailance, it that's what you want to call it
And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics
With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, and nah,
She won't let you kiss her, but what the hell do you expect?
And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume,
Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June, but
But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And his headstone's a gumball machine,
No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And a fistful of dollars can't change that,
And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ring
And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the Nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, yeah,
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
~~Tom Waits
4.12.2007
A Fire In Hell
I just know I'm about to dis' someone's favorite band right about now. It's not intentional. Well, the dis' is intentional, but not because it's someone's favorite band. I imagine that every music enthusiast has at least one band that's their "guilty pleasure". It's that band that you'd be embarassed for the "cool kids" to know you listen to. It's that one singer you know is terrible, but it's catchy and you can't resist it for some reason. For Shenry, it's Dragonforce. (That's right buddy, I busted ya out online!) My brother hates Eminem because he's a juggalo now. But, back in the dizzay, he used to listen to Eminem all the time.
Me? Currently the band that fits into my "guilty pleasure" category is AFI. They're bad. Not bad in the Michael Jackson sense of the word...wait let me rephrase...Not bad in the ass sense of the word, bad in a moldy bread sort of way. The singer, Davey Havok is very femme, except when he's growling the lyrics. For some reason, he reminds me of Travis Barker. The lyrics are redikulous and nonsensical and remind me of cheerleader verses. The instrumental portion is only slightly more tolerable. Every song has some sort of obnoxiously repetitive guitar riff. Basically, AFI is lame. I foolishly spent the cost of their album December Underground because I liked the song Miss Murder on the radio. At first listen of the album, I smacked myself in the forehead, thinking, "Damn. I should have just downloaded this crap." It must have been the circle of bunnies on the cover that suckered me in. But, now that I have it downloaded onto my iPod, I like to give it a listen every now and then just for fun. There's something about it that started to grow on me after the first couple of listens. Maybe because it doesn't require much thought or investment to listen to. Once you stop trying to make sense out of the retarded lyrics, it can be fun to chant along to (as long as nobody else is listening). Sshh!
Me? Currently the band that fits into my "guilty pleasure" category is AFI. They're bad. Not bad in the Michael Jackson sense of the word...wait let me rephrase...Not bad in the ass sense of the word, bad in a moldy bread sort of way. The singer, Davey Havok is very femme, except when he's growling the lyrics. For some reason, he reminds me of Travis Barker. The lyrics are redikulous and nonsensical and remind me of cheerleader verses. The instrumental portion is only slightly more tolerable. Every song has some sort of obnoxiously repetitive guitar riff. Basically, AFI is lame. I foolishly spent the cost of their album December Underground because I liked the song Miss Murder on the radio. At first listen of the album, I smacked myself in the forehead, thinking, "Damn. I should have just downloaded this crap." It must have been the circle of bunnies on the cover that suckered me in. But, now that I have it downloaded onto my iPod, I like to give it a listen every now and then just for fun. There's something about it that started to grow on me after the first couple of listens. Maybe because it doesn't require much thought or investment to listen to. Once you stop trying to make sense out of the retarded lyrics, it can be fun to chant along to (as long as nobody else is listening). Sshh!
3.30.2007
Hell's Headphone S'more
I started to get sick of some of the tunes on my 'pod, so I've been browsing and downloading lately. Here's my pick-o-the-week:
The track of note is "Zero". And it goes a little somethin' like this:
My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
Cause she's the one for me
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness
Bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms
The fashion victims chew their charcoal teeth
I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship
I never let on that I was down
You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore
You blame yourself for wanting more
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
She's the one for me
She's my one and only
I was never into Smashing Pumpkins while they were still together. Just like Nirvana, I've jumped on the bandwagon far late. But, Gerard (you know who he is by now, right?) was mentioning that one of MCR's influences was Smashing Pumpkins and I thought he was pulling a Billy Corrigan when he bleached his hair. It scared me for a moment. Well anyway, I'd liked the SP songs on the radio, so decided to LimeWire a few tracks. It's kickin' my arse. So, listen to this song and get your arse kicked already!
The track of note is "Zero". And it goes a little somethin' like this:
My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we're really gonna need'em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
Cause she's the one for me
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
Intoxicated with the madness, I'm in love with my sadness
Bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms
The fashion victims chew their charcoal teeth
I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship
I never let on that I was down
You blame yourself, for what you can't ignore
You blame yourself for wanting more
She's the one for me
She's all I really need
She's the one for me
She's my one and only
I was never into Smashing Pumpkins while they were still together. Just like Nirvana, I've jumped on the bandwagon far late. But, Gerard (you know who he is by now, right?) was mentioning that one of MCR's influences was Smashing Pumpkins and I thought he was pulling a Billy Corrigan when he bleached his hair. It scared me for a moment. Well anyway, I'd liked the SP songs on the radio, so decided to LimeWire a few tracks. It's kickin' my arse. So, listen to this song and get your arse kicked already!
3.23.2007
Hell's Headphones
I was listening to this on my iPod this morning, as I stumbled my way to the office in a pre-coffee daze. My favorite track off the album is Lunacy Fringe.
