tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31845982011-07-08T01:15:29.450-04:00BITCHINVILLEBack in the early '80s, during a long, hot summer in Redlands, CA, my brother Matt and his friend Michael Keys and I made an entire town out of orange crates and pallets. We called the town we built Bitchinville, because, to a gang of Led Zeppelin-listenin' Star Wars and Dungeons and Dragons geeks like us, it was the most bitchin' place on Earth.<br><br>
Today, my brother lives in Norway and Mike Keys is dead, but Bitchinville's memory lives on...Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comBlogger2231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-91787757610785366702010-05-21T11:42:00.004-04:002010-05-21T11:52:27.608-04:00Feeling kinda stunned that it's the 30th anniversary of The Empire Strikes Back's release. I remember the day clearly -- standing outside of the Baseline theater in San Bernardino with my Uncle Eddie, watching a bunch of ghetto fabulous dudes trip out over the lobby cards, STOKED that some dude named Billy Dee Wiliams (whom I had never really heard of) was in the movie. They literally could not Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-9331516030822452792010-04-11T15:08:00.004-04:002010-04-11T15:11:43.670-04:00Treme Feature in the GuardianHoly cow. I wrote a feature about the new David Simon HBO series Treme for the British newspaper The Guardian and yesterday I received an excited call from a friend in London about. Apparently, it's the COVER STORY of their weekend magazine. Holy cow (redux). I had no idea, but dammit, I'm a bit proud of myself.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-54926105694887756272010-04-11T14:56:00.005-04:002010-04-11T15:47:09.425-04:00BITCHINVILLE RETURNSBack in 2001 when I started this blog, I said that "I hate baseball." Nine years later, that is no longer true. In fact, I actually really love and appreciate baseball now, especially Minor League baseball. Funny how things change...Anyway, it's been FIVE YEARS since I last posted on Bitchinville and for some reason I feel the need to start posting again. Expect links to my Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1111180118311364852005-03-18T16:02:00.000-05:002005-03-18T16:08:38.313-05:00I Am a Prophet of Sexy HipnessDon't ask me how I know about this, but today on porn blog Fleshbot, there was a post about the suitability of American Apparel ads as a sort of, erm, "marital aid." The awesome thing is, I wrote about that very same subject on Bitchinville back in December of 2003! Look at the archives and see the proof of my status as cultural seer. Bow before me. Next stop: MTV Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1103659797295463782004-12-21T15:04:00.000-05:002004-12-21T15:09:57.296-05:00Achtung Christmastime!
Please to be going to the website of the Silent League, a bunch of friends who happen to play some of the sweetest music currently available to be heard by good-hearing ears. They've recorded a cover of Vince Guaraldi's classic composition "Christmastime is Here" from the soundtrack of A Charlie Brown Christmas. JUST. FOR. YOU. This is not coal, kids. This is a diamond.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1099094054701249472004-10-29T19:54:00.000-04:002004-10-29T19:58:18.900-04:00Calebstein Calebstein Originally uploaded by Gabe Soria. Please welcome Bitchinville's newest resident, my son Caleb Russell Soria. Caleb was born on Monday, October 25th at 10:44 in the morning. My girlfriend, the incredible Amanda Zug-Moore, is the woman responsible for making him such a delightful looking lad. I don't think I've loved anything quite as much as I love this guy, and that includes Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1095706559710583062004-09-20T14:43:00.000-04:002004-09-20T14:55:59.710-04:00A New Definition for the Phrase 'Card Sharp'
Once again, feeble promises to update Bitchinville have gone unkept, and I've lost the ears of whatever public I once had, I reckon. Perhaps it's for the best? At any rate, won't you please take a peek at the website of raconteur/magician/true original Ricky Jay? It's been entertaining yours truly as of late and I recommend Jay's mini-radio programs, Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1091206043320527482004-07-30T12:47:00.000-04:002004-07-30T12:47:23.320-04:00Musicals and Mexicans
It's a half-hearted stab at trying to get back in the swing of updating this thing, but I found this short list of films recommended by filmmaker Richard Linklater to be a pleasantly distracting diversion from the day's pressures and put-ons.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1085168944876204592004-05-21T15:40:00.000-04:002004-05-21T15:49:04.876-04:00It's Chilly Out Here in the Country... and Creepy, Too
Current new obsession: the Detroit band Blanche. Edward Gorey gets behind a pedal steel and the Gashlycrumb Tinies shriek with ghastly, funereal joy. (Renfeld knew the true meaning of the word "beetlemania," by the way.) And as long as I'm shilling out puns unworthy to shine Forrest Ackerman's shoes, I might as well go whole hog: Blanche Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1083267448705415832004-04-29T15:37:00.000-04:002004-04-29T15:40:34.700-04:00Creeps
Har.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1082658249221582802004-04-22T14:24:00.000-04:002004-04-22T14:27:08.340-04:00Recently Read in the Guardian:
A follow-up story on the lives of the teen stars of City of God, last year's best film, an invitation into Stanley Kubrick's scarily complete and precise archives, and a hilariously cautionary filmmaker's diary about the shooting of a less-than shoestring budget feature in Nigeria.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1078526103192500882004-03-05T17:35:00.000-05:002004-03-05T17:37:14.280-05:00Good God Gondry!
