EP03 Two Tribes (Finale) from Bronques on Vimeo.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Old and Dated, But here's my P4k review that was on...
www.smilepolitely.com a couple weeks back.
Friday
On Friday, the well-established bands of indie rock performed. Yo La Tengo, Tortoise, The Jesus Lizard, and Built to Spill all but confirmed the fact that their music is still influential to the smaller, more up-and-coming bands.
Tortoise began at around 5 pm. The no-vocals-allowed Chicago-based band played their post-rock hits and gave the audience a good appetizer for the next band, Yo La Tengo.
Yo La Tengo as many of you know played at Pygmalion laat year, so seeing them was not as much as an eye-opener as the other bands I had never seen. For Yo La Tengo, their performance was solid, playing such hits like "Autumn Sweater and "Cherry Chapstick."
Jesus Lizard was completely epic. When David Yow stage dived into the crowd, possessed by some magical music spirit. Everyone, including us photographers were entranced by his body language.
Built to Spill. Another solid performance. Songs ranged from rather hard rock, to shoegazy goodness.
Saturday
I was skeptical at first. I was ready to dub Cymbals Eat Guitars as just another whiny boy band. Man, was I dead wrong! Starting out with their breakout track "And the Hazy Sea," the trio from Staten Island (Not Brookyln, for once!) took everyone in the crowd to their own special world where having a quick attention span is actually a good thing. That one song alone soothed the raging emotions each and everyone of us has in us. Check out their debut album "Why There are Mountains." Please and thank you.
Holding true to their name, Fucked Up is really fucked up. First of all, the big burly man you see (below?) sprayed Pepsi all over us photographers (not cool!). Sensing our anger, he started to deflate beach balls with his teeth and put them on his head. Pure photo candy. I've always had a love for hard-core music. Such music leaves me in a satisfied yet far from a "fucked up" mood as the band wants you to think. These Canadians are awesome and makes Toronto (where they're from) look totally badass.
Never in my entire life have I seen a band smoke smoke on stage as much as The Dutchess and the Duke. Seriously, in between songs, nearly every band member would take a break to smoke. As unhealthy as smoking is, I found it to be incredibly tasteful: attached to something that can kill you, yet utterly independent and free-willed enough to create amazing music that can soothe you. Lead singer Jesse Lortz gave an aura of complexity that was hard to decipher. Maybe it was her glasses, the yearning voice of her partner, Kimberly Morrison, or simply the chill Seattle attitude.
Ponytail is my guilty pleasure. They are nuts, simply nuts. As I mentioned in my preview article, Ponytail creates the kind of music that tyrants would listen to before invading a city. At first glance, the Baltimore band seemed pretty normal. But once they started singing, they were anything but normal. The crowd went nuts when the lead "singer," Molly Siegel, jumped off stae and greeted them with her classic "KEEEMMMPPHH" and "OOOOAAAHHHOAH" noises. It was quite a sight, and quite the tune.
Last fall, someone said to me that the Pains of Being Pure at Heart were going to be the "next big thing." They pretty much had it right. The darling band! Great performance by all of them. The dreamy, pop driven band from New York were very photogenic to the crowd and the photographers. You could just tell by looking at them that they were some pretty cool folk. Peggy Wang is simply adorable while playing Keyboard and the other three, Kip Berman, Kurt Feldman, and Alex Naidus were just as talented and emotionally charged.
"Oh, I hope Nathan breaks down during the first three songs so I can get a good shot of him," a fellow photographer muttered to me before Wavves came on. This comment, admittedly, did not come as a surprise to me. I, too, was secretly hoping something 'exciting' would occur. I knew about Nathan's breakout in Barcelona, but hadn't really given it much thought on the well, artistic level. Unfortunately, us photographers were not allowed in the pit. I'm still not sure why, although many suspected that Nathan would not have been able to handle it.
I don't know how they do it. Matt & Kim are not only are in a band together, but they have also been in a relationship for six some odd years. Simple yet elegent, their music, and attitude, riled up even the snobbiest of music lovers. They do have quite the potty mouth though. Between songs Matt would shout out something like "Let's fucking play till there's nothing left!" or Kim would yell "Beyonce gets really low like, vagina against the floor low!" and would then start to, well ride low. Even us photographers were chanting "yeah, yea" along with the crowd.
