In honor of the old myspace what I'm currently listening to section. For some reason I have put on Silent Shout by the Knife for the first time in awhile. And you know what it is still pretty damn good, even though Bjork officially bitchslapped them Bumblebee style with her latest album. Now if only they would show more of their vaunted stage show to the rest of the States then maybe they would have some momentum and not be forgotten in the current glut of good dance albums.
Actually fuck that, I'd take a full tour by their electronic compatriot Annie. Don't hate, you motherfuckers know you would mark out to see her do the Chewing Gum dance and do brilliant live versions of The Wedding, Me+1, and of course Heartbeat.
Hey there's a new White Stripes album...No one cares. Actually it's not bad, but why does it seem like every White Stripes song sounds like it was written while watching a Clara Bow or Louise Brooks movie? I swear I'm just waiting for Jack White to just go ahead and write a song with either the words carpetbagger, jitterbug, or perhaps war bonds just so he can tell yet another story about times that only exist on celluloid. I honestly can't name a band(ok I can name 1, I will name them later) that has such impersonal/unfeeling songs. It never seems like there is anything close to insight into his or ex wifey's life in any tune. It would be a fucking revelation to see him do a garage rock album about being rich and marrying a supermodel, at least then it would be fucking real. At least then the lyrics wouldn't be so laboured/stilted.
Next step: replacing Meg with a drum machine, The Kills-style. Please!
So I officially got racially slurred by a faux white rapper in an SUV today. Yes I was told that "As a beaner I can suck his weiner."
Now I have to admit, I was taken aback. This was the first time I had been ever slurred as a Mexican. I must say all 0% of my Latino blood was damn offended. Actually to be honest, whack ass rhyming really offends me as a black person.
Anyway I share this story of slurring, because quite frankly on the eve of the My So Called Life DVD release, i feel the need to slur someone. No I'm not targeting Clare Danes , in her strangely new blonde tannedness because if you have seen Brokedown Palace, you'll realize she's suffered enough. No I'm not attacking Ricky(um some dude whos name I dont remember), he deserves more roles than he gets. And Raylene(AJ Langer) who was always hot, gets my affection for her work on Drexel's Class.(Also with my fav Texan non Texan Brittany Murphy.) So who does that leave? That dude who played Jordan Catalano. That's right I just feel the need to slur Jared Leto. See I was at a restaurant yesterday that forced me to endure the full 30 seconds to Mars album. Not just that stupid video where they are outsider samurai in Aeon Flux boysuits in Japan. Or that 10 minute video where they ride in limos and play at a fancy dress party where no one else is lame enough to be attending. I was forced to hear the WHOLE album. Not only is it full of meaningless postering and quiet-loud dynamics that would make even the grungiest band blush, but the general whinyness of Leto(and his oh so goth mascara wearing brother) totally makes the whole thing an exercise in unbearable madness. Needless to say I felt quite sick after the meal, but then i laughed and felt better as I realized that this debacle of an album may not even be his worst/most embarrasing moment for all to see.
I'd say the words Panic Room say it all.
I recommend: This clip (credit G. Rog.)
Scott Baio countdown-4.5 days.
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