Video fun from Frenchmen and Kiwis... together! What is the secret connection between knitting and rap-rock? Find out here! Ooh... crypticisms!Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1076535293506952952004-02-11T16:34:00.000-05:002004-02-11T16:36:41.623-05:00Holy Cow (and Sheep, and Pig)
I turned 31 today. How's THAT for a navel-gazing weblog insight? I promise to change blahblahblahblahblahblah this upcoming year and to accomplish blahblahblahblahblah.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1074287167590481052004-01-16T16:06:00.000-05:002004-01-16T16:07:30.000-05:00Ladies and Gentlemen, The Slightly Bemused Marcellus Hall
Marcellus Hall. You should know him and his band White Hassle (and, for that matter, his old band Railroad Jerk). Not content with being an amazing illustrator and a great singer/songwriter/guitar player, he's also a tack-sharp wit, as evidenced by this travelogue he's written covering White Hassle's recent European tour.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1074116243411421502004-01-14T16:37:00.000-05:002004-01-14T16:38:43.450-05:00I Heart Myself
I have no idea why any of y'all would be interested in this, but over the course of last year I tried to keep a scrupulous document recording the albums which impressed me most. I was not entirely successful, as I fell into the trap of only counting records which came out in 2003 and didn't include records which I discovered in 2003, or which became important to me in 2003. Next Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1072107510099286522003-12-22T10:38:00.000-05:002003-12-22T10:42:19.013-05:00Kill All Teenagers.
No lie: while I was riding to work on the R train this morning, I watched three teenage girls begin singing "100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall" pretty loudly for a couple of stops. The other stunned patrons of the MTA, too beaten down by life and dreading their eventual arrival at their shitty jobs, looked on in dismay, horror and mute anger. I contented myself with a cool Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1071866723660190272003-12-19T15:45:00.000-05:002003-12-19T15:54:48.593-05:00Batman Adventures #9 - You'll Either Like it... or Not Like It!
Get yer booty on down to your local comic book store, boogie chillun -- I wrote the main story in the latest issue of Batman Adventures, which was released a scant two days ago. The art was supplied by my good friend Dean Haspiel, and the mighty fine back-up story was written by Vito Del Sante. Opinion seems to be split on it: the Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1071246645047904292003-12-12T11:30:00.000-05:002003-12-12T11:31:32.310-05:00Uptight Radio
This post is simply here to remind to, at some point, try to listen to This American Life and figure out what the fuss is all about.
Coming next week: my spotty list of the best records of 2003, like anybody but me gives a shit! Ha!Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1070898364987602852003-12-08T10:46:00.000-05:002003-12-08T10:47:20.780-05:00Quasi-Hipster Eros?
I don't hate to admit it: I love American Apparel's print ads. I fully support their products, and their advertising scheme craftily toes the line between salaciousness and elegance, if you give a shit about that sort of thing. Fuck it: I'm moving back to L.A.
Or not.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1069439299299740042003-11-21T13:28:00.000-05:002003-11-21T13:28:45.873-05:00One From the Heart
Caught a revival screening of One From the Heart, Francis Ford Coppola's little-seen, bittersweet, semi-musical from 1982. Ah, how I long to return to those days, where Frederic Forrest was considered a viable leading man and Terri Garr was va-va-voom hot stuff. Filmed entirely on a soundstage, which gives the film a bizarrely appealing artificial, theatrical feel. Who gives aGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1069170615221281602003-11-18T10:50:00.000-05:002003-11-18T10:59:25.466-05:00Bunnies, Getting Stronger, Getting Weaker
It is a blessing unto you that Vib Ribbon exists, even though you can't play it on your American PlayStation. Too bad. For further edification, learn about Laugh and Peace.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1069109658022565642003-11-17T17:54:00.000-05:002003-11-17T17:58:54.013-05:00Michel Gondry: Frog Genius
I am obsessed with this. It breaks my brain in the loveliest way possible.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1064936635774781382003-09-30T11:43:00.000-04:002003-10-01T15:53:40.643-04:00Electric Flannery-land?
It might be a stretch as hazy theories go, but it seems that bands like My Morning Jacket, Lift to Experience and the Drive-By Truckers are the best examples of the nouveau Southern Gothic lit experience. Half-baked, I know, but damn it if they aren't all fine bands (all of whose albums run about 100 yards long, time-wise). They're strange things, "Southern Rock" and "Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1064588424087778452003-09-26T11:00:00.000-04:002003-09-26T11:02:27.136-04:00My New Hero
Happened upon a copy of Skin Graft #67, the 67th release by the Chicago record label Skin Graft. A-doy. Not an interesting story, essentially, but there's a catch. This CD is a soundtrack by the band Cheer Accident for a 16-page comic book called "The Mystery Treasure of the San Miguel Apartments", which stars a cat (literally, a cat) named Gumballhead, and Gumbalhead is... well he'sGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1063904260276194842003-09-18T12:57:00.000-04:002003-09-19T20:46:51.000-04:00Chapterhouse Guardian
As an occasionally avid reader of the Manchester Guardian, I'm also occasionally finding little bits of grace hidden on the paper's fantastic website. Today, I discovered their meager, but intriguing, archive of articles that deal with science fiction books. Funny, informative and eminently readable, for the most part.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1063645970576473232003-09-15T13:12:00.000-04:002003-09-18T13:01:10.926-04:00Movie Reviews
I could watch Bill Murray react to shit all day. In other words, Lost in Translation was a fine film.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1063230106705954922003-09-10T17:41:00.000-04:002003-09-10T17:41:46.750-04:00Oldie
Wrote this back in 2000 (!) for insound.com, about my friends White Hassle. It's... okay.