Black Lips.
Black Lips hands down gave the best performance of the night. After us photographers were kicked out after the third song, many of us decided to stay and dance, including me. I found my friends who were visiting from the CU area and we danced — trashed — to "O, Katrina" and "Cold Hands." the Black Lips truly put on a stunner. The crowd got so large toward the end, that many of us simply fell backwards, without falling. One of the greatest experiences I have ever had.
After safely arriving home and sensing a high, I ended the day tweeting that I "reeked of pot, cig smoke, pbr, and awesomeness." It was the truth.
Sunday
When I woke up on Sunday, there was a feeling of excitement and a little bit of dream within me. Excited because I was going to interview The Vivian Girls; dreading because the festival was almost over. "Was it really almost over? It can't be." I said allowed, as I left the house for Union Park. Upon arriving to the press tent for the third day in a row, I had to fight back my emotions. Had I grown too attached to Pitchfork? Probably, but at that point, I was simply in a daze.
The first show I covered was Michael Columbia. Let me just say right now, that Michael Columbia is my new favorite band. Not only did it exceed my expectations as one of the not-so-known bands of the festival, but it was one of the most psychedelic moments (for me at least) of the festival. Born and bred here out of Chicago, the trio made more than your average indie music. It was layer music. Each song had a certain level, a certain emotion that could turn your brain into mush or inject with with high amounts of dopamine, depending on your taste in music. It was also one of the most personal of shows of the festival: only about 100 people turned out to see them. Michael Columbia was surely one of the hidden gems of Pitchfork Music Festival. So be sure to keep an eye on them, because they're sure to blow up fast.
Then came Frightened Rabbit. I know a good Scottish band when I hear one. Take Big Country, the 80s rock band that electrified the world with their self-titled hit "In a Big Country." In my view, Frightened Rabbit does not disappoint even the most picky UK band followers who followed Big Country 20 some off years ago. The voice of lead singer Scott Hutchinson simply grips you. It challenges your emotions. I think it's just the way he executes it: an exotic emotion that no one can fathom except him. Hutchinson, before the show, said to the crowd, “I think we’ve played in Chicago more times than we have Glasgow." A Freudian slip, perhaps, to his love for the good ol' U.S. of A. And in a sense, that's a good thing, because we love him and the band right back.
Ever since hearing The Thermal's hit single "A pillar of Salt," have I been curious to see what else they had under their sleeves. Well, it's a lot. Lead singer Hutch Harris sings like he's yelling at you to come over to his fun party from afar. I think without such a characteristic, The Thermals would simply be "just another indie band." It's not only Harris' yelling that makes for such a fun experience; watching guitarist Kathy Foster's vibrant hair being throttled by her moves also adds to the enjoyment.
"Father my children!" a women yelled behind me upon entering the photo pit. This was directed to lead singer Hamilton Leithauser of The Walkmen, who by this point is probably used to hearing such remarks. I honestly don't know how The Walkmen do it. I think a lot people will admit that they have become rather popular in the music world, yet you simply do not see the effects of it in their music. Leithauser still tosses his voice around here and there and the other four members quietly play under his shadow. They (he) do not disappoint.
What an awesome name. I'll admit when I first heard the band name "Japandroids," I imagined a fictional robotic army from the 1970s (don't ask me why). How wrong was I! With the help of Polyvinyl Records, Japandroids have become a nationwide indie sensation. With their garage-like tone, yet sophisticated melodies, Japandroids produce the kind of music that should be played late at night when you feel like going to bed, but don't want to. Listen to their song "Heart Sweats" and you'll understand what I mean.
M83 only confirms my suspicions that France is in a love affair with electronic music. Seriously, this French duo can really put on a show, even if they are just playing keyboard and toying away on their macs. Anthony Gonzales, the man behind it all, does a fantastic job in proving that it really is possible to mix electronic and alternative together. The band came on right as the sun was coming out, which made hearing the delightful tune "We Own the Sky" extremely breathtaking while viewing the reflective city skyline behind them. French pop must be my thing.
