I’ve been up to phenomenally little:

• Hanging out in the park
• Riding my bike
• Movie’s I’ve watched: “Pineapple Express” (clearly I’m not the target audience for this), “Bachelor Party,” “The Parent Trap,” (original one) “Rashomon,” and “Ikuru.”
• Summer Cats at England Belongs to Twee. I didn’t like this record at all when it arrived at WPRB; in a live setting they are completely different, and I’d say better, band. One of my big twee pet peeves (tweepeeve?) are girl singers. I know, there’s a history of great ones (Amelia Fletcher), but most of them are terrible. They’re clearly stuck on stage as twee boy eye candy, lack any presence, and are terrible singers. I know the whole twee revival tries to paint the whole thing as shiny happy (that’s nostalgia for ya), but the underlying gender issues were one of the reasons I never felt quite at home in that whole scene. Anyway, what I did like about Summer Cats was that they inverted the formula: ladies on instruments, guy singer in front. And they were far noisier than anticipated.
  
  EBTT are hosting an all-ages gig this weekend at the Ox with the Standard and locals Post Post. I’m not entirely sold on Post Post (they have a dreadful keyboard player), but you know I’m all for the ladies and the guitars and the doing things.
• Last night I was a waffley mess of plans: Karaoke? Some DJ at Voyeur? Stay in and eat pizza? I couldn’t make up my mind, so Julia Factorial made it up for me, and I went to KFN for the Pierced Arrows gig. Ever do that thing where you’re so tired at a show that you close your eyes and start gently headbanging so that everyone thinks you’re really into it, but all you really want is to curl up and sleep? That happened to me last night, right in the middle of their set, when they busted out the mid-tempo rockers. I had to go into the freezing cold bathroom to wake myself up. It was worth it.

I feel like Gutter from PCU was unfairly ridiculed. After all, he was into music made in 1989. In retrospect that was a killer year for rock, hip-hop, and so on. Not only that, he managed to land George Clinton for the party! And still,  Droz decides to start a “Gutter is a tool” chant — I mean, WTF? Dude saved the party!

For every douchenozzle who questions radio’s relevancy in 2010, I humbly submit WFMU as evidence to support the idea that radio still matters. Ditto for any other freeform station.

A worthwhile radio station isn’t about playing music listeners are going to like. Great radio stations keep people on their toes and surprise them each step along the way. (In fact, I am suspect of the station that constantly aims to please; they are not unlike a slutty college girl with low self-esteem, you know?)

Anyway, I’m writing this because if you haven’t to donated to WFMU’s annual marathon, you should fix that oversight. Like, now.

- Grading 50 papers in the span of 5 hours.

- Grading under the influence of — and I say this shamefully — Taco Bell.

- Dealing with people who clearly exist in some fantasy world.

- Dealing with people who refuse to take some shred of accountability for their dumbassery.

- Being a total freakazoid spazz to the hot Trader Joe’s cashier that was chatting you up.

- Forgetting to bundle up.

- Turning in homework that blatantly ignores the basic rules of grammar, spelling, structure, and so on. You’re not Faulkner, e.e. cummings, whatevs.

aryon asked: you coming to the surfer blood show on monday? I'll be theeeeerrrrrreeeee!

Why not? Send me details!