White Hassle’s Tin Pan Dance Party
by Gabe Soria
Over a noisy midnight dinner, the members of White Hassle are discussing the dancing phenomena at their shows (people actually dance- that’s the phenomena), and the role their stripped-down sound plays in it:
Dave Varenka (funky drummer, soup-pot Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1063132192164697312003-09-09T14:29:00.000-04:002003-09-09T14:30:38.433-04:00If Your Picture Is on The Cover of a Book That You've Written or a Book That is About You...
...and you are not dead, then perhaps you should be. This goes double for books by political pundits of all stripes and affiliations. I mean, really, get over yourselves, you fucking egomaniacs. Exemptions? Some music biographies and autobiographies (especially if your name contains the words "Iggy" and/Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1062712001255677022003-09-04T17:46:00.000-04:002003-09-04T17:46:41.176-04:00Dat Old Man Ribber Has Gots Me Under Its Spell
I cannot stop listening to Down the River of Golden Dreams, the latest record by Austin-based band Okkervil River. River river river. Sad bastard country-pop at its best. The melodies? Sweet! The production? Sweet! My review? Retah-ded! Go. Listen. Watch. Buy. Eat chocolate cake.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1062622396475980872003-09-03T16:53:00.000-04:002003-09-03T17:13:16.170-04:00Things Completely Unrelated to Yours Truly
My ol' buddy Paul Cullum recently wrote an article for the LA Weekly about the incredible New Beverly Cinema in Los Angeles, perhaps my favorite movie theater ever. Ever. Themed double features that change three times a week? For six bucks? When someone tells you that Los Angeles has no culture, tell 'em to shove it up their ass.
And some cat at Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1062521909405187052003-09-02T12:58:00.000-04:002003-09-02T12:58:29.290-04:00Pigeon Guts and Sad Planet Tales
So yesterday I'm walking down Fifth Avenue in Park Slope, Brooklyn, off to the corner store to get a six-pack, when I see a stupid fucking pigeon get hit by a car. Blammo. A sickening, dull 'thunk' and the car drove on, leaving the writhing little beast to squirm in the street for a few moments, its insides hanging out, its body twisting in a slow circle until itGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1062011203160251362003-08-27T15:06:00.000-04:002003-08-27T15:06:43.240-04:00My Friends Are Talented Bastards
Case in point: this interview blows the lid off of one of Brooklyn's best kept creative secrets, namely that Nick Bertozzi, my bud, is a frickin' amazing artist and one of God's most gracious gentlemen. I mean, really; check out this great little example of his art (featuring the Flaming Lips!) if you don't believe me. If you still don't believe me, go soak yer Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1061847484588449062003-08-25T17:38:00.000-04:002003-08-25T17:40:39.536-04:00Carne Electricity
Meat Won't Pay My Light Bill, by Kurt Eisenlohr, is a very good book.
Next stop for me: the New York Times Book Review section!Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1061421485572074442003-08-20T19:18:00.000-04:002003-08-20T19:18:05.630-04:00I Am Among the Living
Are you? Feeling uninteresting and wondering if the declining rate of my posts on this blog is roughly the same as other blogs. You figure that most people are really into it at first, then get utterly fucking sick of themselves, like yrs. truly. Eh. Maybe there'll be more in the future. Who besides me would be interested in my dreams, for chrissakes? I mean, I'm no Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1060109484838303742003-08-05T14:51:00.000-04:002003-08-05T14:51:24.753-04:00A Video Star Like Jem (But No Holograms)
A video for a song off of my pal Steve Burns' upcoming record, Songs For Dustmites, has appeared on Steve's website. Great news on any day, but there's a plus (or a minus, considering yr. tastes): it features yrs. truly as a scruffy, cigarette smoking angel. How 'bout that? Go to Steve's web page to watch the clip for "What I Do on Saturday" if you know Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1058370510351376052003-07-16T11:48:00.000-04:002003-07-16T11:49:16.163-04:00Rough.