Given that I interviewed the wonderful Katy, I just had to see her rock out with her two chick friends in The Vivian Girls. I know this band has sparked some controversy due to their low-fi sound; some have said they are only mimicking the more "authentic" low-fi bands, whatever that means. I first heard the Brooklyn-bred trio on some blog last fall. I can safely say that I am not the only one who heard about them from a blog. They are the first band to my memory that have become well known in the indie world due solely to the web. Their songs are short and sweet, yet saturated with anecdotes of what I guess are their experiences in Brookyln. Thank you, Vivian Girls, for making me want to move there even more.
Grizzly Bear. Yeah, I think the entire crowd knew what was coming. They were brilliant. Hearing the song "southern point" off of their new album, Vecktamist, made the surrounding city hauntingly beautiful. It turned the concrete jungle that is Chicago into a cinematic masterpiece. Despite some sound issues, Edward Droste and his gang gave a great performance. They went on to play more song off their new album, and a couple old ones to please those who have been disenchanted by their new vocally-based direction.
While the festival began under threatening clouds that rolled over into Saturday, Sunday was when the weather started to clear up — resulting in a beautiful, clear sunset back dropping arguably the most anticipated band at The Pitchfork Festival: The Flaming Lips. They put on the best show I have ever seen. Period. I waited in line for the press pit with teletubbies, aliens, drunks, stoners, trippers, hipsters, parents, children, and the like. If that wasn't an eye opening experience by itself, then seeing lead singer Wayne Coyne enter the crowd in a huge hamster-like ball certainly topped it off. The pictures below pretty much depict what I and countless others witnessed. There simply are no words to convey the stimuli all of us faced.
(flaming lips pics here).
It had to end at some point. After three long days of running around, raising my camera over the crowds, and talking to bands, I can't decide if I'm glad or disappointed that it's over.
In truth, I will remember the past three days for the rest of my life. If not for the outstanding bands that I saw, then for the sheer environment I was in. There were people in full-body Teletubby suits smoking pot, someone with what appeared to be a real cone head, crowd riots at almost every band I saw, black and magenta leopard suits, and of course, kegs upon kegs of cheap beer.
One aspect I found sobering was working with other, more professional journalists. I shared tables with photographers from the Chicago Tribune and the Sun-Times, as well as with smaller, more local publications such as The Deli Chicago (www.thedelimagazine.com/chicago) and Gaper's Block (http://gapersblock.com/).
Despite my busy schedule, I did have some time to relax with some Urbana locals.
Many thanks to Seth Fein for giving me the opportunity to cover such an amazing event. I am already looking forward to next year!
- C
Friday
On Friday, the well-established bands of indie rock performed. Yo La Tengo, Tortoise, The Jesus Lizard, and Built to Spill all but confirmed the fact that their music is still influential to the smaller, more up-and-coming bands.
Tortoise began at around 5 pm. The no-vocals-allowed Chicago-based band played their post-rock hits and gave the audience a good appetizer for the next band, Yo La Tengo.
Yo La Tengo as many of you know played at Pygmalion laat year, so seeing them was not as much as an eye-opener as the other bands I had never seen. For Yo La Tengo, their performance was solid, playing such hits like "Autumn Sweater and "Cherry Chapstick."
Jesus Lizard was completely epic. When David Yow stage dived into the crowd, possessed by some magical music spirit. Everyone, including us photographers were entranced by his body language.
Built to Spill. Another solid performance. Songs ranged from rather hard rock, to shoegazy goodness.
Saturday
I was skeptical at first. I was ready to dub Cymbals Eat Guitars as just another whiny boy band. Man, was I dead wrong! Starting out with their breakout track "And the Hazy Sea," the trio from Staten Island (Not Brookyln, for once!) took everyone in the crowd to their own special world where having a quick attention span is actually a good thing. That one song alone soothed the raging emotions each and everyone of us has in us. Check out their debut album "Why There are Mountains." Please and thank you.
Holding true to their name, Fucked Up is really fucked up. First of all, the big burly man you see (below?) sprayed Pepsi all over us photographers (not cool!). Sensing our anger, he started to deflate beach balls with his teeth and put them on his head. Pure photo candy. I've always had a love for hard-core music. Such music leaves me in a satisfied yet far from a "fucked up" mood as the band wants you to think. These Canadians are awesome and makes Toronto (where they're from) look totally badass.