Wake up
My love
Never thought you'd make me, break me
Now I'm up from below
Such a brilliant star you are
And will your love keep burning baby
Burn a hole right through my eyes
All these short times feel like no time
I thought you ought to know
I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on? [x2]
Do, Do you, Do you know?
Do you know how long I've waited?
To look up from below,
Just to find someone like you?
And will your love light burn me baby?
Burn a hole right through my heart
I think I might just trust you, maybe
But I'm not sure
I'm not sure I wanna know
I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on?
I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on? [x2]
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
I think you could make me girl
Could make me and take my life
I know you could break me girl
Take all of me
All of me, yeah hey
Wake up
My love
Never thought you'd make me, break me
Now I'm up from below
Such a brilliant star you are
I'm so far gone now I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on?
I'm so far gone I been running on empty
I'm so far gone now
Do you wanna take me on? [x2]
I dig this song. It's got a good rythm and sympathetic lyrics. The Used is a good show to see live. They sound just like the do on the album and Greg is just a big, happy fool. (it's probably the drugs) Anyway, that's my music "pick-o-the-week"!
3.19.2007
What the Hell Have I Gotten Myself Into?
I’ve had my head up my ass lately. My room’s a mess, my diet’s gone to shit, and I’m once again spending money like it’s flying out of my ass. (although it obviously isn’t because my head’s up there) I’ve been dating someone and it’s a sticky situation.
See, he’s real nice to me. He’s brought me roses and had my nails done. He’s got a nice car and a house to himself. He treats me all the time and he’s real sweet. Problem is, I’m just not into him anymore (read “after the first date”). The other problem is, last night he just about said ‘those three little words’. I shut him up before he had the chance. Jesus, 3 dates and already he’s offering to co-sign on loans and shit. It’s too bad that I feel sick every time he touches me. I loathe him despite his generosity.
I’ve definitely been on the flip side of this coin. I finally understand why those certain few guys just up and ran. I’d up and run too. I want to up and run. But, I don’t want to break his heart. I know it’s going to happen anyway, so I’d better do it now before things get any worse. I am afraid that he’s going to stalk me, or try to hurt me. And, having already been through that experience, it’s not something I’d like to repeat. Eeesh. I guess I’m being punished again for chasing boys. Do I ever learn? Maybe the point of this one is to teach me about being too eager in relationships.
In other news, I went to see Single File on Saturday night. They’re locals that kick. Other bands playing were Box 3, The Hanks, and Saving Verona. The Hanks were bitchin’!! I’d heard of them, but never seen them or heard their music. They cooked it up on stage that night. Lead singer = really cute. I didn’t see Saving Verona, because I was too busy doing the groupie thing with The Hanks. I got them all to sign my tie. I had the school-girl outfit on. While trying to help the band pack their instruments (you can put that trombone right here, mister!), I met a dude who works with a record company. He was cute in a Rivers Cuomo kind of way and I told him as much. We hung out for the rest of the show and I got his number. No making out, unfortunately. However, I DID get Singe File to sign my underwear!!! Corey (= another hottie lead singer) said, “That’s kinda hot.” I think I said, “So are you.” I wish I’d stuck around a little longer with those guys. Why are band guys so fucking hot??!!
See, he’s real nice to me. He’s brought me roses and had my nails done. He’s got a nice car and a house to himself. He treats me all the time and he’s real sweet. Problem is, I’m just not into him anymore (read “after the first date”). The other problem is, last night he just about said ‘those three little words’. I shut him up before he had the chance. Jesus, 3 dates and already he’s offering to co-sign on loans and shit. It’s too bad that I feel sick every time he touches me. I loathe him despite his generosity.
I’ve definitely been on the flip side of this coin. I finally understand why those certain few guys just up and ran. I’d up and run too. I want to up and run. But, I don’t want to break his heart. I know it’s going to happen anyway, so I’d better do it now before things get any worse. I am afraid that he’s going to stalk me, or try to hurt me. And, having already been through that experience, it’s not something I’d like to repeat. Eeesh. I guess I’m being punished again for chasing boys. Do I ever learn? Maybe the point of this one is to teach me about being too eager in relationships.
In other news, I went to see Single File on Saturday night. They’re locals that kick. Other bands playing were Box 3, The Hanks, and Saving Verona. The Hanks were bitchin’!! I’d heard of them, but never seen them or heard their music. They cooked it up on stage that night. Lead singer = really cute. I didn’t see Saving Verona, because I was too busy doing the groupie thing with The Hanks. I got them all to sign my tie. I had the school-girl outfit on. While trying to help the band pack their instruments (you can put that trombone right here, mister!), I met a dude who works with a record company. He was cute in a Rivers Cuomo kind of way and I told him as much. We hung out for the rest of the show and I got his number. No making out, unfortunately. However, I DID get Singe File to sign my underwear!!! Corey (= another hottie lead singer) said, “That’s kinda hot.” I think I said, “So are you.” I wish I’d stuck around a little longer with those guys. Why are band guys so fucking hot??!!
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