Got a few new gray hairs yesterday. And it's not the hairs that I mind, it's just the experiences leading up to their birth that get me.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1058220657955562872003-07-14T18:10:00.000-04:002003-07-14T18:10:57.970-04:00Self-Aggrandizement
For all my people out there who know how to read, why don't you take a trip down to your nearest newsagent and pick up a copy of issue 116 of Mojo magazine. The issue date is July 2003 and the lined mugs of the three remaining members of REM grace the cover. Why, you ask? Well, not only is Mojo the finest music magazine in the world, they also see fit to lower their Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1057589914692662852003-07-07T10:58:00.000-04:002003-07-07T11:04:23.930-04:00My New Obsessions
Being a huge fan of Bruce Brown documentaries (Endless Summer, On Any Sunday, etc.), this film seems like it will consume a huge amount of my time in research, anticipation, and so on. Check out the trailer for The Last Road Trip and be amazed.
In other news: don't know why it's significant, but I bought and am currently reading Edgar Rice Burroughs' A Princess of Mars, the Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1055964796389183132003-06-18T15:33:00.000-04:002003-06-18T15:33:16.376-04:00Sleigh Bells Ring, Are You Glistening?
This morning, while riding the W train over the Manhattan Bridge to work and listening to OK Computer, I came to the conclusion that pretty much any rock song with sleigh bells in it stands a chance of being halfway decent, if not completely boss.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-1055372730830700582003-06-11T19:05:00.000-04:002003-06-11T20:11:21.416-04:00Ssssshhhh...
I wrote a profile of the excellent new Brooklyn band The Silent League in issue three of Bang magazine (with the Polyphonic Spree on the cover). They're really just too good. Best damn band I've heard in ages, next to My Morning Jacket (helpfully described below). Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-950876082003-05-30T13:02:00.000-04:002003-05-30T13:02:10.020-04:00My Morning Jacket
Folks that make music this good should never have to work another day in their lives. Depressive reverb romanticism at its best. I mean, how can you argue with records that sound like they were been recorded live in the living room of a decrepit Southern mansion on a dark and rainy day while all the band members were hungover and/or heartbroken? Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-947511982003-05-22T15:41:00.000-04:002003-05-30T13:02:43.000-04:00Kooks
I'll barrel right past apologies to all who might or might not care that I haven't made a Bitchinville entry in almost two months and get right on down to the meat of the matter: Mr. Quintron. The Ninth Ward's Amazing Spellcaster has a new record out, Are You Ready For an Organ Solo?, and it's exciting news. I used to live around the corner from Quintron when I lived in New Orleans, and Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-917995402003-04-01T17:40:00.000-05:002003-04-01T17:40:47.826-05:00Erik Blevins Will Save Movies (Coming Soon to a Theater Near You)
And I do mean movies, not films. Go to bobanddavid.com.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-914367212003-03-26T16:55:00.000-05:002003-03-26T16:55:00.640-05:00The Linguistics of War
An interesting article touches upon the role that language plays in getting folks all fired up for armed conflict can be read here.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-913504182003-03-25T10:45:00.000-05:002003-03-25T10:57:56.000-05:00Real Porn, Not War Porn
My friend Jay Babcock uses part of his website to catalogue various bits of information that he's found around the internet. Aptly called Magpie, I find it to be a useful digest of news/ephemera that stimulates thought. The current edition of Magpie is horrifying, as it should be. Is it propaganda? Yes, it is. But Jesus...
At a time like this, I would suggest that all Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-913001732003-03-24T15:53:00.001-05:002003-03-24T17:41:51.000-05:00The True Power of the Blues
So this past Saturday evening I took a walk down to Southpaw, a medium-sized venue near my house to watch a little bit of ye olde boogie. Drunk Horse and All Night were on the bill, so a little bit of fuzzed-out booty-shakin' was in order. Okay. I'm walking down the street about a block from the club when I notice two girls crossing towards me on their bikes. Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-913001712003-03-24T15:53:00.000-05:002003-03-24T17:40:48.000-05:00xxxxGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-912488092003-03-23T19:52:00.000-05:002003-03-23T19:52:25.576-05:00"Metallica -- always perfect."
The above is a quote that I misheard while listening to some dorks on the television spew some bullshit about somebody's dress at the Academy Awards. I much prefer the reality that I hear and see over the one that is actually presented to me.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-910800142003-03-20T15:57:00.000-05:002003-03-20T15:57:32.263-05:00Dog Island!?
Whoa. This place is, like, heaven for Dr. Moreau types. Do you think there's an opening for a Sayer of the Law?Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-909531272003-03-18T18:19:00.000-05:002003-03-18T18:19:28.496-05:00B.F.T. (Back From Texas)
Sooooo... just arrived back in New York from a five-day jaunt down to Austin and now I'm simultaneously elated and depressed. Elated because I saw so many good old friends and drank so much good beer and ate so much good food. Depressed because I never realized how much I missed the damn place, faults and all, until I went back. This just means that I have to go back Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-897822852003-02-26T12:18:00.000-05:002003-02-26T12:18:56.076-05:00Fancy
Read Fancy Froglin.