Never in my entire life have I seen a band smoke smoke on stage as much as The Dutchess and the Duke. Seriously, in between songs, nearly every band member would take a break to smoke. As unhealthy as smoking is, I found it to be incredibly tasteful: attached to something that can kill you, yet utterly independent and free-willed enough to create amazing music that can soothe you. Lead singer Jesse Lortz gave an aura of complexity that was hard to decipher. Maybe it was her glasses, the yearning voice of her partner, Kimberly Morrison, or simply the chill Seattle attitude.
Ponytail is my guilty pleasure. They are nuts, simply nuts. As I mentioned in my preview article, Ponytail creates the kind of music that tyrants would listen to before invading a city. At first glance, the Baltimore band seemed pretty normal. But once they started singing, they were anything but normal. The crowd went nuts when the lead "singer," Molly Siegel, jumped off stae and greeted them with her classic "KEEEMMMPPHH" and "OOOOAAAHHHOAH" noises. It was quite a sight, and quite the tune.
Last fall, someone said to me that the Pains of Being Pure at Heart were going to be the "next big thing." They pretty much had it right. The darling band! Great performance by all of them. The dreamy, pop driven band from New York were very photogenic to the crowd and the photographers. You could just tell by looking at them that they were some pretty cool folk. Peggy Wang is simply adorable while playing Keyboard and the other three, Kip Berman, Kurt Feldman, and Alex Naidus were just as talented and emotionally charged.
"Oh, I hope Nathan breaks down during the first three songs so I can get a good shot of him," a fellow photographer muttered to me before Wavves came on. This comment, admittedly, did not come as a surprise to me. I, too, was secretly hoping something 'exciting' would occur. I knew about Nathan's breakout in Barcelona, but hadn't really given it much thought on the well, artistic level. Unfortunately, us photographers were not allowed in the pit. I'm still not sure why, although many suspected that Nathan would not have been able to handle it.
I don't know how they do it. Matt & Kim are not only are in a band together, but they have also been in a relationship for six some odd years. Simple yet elegent, their music, and attitude, riled up even the snobbiest of music lovers. They do have quite the potty mouth though. Between songs Matt would shout out something like "Let's fucking play till there's nothing left!" or Kim would yell "Beyonce gets really low like, vagina against the floor low!" and would then start to, well ride low. Even us photographers were chanting "yeah, yea" along with the crowd.
Black Lips.
Black Lips hands down gave the best performance of the night. After us photographers were kicked out after the third song, many of us decided to stay and dance, including me. I found my friends who were visiting from the CU area and we danced — trashed — to "O, Katrina" and "Cold Hands." the Black Lips truly put on a stunner. The crowd got so large toward the end, that many of us simply fell backwards, without falling. One of the greatest experiences I have ever had.
After safely arriving home and sensing a high, I ended the day tweeting that I "reeked of pot, cig smoke, pbr, and awesomeness." It was the truth.
Sunday
When I woke up on Sunday, there was a feeling of excitement and a little bit of dream within me. Excited because I was going to interview The Vivian Girls; dreading because the festival was almost over. "Was it really almost over? It can't be." I said allowed, as I left the house for Union Park. Upon arriving to the press tent for the third day in a row, I had to fight back my emotions. Had I grown too attached to Pitchfork? Probably, but at that point, I was simply in a daze.
The first show I covered was Michael Columbia. Let me just say right now, that Michael Columbia is my new favorite band. Not only did it exceed my expectations as one of the not-so-known bands of the festival, but it was one of the most psychedelic moments (for me at least) of the festival. Born and bred here out of Chicago, the trio made more than your average indie music. It was layer music. Each song had a certain level, a certain emotion that could turn your brain into mush or inject with with high amounts of dopamine, depending on your taste in music. It was also one of the most personal of shows of the festival: only about 100 people turned out to see them. Michael Columbia was surely one of the hidden gems of Pitchfork Music Festival. So be sure to keep an eye on them, because they're sure to blow up fast.
Then came Frightened Rabbit. I know a good Scottish band when I hear one. Take Big Country, the 80s rock band that electrified the world with their self-titled hit "In a Big Country." In my view, Frightened Rabbit does not disappoint even the most picky UK band followers who followed Big Country 20 some off years ago. The voice of lead singer Scott Hutchinson simply grips you. It challenges your emotions. I think it's just the way he executes it: an exotic emotion that no one can fathom except him. Hutchinson, before the show, said to the crowd, “I think we’ve played in Chicago more times than we have Glasgow." A Freudian slip, perhaps, to his love for the good ol' U.S. of A. And in a sense, that's a good thing, because we love him and the band right back.
