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whoops ... guess i've been pretty busy getting my byline on tiny mix tapes. shyeah.
anyway, check this out ... sexy/scary man mike patton has another project out on record, and it features everyone from massive attack to norah jones. i know, i know, norah jones, snore, blah, lame, etc.
just trust me here.
more about the new york dolls show later, but ...
thanks to my awesome (er, right) camera phone, here's a nice low-res
shot of david johanssen of the new york dolls. who, i might add, is
doing just fine, and probably has more energy than i do. plus a touch
(or five) of glam.
i haven't been down to new york city all summer, and it's really bumming me out.
so when judy told me the new york dolls are playing a free show this friday at south street seaport, i said "fuck my financial peril, i'm going!" so i am. right after work. and then i'm coming back the next morning in time for my 1:30 shift at the vineyard. take that, monetary woes!
i'm greatly anticipating the new album from the hold steady, "boys and girls in america," and i'd probably have it already if it wasn't for my busted laptop.
but
scott said to me a couple weeks ago ... "i don't care, get a fourth job
and buy albums." he was kidding (kind of), but it got me thinking,
because we were talking about the demise of the CD ... actually, the
demise of the physical album and not just an entry on the ipod. i
realized i haven't bought an album since last summer, which was of
montreal's "the sunlandic twins."
i'll say that honestly, i can't really afford to buy every new album that comes out. and yeah, i usually get to listen to them when the radio station gets them months before their releases. annnd sometimes i get them mailed to me when i'm writing about them. but you know, i really miss walking into record shops and leaving with instant gratification. i hadn't even been in the new rhino store since they moved a year ago, and it was because i was saying hi to scott and picking up a copy of the interboro rock tribune, for which i wrote a couple of reviews. and you know, that's fucked up.
i also realized that i miss getting that little package in the mail, which usually has little stickers and label samplers and clever packaging.
so. now that i'm actually getting paid to write, i think i'll start buying albums again. starting with this one:
and then hopefully, this one:
yesterday while hanging out in newburgh (don't ask), i stopped in barnes & noble to kill some time and browsed the magazine section. it had been a really long time since i'd done that. i remember going there all the time with my mom in high school, and spending whatever money i had on copies of SPIN, uncut, and occasionally, alternative press.
i was thumbing through said magazines yesterday and realized how much they don't interest me now ... with the exception of uncut, who still make pretty amazing samplers and i still consider my uncut david bowie tribute sampler to be a prized possession. it just seems like they're all writing about the same thing, over and over. more than ever, "alternative press" is a completely ironic title. 100 best debut albums ever, blah blah blah. the strokes. okay, duh. have some imagination.
anyway,
it was just funny, because i realized i had no idea which print music
magazine is good these days, but i think i've settled on magnet. it had
an amazing interview with the walkmen and an eyewitness rundown of
SXSW. at $15/yr. for bimonthly issues with cd samplers, a subscription
is really tempting.
i also need to spend more time in bookstores.
i will maintain to the death that "the face of the earth" from the dismemberment plan's final album, change, is a flawless song.
more later, because right now i can't really listen to it. i hate it when i can't listen to some of my favorite songs because they remind me of what i'm constantly trying to put out of my mind.
you can listen to it, though.
it took me a few minutes to convince my producer at WAMC that a reissue of the beach boys' pet sounds is exciting (i still don't think i succeeded), but that's okay, because i'm still pumped. i remember a few years ago ... my friend judy berman of tiny mix tapes fame (she's "judy ain't no punk") put "hang on to your ego" on a mix for me, and it blew my mind, because there ain't no sun'n'fun to be found. that track's on the reissue, plus a couple of documentaries on the making of the album ... PLUS, it'll be released on green and yellow vinyl for the real nerds (me, if i could afford it).
anyway. put down your surfboard for a second and give this a listen.
upon further reflection, maybe hearts that could be interpreted as squished-tomato love aren't that impressive.
as if my own dang music blog wasn't enough, i'm currently waiting to
hear back from both tiny mix tapes and amp camp to see if they will accept me into their indie-rock
folds of ADD music journalism.
maybe they will google me and see these shameless declarations of
adoration (or a motivational proclamation ... eww, remember good
charlotte? i mean uh, what?).