Watch the video by the Lords of the Rhymes. (Warning: dorks rapping.)Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-896654702003-02-24T16:16:00.000-05:002003-02-24T16:16:49.110-05:00Dream On
Dreamt this weekend: at one point, I was walking around with a pillowcase filled with vomit; in another dream, I was at a funeral, and noticed that the body we were viewing had a facial cast on. I was perplexed, as a cast could have no observable benefit for the dead.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-895064972003-02-21T12:27:00.000-05:002003-02-21T12:27:48.996-05:00Just Gimme That Old Time Chamber Pop
British smoothie Ed Harcourt has just released his second record, From Every Sphere. It's somewhat dark and melancholic, but manages to maintain a sense of romantic humor about the whole deal. In short, it's damn good. Go. Unfortunately, though, it's only available in America on import for the time being.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-894399492003-02-20T11:37:00.000-05:002003-02-21T12:43:30.000-05:00Arthur
The third issue of Arthur, the "underground" paper to which I am a contributor, has just been published. The current issue features a story by yrs. truly about the Polyphonic Spree, accompanied by a badass illustration by Paul Pope. Establishment newspaper the L.A. Times has acknowledged Arthur's existence:
THE ALTERNATIVES
The Beats go on
Contemporary culture has a new champion: Arthur,Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-890938212003-02-14T10:06:00.000-05:002003-02-14T10:14:19.000-05:00Two Poems by Doug E. Doug
Doug E. Doug is black. And he's a comedian. But he's also a BLACK WEIRDO, and you know how cranky and strange those motherfuckers can be. So... anyway. These are two poems of his that were printed in a special Spike Lee-edited issue of Spin from sometime in 1990 or '91. Enjoy. (Special thanks go out Brent Rollins for dictating them to me over the phone.)
Dead Bird
Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-890367602003-02-13T10:51:00.000-05:002003-02-13T11:08:41.000-05:00Chug Chug Chug (Choo Choo Choo)
Currently, my biggest desire is to go on a really long train trip, something aimless, with a very beautiful woman. And none of this Amtrak bullshit. I'm talking old and luxurious rail travel, with no screaming kids and food that's a notch above a microwaved TV dinner. I might have to settle for the Amtrak, though. Damn. Instead of actually taking this aimless tripGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-889159262003-02-11T10:47:00.000-05:002003-02-11T10:47:27.260-05:00Birthday
Today is my 30th birthday, and I feel strangely ambivalent about it. A couple of days ago I was all a-burstin' with ideas and plans and suchlike, but now... whoo. I'm just trying to figure out what I want for lunch.
No, I'm being too passively dramatic. It's just that I feel so... blank and blah about everything. A few weeks ago I had a dream in which my friend Robert and I decided to Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-882850302003-01-30T15:26:00.000-05:002003-01-30T15:26:35.020-05:00Bacon
To be used as an adjective as well from now until the end of time, i.e., "That was some hot and sweaty bacon sex I had with that jaina, my friend! Ooo-wee!"
Can also be used as a transitive verb, "to baconize", meaning... well, whatever the hell y'all want it to mean.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-879203032003-01-23T16:58:00.000-05:002003-01-23T16:58:13.840-05:00Resolution Failure
I wrote nary a sentence yesterday. Ho hum, don't it all just suck?
The official website for David Gordon Green's second film, All the Real Girls, went up recently with nary a whimper. If you enjoyed the lackadaisical gentleness and sadness of his debut film, George Washington, you just might enjoy his follow-up. It's a romance that looks to be just as lackadaisical, gentle Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-877865882003-01-21T10:50:00.000-05:002003-01-21T11:24:12.000-05:00Laaaaaame.
I resolve to: write at least a sentence a day on this stupid blog for the next two weeks (weekends excluded) because some people have actually been complaining about the lack of posts. Crazy. I can't figure it out either. It's not like I ever have anything particularly witty or revelatory to say. I don't even have very many opinions anymore, for chrissakes. The bastards -- Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-868487802003-01-02T18:14:00.000-05:002003-01-02T18:14:40.200-05:00God, It's Good To Be Pissed (Happy New Year, Motherfuckers)
Courtesy of the gleefully angry Buffalo Beast: The Most Loathsome People in America, 2002.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-862393512002-12-18T17:28:00.000-05:002002-12-18T17:28:44.180-05:00Working Out Political Differences
They seem to be onto something in Venezuela. (It remains to be seen if they can keep this sort of thing up and not start hacking each other to death with machetes. Knock wood.)
In other news:
The official website for Tomas Vinterberg's next film It's All About Love is now, to borrow a term from the hip hop lexicon, all the way live. A full length trailer, lotsGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-858409592002-12-11T10:29:00.000-05:002003-01-07T17:58:49.000-05:00Similar Shoes, Picking Fights and Shoddy Suits
So in this dream I had last night, I'm riding in the back of a cab with a guy I don't know. For some reason we're sharing a cab. I glance down at his shoes and notice that they're quite similar to mine.
"Your shoes are just like mine," I say.