Ever since hearing The Thermal's hit single "A pillar of Salt," have I been curious to see what else they had under their sleeves. Well, it's a lot. Lead singer Hutch Harris sings like he's yelling at you to come over to his fun party from afar. I think without such a characteristic, The Thermals would simply be "just another indie band." It's not only Harris' yelling that makes for such a fun experience; watching guitarist Kathy Foster's vibrant hair being throttled by her moves also adds to the enjoyment.
"Father my children!" a women yelled behind me upon entering the photo pit. This was directed to lead singer Hamilton Leithauser of The Walkmen, who by this point is probably used to hearing such remarks. I honestly don't know how The Walkmen do it. I think a lot people will admit that they have become rather popular in the music world, yet you simply do not see the effects of it in their music. Leithauser still tosses his voice around here and there and the other four members quietly play under his shadow. They (he) do not disappoint.
What an awesome name. I'll admit when I first heard the band name "Japandroids," I imagined a fictional robotic army from the 1970s (don't ask me why). How wrong was I! With the help of Polyvinyl Records, Japandroids have become a nationwide indie sensation. With their garage-like tone, yet sophisticated melodies, Japandroids produce the kind of music that should be played late at night when you feel like going to bed, but don't want to. Listen to their song "Heart Sweats" and you'll understand what I mean.
M83 only confirms my suspicions that France is in a love affair with electronic music. Seriously, this French duo can really put on a show, even if they are just playing keyboard and toying away on their macs. Anthony Gonzales, the man behind it all, does a fantastic job in proving that it really is possible to mix electronic and alternative together. The band came on right as the sun was coming out, which made hearing the delightful tune "We Own the Sky" extremely breathtaking while viewing the reflective city skyline behind them. French pop must be my thing.
Given that I interviewed the wonderful Katy, I just had to see her rock out with her two chick friends in The Vivian Girls. I know this band has sparked some controversy due to their low-fi sound; some have said they are only mimicking the more "authentic" low-fi bands, whatever that means. I first heard the Brooklyn-bred trio on some blog last fall. I can safely say that I am not the only one who heard about them from a blog. They are the first band to my memory that have become well known in the indie world due solely to the web. Their songs are short and sweet, yet saturated with anecdotes of what I guess are their experiences in Brookyln. Thank you, Vivian Girls, for making me want to move there even more.
Grizzly Bear. Yeah, I think the entire crowd knew what was coming. They were brilliant. Hearing the song "southern point" off of their new album, Vecktamist, made the surrounding city hauntingly beautiful. It turned the concrete jungle that is Chicago into a cinematic masterpiece. Despite some sound issues, Edward Droste and his gang gave a great performance. They went on to play more song off their new album, and a couple old ones to please those who have been disenchanted by their new vocally-based direction.
While the festival began under threatening clouds that rolled over into Saturday, Sunday was when the weather started to clear up — resulting in a beautiful, clear sunset back dropping arguably the most anticipated band at The Pitchfork Festival: The Flaming Lips. They put on the best show I have ever seen. Period. I waited in line for the press pit with teletubbies, aliens, drunks, stoners, trippers, hipsters, parents, children, and the like. If that wasn't an eye opening experience by itself, then seeing lead singer Wayne Coyne enter the crowd in a huge hamster-like ball certainly topped it off. The pictures below pretty much depict what I and countless others witnessed. There simply are no words to convey the stimuli all of us faced.
(flaming lips pics here).
It had to end at some point. After three long days of running around, raising my camera over the crowds, and talking to bands, I can't decide if I'm glad or disappointed that it's over.
In truth, I will remember the past three days for the rest of my life. If not for the outstanding bands that I saw, then for the sheer environment I was in. There were people in full-body Teletubby suits smoking pot, someone with what appeared to be a real cone head, crowd riots at almost every band I saw, black and magenta leopard suits, and of course, kegs upon kegs of cheap beer.
One aspect I found sobering was working with other, more professional journalists. I shared tables with photographers from the Chicago Tribune and the Sun-Times, as well as with smaller, more local publications such as The Deli Chicago (www.thedelimagazine.com/chicago) and Gaper's Block (http://gapersblock.com/).
