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Someone got groomed today! He’s clean and smells amazing. I’m going to spend the rest of my night huffing Clean Dog Smell.

It’s pretty much the perfect summer day: 69 degrees, no humidity, lots of sky.

newwavetimewarp:

Television Personalities’ magnificent “Three Wishes” single came out June 2, 1982.

There’s solitary stuff too, because I’m the songwriter and primary lyricist. I’ve been having a hard time with this one song that we wrote. I know it’s called “Goodnight, Goodbye,” and I know what it sounds like, and I know the melody, but when I go to write the verses … I’ve already written thirty versions! But I have to lock it in, so I pick one, and that’s the one I sing for the rest of my fucking life.

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Kathleen Hanna

Grace tipped me off to this article on process between Melissa Febos and Kathleen Hanna. I totally feel her on this.

(Source: bombsite.com)

ohrohin:

via judyxberman:

VICE WRITERS  Music Reviews Rating: X(((((((
Ladies, imagine being a Vice writer. Just walking around everywhere with your entitlement and ennui and midlength penis all gently bouncing in step; wearing a male tank top or a waxed mustache or some shit. Imagine having an ironic, retro-sexist dudebro-voice and getting together with a couple of other white guys and some cocaine and making your not-at-all-different voices all sync up as tautly as your nihilistic senses of humor, then snuggling all up together (no homo!) in a big Bushwick loft of partially employed trust-fund kids while something noninformative is happening on the Internet. What a life. I guess there’s the whole “everyone in the world thinks I’m an asshole” thing to deal with, too, but let’s not split hairs here: Vice writers got it pretty fucking made.


Fuck Vice forever. 

ohrohin:

via judyxberman:

VICE WRITERS
Music Reviews
Rating: X(((((((


Ladies, imagine being a Vice writer. Just walking around everywhere with your entitlement and ennui and midlength penis all gently bouncing in step; wearing a male tank top or a waxed mustache or some shit. Imagine having an ironic, retro-sexist dudebro-voice and getting together with a couple of other white guys and some cocaine and making your not-at-all-different voices all sync up as tautly as your nihilistic senses of humor, then snuggling all up together (no homo!) in a big Bushwick loft of partially employed trust-fund kids while something noninformative is happening on the Internet. What a life. I guess there’s the whole “everyone in the world thinks I’m an asshole” thing to deal with, too, but let’s not split hairs here: Vice writers got it pretty fucking made.

Fuck Vice forever. 

Wild Flag, “Short Version” Live on WBEZ’s ‘Sound Opinions’ (11/10/2011)

As soon as I’m done with my own radio program, I try to blaze through filing away my records so that I can grab as much of Sound Opinions as possible because it broadcasts locally on another station right after my own time slot. Mostly when I listen to Greg Kot and Jim DeRogatis’ show, I think about what a missed opportunity my own show is and how I should be doing something like it. Anyway, when I’m not ruminating on the missed opportunities and regrets of my past (for which I have so, so, so many) I really enjoy the banter between the two. This summer I’m excited that I’m on the air every other week (surprise?), so I get to catch the entire show.

One of the things that makes the show enjoyable are the in-studio performances, like WIld Flag’s above. I feel like I’ve watched a billion videos of this band, but I keep returning to this one and a couple others. They’re packed like sardines in the WBEZ recording studios, but it hardly makes a difference when they play. The band can barely contain itself while playing, swaying their bodies to the rhythm. In this version, I particularly love how the vocals harmonize with the melody that’s being fingertapped out in the song’s bridge, extending that note underneath the others. Wild Flag have been playing these songs for a long time now (over a year and a half!), but they manage to keep them sound fresh through very small, subtle improvised changes.

[P.S. Should I start producing a Sound Opinions-esque show? Would anyone want to be involved in putting it together with me?]

(Source: wbez.org)

How I feel when I walk through the streets of this city.

How I feel when I walk through the streets of this city.

newwavetimewarp:

Sonic Youth’s self-titled EP came out May 30, 1982. Here’s “The Burning Spear.”

Essential listening for today.

If I don’t find a pair of these stockings, I will die.

If I don’t find a pair of these stockings, I will die.

Big Dipper, “Ron Klaus Wrecked His House” Craps (1988, Homestead/Demon)

The chorus in this so is enormous, as big as the sky.

(Source: mergerecords.com)