"Yes, they are," he says. I am shattered, devastated and completely depressed by his admission. The dream Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-857339162002-12-09T11:58:00.000-05:002002-12-09T11:58:42.496-05:00The Weekend
Drinking, admitting, lack of propriety, waking at two in the afternoon, hangover, moping, beans and rice, wandering, reading, going to a show, more drinking, goofing at a bar, waking at one, listening to Monster Magnet, eating a late breakfast, drinking coffee, flirting with every waitress in the place, conceiving the first issue of Apocalyptic Dope Comix, wandering Manhattan with Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-855411422002-12-05T10:50:00.000-05:002002-12-05T10:50:28.990-05:00Cold
The first real snow of the season started falling sometime this morning, which would have been great if: today were a Saturday and I woke up with a lovely, naked woman snuggling beside me. In the real world, it is Thursday and my bed was empty, save yours truly. It can't be helped, I guess. At any rate, without the weekend and the woman, the snowfall has to be downgraded to simply "cool."
Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-853858042002-12-02T12:49:00.000-05:002002-12-02T12:49:36.000-05:00Because Even A Rich Man Has To Buy Potatoes
Bananas. Snatch and the Poontangs' long out-of-print only record has finally been re-released and motherfuckers are actually letting you buy it. I'll say bananas once again, it's such a good world.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-851692942002-11-27T12:19:00.000-05:002002-11-27T12:21:48.000-05:00All You Need Is Love, For Fuck's Sake
I am a sappy motherfucker. I'm maudlin. I'm so sentimental, sometimes I think I should be playing piano ballads in a gay bar. All of my friends know this, so me recommending that you should check out the trailer for the new Thomas Vinterberg film It's All About Love should come as no surprise. A love story/thriller set in the near future? With Claire Danes? Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-851221392002-11-26T14:29:00.000-05:002002-11-26T14:32:47.000-05:00A Personal Philosophy That I Can Understand:
"Hulk smash!"
Simple and to the point. Makes sense to me, at least.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-851179052002-11-26T12:54:00.000-05:002002-11-26T13:15:31.000-05:00City of Malapropisms
"Uncommon emotional death."
(Misspoken - but quite clever - sentence said in praise of the Flaming Lips's music, uttered by the host of a KCRW radio show that Wayne Coyne, the Lips' frontman, was appearing as a guest on.) I believe that radioman meant to say "depth", but that'll remain mystery comparable to the one about how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-850808942002-11-25T19:27:00.000-05:002002-11-26T10:42:48.000-05:00I Am The Law, You Are The Law... We Are The Law Together
I'm all of a sudden seized by the urge to curl up with a six-pack of beer and a stack of old Judge Dredd comics. Getting kind of cozy n' domestic in my old age, I guess. In case you're wondering: I don't give a fuck about no Judge Dredd movie. Beli' dat.
In other news...
The new single by Jaheim, "Fabulous", is pretty damn ghetto Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-849494042002-11-22T19:50:00.000-05:002002-11-22T19:50:24.000-05:00Rawk.
See Hookers N' Blow in action at Mediabistro.com. If you don't see the link there, try this one.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-848891512002-11-21T16:43:00.000-05:002002-11-21T16:43:56.716-05:00We Are Imperfect, Hopeful Creatures
This fake-profound thought occurred to me late last night as I walked around Chinatown with good ol' Marcellus Hall. We were talking about our various machinations regarding love and lack of love and our constant striving towards a slightly happy state. The past few days have been massively busy with work, no drinking and a triumphant debut/farewell show of Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-845972152002-11-15T18:01:00.000-05:002002-11-27T13:32:05.000-05:00New Slang (Not The Song By The Shins)
"Pulling a Ditko": making a hermit out of one's self, hopefully in the pursuit of a higher, possibly completely misguided, goal. Ex. usage: "Gabe's been pulling a Ditko lately -- apparently he's finally working on a novel, the blowhard."
Suggested by the life 60s-era Marvel Comics artist/Ayn Rand afficionado Steve Ditko (co-creator of Spider-Man and primaryGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-844749972002-11-13T10:33:00.000-05:002002-11-13T10:33:49.000-05:00Haiku, Y'all Part 2 - The Choclateyicious Revenge of Morvac
Another quick update before the real update (coming within days - I swear on a stack of satanic bibles).
Regretful thoughts come:
I didn't buy enough drinks
For all of my friendsGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-844242712002-11-12T11:59:00.000-05:002002-11-12T12:00:22.000-05:00Haiku, Y'all
I am beginning the third day of a four day visit to New Orleans, and nostalgia is weighing heavy on me. I miss this place and I miss my friends here, so in the interest of being a sensitive flower sniffer, here's a Japanese haiku about drinking that I am writing in my head as a I type (how's that for meta-poetry?):
Thunderstorm outside
Flooding streets at three A.M
Women, beer andGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-840696032002-11-05T12:52:00.000-05:002002-11-05T12:52:53.950-05:00Been Down So Long The Snakes Are Looking Down Their Noses At Me
I am feeling bitter and jaded and kind of depressed at the moment for very specific reasons that I'm not going to get into at the moment. (Ah, girls!) On the other hand, I received a copy of Bob Dylan's Nashville Skyline in the mail yesterday, and that ain't half-bad.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-840117422002-11-04T12:25:00.000-05:002002-11-04T12:27:33.000-05:00I Think There Are Planets Wrapped Up In You
Saw the Flaming Lips and Beck (with the Flaming Lips as his backing band) last night at the Beacon Theater here in good ol' NYC. The Lips by themselves were phenomenal and overwhelming. Beck by himself was cool and entrancing. All of them together was kind of muddy. Halfway through their set I took a fade and hung out in the theater's lobby, where I Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-836710762002-10-28T12:41:00.000-05:002002-10-28T12:42:12.000-05:00Call-Waiting Story
So on Friday night, I give my friend Brent Rollins a call, and he answers...