Despite my busy schedule, I did have some time to relax with some Urbana locals.
Many thanks to Seth Fein for giving me the opportunity to cover such an amazing event. I am already looking forward to next year!
- C
Monday, August 10, 2009
hurt
I need to get my film developed.
iron pills obviously not working like they should be. is only causing constipation.
my adhd is bad. coping with caffeine.
- c
iron pills obviously not working like they should be. is only causing constipation.
my adhd is bad. coping with caffeine.
- c
Thursday, August 6, 2009
whut now.
Enter Choir of Young Believers.
A reletivly new Danish band. Their music is absolutely breathtaking:
Enjoy it! They are so. so. good.
SOme other goodies pour vous:
I love this one ^
I'm not going to Lollapalooza. Maybe next year! At least I went to Pitchfork. (Pgymalion is next month!)
A reletivly new Danish band. Their music is absolutely breathtaking:
Enjoy it! They are so. so. good.
SOme other goodies pour vous:
I love this one ^
I'm not going to Lollapalooza. Maybe next year! At least I went to Pitchfork. (Pgymalion is next month!)
Monday, August 3, 2009
introspection
Sorry for not posting yesterday. I just didn't have the time.
Psst! This is what I'm listening to right now:
The First Days of Spring Official Trailer from charlie fink on Vimeo.
Discovered these blokes over the weekend. The vid is as amazing as their music is.
I don't care if it's a 'staple' ... it's catchy.
Indie classic. Have loved them since I was six :)
love,
- c
West Coast Photos!
So basically, the trip was awesome.
Psst! This is what I'm listening to right now:
The First Days of Spring Official Trailer from charlie fink on Vimeo.
Discovered these blokes over the weekend. The vid is as amazing as their music is.
I don't care if it's a 'staple' ... it's catchy.
Indie classic. Have loved them since I was six :)
love,
- c
Saturday, August 1, 2009
partiee
partied with some cool folk. pics tomorrow
here are some select songs I played at the partie:
mmm
hmmm
rawr
(MUST WATCH!) ^^^^
DELISHNESS
gotta love FR
pure genius. guh.
yeah. you must see them live.
my fave :)
night yall
- c
here are some select songs I played at the partie:
mmm
hmmm
rawr
(MUST WATCH!) ^^^^
DELISHNESS
gotta love FR
pure genius. guh.
yeah. you must see them live.
my fave :)
ending it with a classy shitty myspace shot of me being tired as frucked:
night yall- c
Friday, July 31, 2009
Quick!
Again, I'm pushing back my Oregon tales for tomorrow. Yuh. Deal!
Party tomorrow. My parents will be 'present,' so I can't 'go all out.' Poo.
It should be fun though. Too bad I can't drink beer or wine. I can serve my country at 17, yet I can't taste a freaking Merlot without being ticketed. Where is this country coming to?
Four more years — unless I actually go on that European adventure next summer before I escape to college in the NW — before I can experience this magical liquid I see my parents consume every evening. They seem a lot happier on the stuff.
Gonna leave you with some BLACK LIPS! Saw these guys at Pitchfork. Incredible. Great Live Performance.
Here are some pics of them playing at P4k. Great Experience.
Photos by Cody Bralts (me!)
And, I have to ask: should Bjork sue this lady for plagiarizing her work on The X Factor? Just Sayin'
Better video here
- c
Party tomorrow. My parents will be 'present,' so I can't 'go all out.' Poo.
It should be fun though. Too bad I can't drink beer or wine. I can serve my country at 17, yet I can't taste a freaking Merlot without being ticketed. Where is this country coming to?
Four more years — unless I actually go on that European adventure next summer before I escape to college in the NW — before I can experience this magical liquid I see my parents consume every evening. They seem a lot happier on the stuff.
Gonna leave you with some BLACK LIPS! Saw these guys at Pitchfork. Incredible. Great Live Performance.
Here are some pics of them playing at P4k. Great Experience.
Photos by Cody Bralts (me!)And, I have to ask: should Bjork sue this lady for plagiarizing her work on The X Factor? Just Sayin'
Better video here
- c
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Never you mind.
I like Kurt Vile and Ponytail, but I thought I would just close this day with some good, classic music.