Brent: "Hello?"
Gabe: "Brent! What's up?"
Brent: "Hey, Gabe. Look, can I call you back? I'm on the other line with Don Cornelius."
Click. And the funny thing is, he was on the other line with Don Cornelius.
In other news: saw Punch-Drunk Love this weekend and am still on the fence about it, Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-835252802002-10-25T17:18:00.000-04:002002-10-25T17:37:15.000-04:00I Wasted All My Good Metaphors On You
Don't know why that phrase popped into my head, but pop into my head it did, and I can envision it being uttered by myself in an inevitable future breakup with a girlfriend. And so it goes.
Heh. Last night, I was talking to a friend at the book release party for Ego Trip's Big Book of Racism! (buy it sucka -- it's funny as fuck, and it includes an essay by Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-834791922002-10-24T17:27:00.000-04:002002-10-24T17:31:36.000-04:00Look For All Of This Stuff
Can't stop to write actual thoughts (if I even had them, that is), but these are the records that have been sending me today:
The Roots, Phrenology
Talib Kweli, Quality
Bill Withers, Menagerie
Rocket From the Crypt, Live From Camp X-Ray
The Raveonettes, Whip it OnGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-834284772002-10-23T18:43:00.000-04:002002-10-23T21:12:53.000-04:00A Persistent, Lip-Biting Thought
I can't stop thinking about hip-replacement surgery: the ripping of muscle from the old, ragged, betraying hip, the extraction thereof, the grafting of muscle and such back onto the artificial hip... fuck! I can't stop thinking about it! The spraying blood! The ripped flesh! Quite frankly, it's taking up valuable "thinkin' 'bout sex" time. Quoth Charlie Brown: Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-833102792002-10-21T15:08:00.000-04:002002-10-21T15:08:57.390-04:00Droppin' Names Like a Nanny Droppin' Babies
Folks. I am hungover. Am I hungover? Hungover I am. My self-appointed Indian name is Drinks-With-Two-Fists. Wotta weekend. Tindersticks in concert (with a string section no less!), post-modern strippers coming on like Marie Antoinette, Oktoberfest party... shit, the tale will have to wait until tomorrow. In the meantime, go to the newly redesigned Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-830374122002-10-15T19:41:00.000-04:002002-10-15T19:41:17.660-04:00Thinkin' About Songs
In 1996, I used to hang out a lot at a bar called Candace's in New Orleans, and the thought just occured to me: people used to play Leonard Cohen's "First We Take Manhattan" on the jukebox a lot. Weird. I don't know why I thought of that.
Which reminds of something that happened last night, actually. I was eating dinner with two friends at a Thai restaurant in Williamsburg,Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-829837482002-10-14T18:22:00.000-04:002002-10-14T18:22:37.000-04:00DJ Shadow and Wong Kar-Wai: A Match Made in Heaven?
I can't believe that I missed this. Hong Kong's best filmmaker (the Wong fella mentioned above) and one of the most innovative musicians of the last few decades (the other guy) collaborated earlier this year on a video, and guess what? It just so happens to be beautiful. It's described on DJ Shadow's website like so:
Six Days was directed by Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-828416592002-10-11T10:21:00.000-04:002002-10-11T10:25:48.000-04:00Friday Morning Coming Down
Rainy morning 'cross all the five boroughs, and the day's getting off to a lazy start: my eyes are half-lidded, I'm sipping on a cup of milky tea and Willie Nelson's Red-Headed Stranger is wheezing out of a portable record player nearby. If only we could just stop time right NOW and savor it for a few good hours. But no. There's a stack of work in front of me and it's Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-826496582002-10-07T15:21:00.000-04:002002-10-07T15:23:53.000-04:00Another One-Line Post With An Exclamation Point At The End!
My friend Bill is the guy in this very short commercial. Watch it already!Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-825231352002-10-04T13:09:00.000-04:002002-10-04T13:09:38.696-04:00Fucking Hell!
I'm going to Popeye's for lunch! Kneel before me!Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-824162022002-10-02T10:11:00.000-04:002002-10-02T10:11:34.030-04:00I Am Teeth, I Am Fur, I Am Dribble!
David Lynch has gone and directed one of the best commercials ever.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-823132702002-09-30T10:18:00.000-04:002002-09-30T10:27:22.000-04:00Weekend Report
Creative title, I know. No amazing revelations this weekend, although I did see a film that I quite enjoyed (Moonlight Mile). Now, normally I have nothing but contempt for people who have favorite movie stars. Heck, as nice as I think I am, I have nothing but contempt for a lot of people. But folks who really follow the careers and lives of actors really irk me. And they shall Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-821972152002-09-27T12:03:00.000-04:002002-09-27T12:03:13.616-04:00Gabe as an Elective (Pass or Fail)
Ah, would that I were Chris "Churchy" Cummings, full of pith and vinegar and tales of burlesque whoa-whoa-whoa. As it is, I am not. I'm still treading water in a sea of dread and uncertainty, looking forward to having a drink after work with my pal Paul Pope. And that's six hours away. Shee-it.
I'm thinking about a syllabus, as well. Why a syllabus? The Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-820445042002-09-24T10:34:00.000-04:002002-09-24T11:51:05.000-04:00Focus on the Most Embarassing Detail and Amplify It
One of the most interesting bits of Richard Linklater's classic Slacker are the two scenes in which Oblique Strategies are used by the characters. Well, it's interesting to me, at least. Surrealist games are the hype shit, yo.
Currently listening to: Disc 2 of a set of companion CDs to the Flaming Lips' Soft Bulletin, released only as Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-818238442002-09-19T10:54:00.000-04:002002-09-27T12:04:02.000-04:00It's About Positivity (And Funny Negativity)
If you have a relatively fast connection, go here and watch the video for "What's Golden," the new single by L.A. hip hop group Jurassic 5. Then go here and read "Bosko's Perfect Day." Feeling better now? I thought so.
Love,
GabeGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-816933882002-09-16T18:43:00.000-04:002002-09-19T10:49:09.000-04:00Everything Crashes Down on Your Head
So in this dream I had last night, I'm walking away from the entrance of a mall. It's daytime and the sun is shining. I think it must be some sort of weird, dreamtime Burbank. This entrance to the mall is at the end of a cul-de-sac, and it's massive, all glass. Very impressive, but still, it's a mall. The cul-de-sac leads to an intersection of two roads; one Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-813752782002-09-09T18:25:00.000-04:002002-09-19T17:42:21.000-04:00God-DAMMIT!
The last couple of weeks have been spent re-arranging stuff in my apartment, arranging it back the other way, checking out girls' fingers for wedding and/or engagement rings (there's a lot of 'em what are married and/or engaged), buying Seven Samurai on DVD, watching a lot of other bullshit on DVD, drinking beer, vainly trying to hook up a book deal, attempting to give myself cynicalGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-808415372002-08-28T17:46:00.000-04:002002-08-28T17:47:41.000-04:00The Brooklyn-Coca Express
Yesterday I had the privilege of seeing one of the strangest things I’ve ever witnessed in New York City, which is saying a lot once you’ve lived here for a good amount of time. Yes, this story supercedes that of witnessing a bum defecate on the Delancey F train platform at four in the morning during the winter of 2001…
So there I was, headed home from work on the F Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-807937572002-08-27T17:39:00.000-04:002002-08-27T17:45:18.000-04:00Daddy... Wh-wh-wh-what Does 'Pum Pum' Mean?
How fucking excited are you about the upcoming compilation Trojan X-Rated Box Set, which features 50 tracks of total '65-'75 reggae lewdness (you know the era: it's when reggae didn't suck)? I bet you aren't as excited as I am. I mean, a set that has both Max Romeo's "Wet Dream" AND "Dub Your Pum Pum" by Lee Perry and the Silvertones? You and your Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-807428282002-08-26T16:29:00.000-04:002002-08-26T16:30:30.000-04:00I Put a Spell on You. And You. And You. But Not You.
Laugh. Courtesy of Marcellus Hall.
Larry Strub of Austin, TX (formerly of the mighty band called Ed Hall, currently of the mighty band called Pong) suggests Stranger Than Paradise and Fargo for the winter movies list. Both are mighty suggestions.
I recommend Everyone Who Pretended to Like Me is Gone by The Walkmen for inclusion on the list Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-806286392002-08-23T16:46:00.000-04:002002-08-23T16:46:51.530-04:00She Is Sooooo Fucking Wasted on the Magic Jaybone
'Nuff said.Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-806241352002-08-23T14:46:00.000-04:002002-08-23T14:46:27.653-04:00Shaving The Pope's Pussy
Foul-mouthed indie-rock gnome comdedian and character actor David Cross has a comedy record coming out on Sub Pop quite soon. It's called Shut Up you Fucking Baby! and it's a double CD, folks! And it's actually funny! Holy fucking shit!
And if you like that kind of funny shit, check out my friend Todd Barry's website and buy his goddamned comedy record, too! Fuckin'-A!
Gabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184598.post-805806512002-08-22T15:30:00.000-04:002002-08-22T15:32:17.000-04:00Frosty Discs of Doom
An interesting suggestion from old New Orleans pal Leslie Allenbach:
"Metallica's Ride the Lightning. Wintertime, grey skies, freezing and wet and reading Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire. Hey, I was only 15."
And Nikos Constant suggests Roxy Music's Avalon.
Keep up the good work, people! This list is going be, ahem, BITCHIN when it's done.
And as for winter filmsGabehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03930524684438446841noreply@blogger.com