- c
sorry, PT, but you're gonna have to wait.
Photo by me.
- c
sorry, PT, but you're gonna have to wait.Photo by me.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
ferrafucked.
Today, I slept in until 2 pm. From 2 - 5 I did 'whatever' then at 5, I went to work for 5 hours.
And here I am.
Sometimes I wonder if there's more to 'life' than sleeping and working. I'm sure there is; I just have yet to find it.
My Ferrous Sulfate pills are making me constipated. Seriously, I haven't 'gone to the bathroom' in like two days. In case you don't know what Ferrous Sulfate is, it's a prescription grade iron supplement that helps fight anemia, which I have. It's also supposed to 'fight ADHD,' which I also seem to 'have.' My iron level is about 25, when it should be around 150. Hopefully, it will permanetly change so I don't have to keep taking this stuff.
I also need to start running more. I try to get up at 6 am, but I am simply incapable of doing so. I hate running in the middle of the day. It's too bright outside.
Tomorrow, I'm going to 'wake up' at 5 am and drag myself to the gym and then run about '4 miles' so I can feel 'accomplished' for the day. Then I'll probably 'chill' at caffe paradiso for a bit and pretend to 'get stuff done'. then work at 5 until, presumably, 10 again.
I know Iron & Wine might get overplayed sometimes, but you can never tire from this song. It reminds me of climbing a mountain at sunset. It's a 'calm' song, yet I feel I'm 'where the wild things are.'
country is cool again.
not sure where this man is 'from.' I think European. But there's more than one 'harlem' band:
I like these blokes better.
not sure why there are cowboys and 'sk8ers' in this video, maybe it's supposed to act as a 'cultural connection.' No idea.
gr8 song. I had it on repeat a few nights ago. It was ill.
saw these guys last night at a party. they're gonna be huge. The BL definitely influenced them..when they were probably like 14/15 (they're almost 18 now)
http://www.myspace.com/thestrangerwaves
night yall.
Tomorrow, I'm going to write abt how I 'left my soul' in Portland, OR. There will be images.
- c
And here I am.
Sometimes I wonder if there's more to 'life' than sleeping and working. I'm sure there is; I just have yet to find it.
My Ferrous Sulfate pills are making me constipated. Seriously, I haven't 'gone to the bathroom' in like two days. In case you don't know what Ferrous Sulfate is, it's a prescription grade iron supplement that helps fight anemia, which I have. It's also supposed to 'fight ADHD,' which I also seem to 'have.' My iron level is about 25, when it should be around 150. Hopefully, it will permanetly change so I don't have to keep taking this stuff.
I also need to start running more. I try to get up at 6 am, but I am simply incapable of doing so. I hate running in the middle of the day. It's too bright outside.Tomorrow, I'm going to 'wake up' at 5 am and drag myself to the gym and then run about '4 miles' so I can feel 'accomplished' for the day. Then I'll probably 'chill' at caffe paradiso for a bit and pretend to 'get stuff done'. then work at 5 until, presumably, 10 again.
Here are some cool new bands that I 'appreciate'
I know Iron & Wine might get overplayed sometimes, but you can never tire from this song. It reminds me of climbing a mountain at sunset. It's a 'calm' song, yet I feel I'm 'where the wild things are.'
country is cool again.
not sure where this man is 'from.' I think European. But there's more than one 'harlem' band:
I like these blokes better.
not sure why there are cowboys and 'sk8ers' in this video, maybe it's supposed to act as a 'cultural connection.' No idea.
gr8 song. I had it on repeat a few nights ago. It was ill.
saw these guys last night at a party. they're gonna be huge. The BL definitely influenced them..when they were probably like 14/15 (they're almost 18 now)
http://www.myspace.com/thestrangerwaves
night yall.
Tomorrow, I'm going to write abt how I 'left my soul' in Portland, OR. There will be images.
- c
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
lo-fi + shoegaze = glo-fi?
So The Seeds & MGMT had a baby... and it's called 'glo-fi'
Here is a good glo-fi song:
So, judging by the song, it's 'enhanced' low-fi. BTW, I really like what Neon Indian is doing to promote his music. He's just really chill about it and doesn't really gloat that he's all over the blogs. Good name brand, too.
Interestingly, I've seen this new genre everywhere.
Here are some glo-fi goodies I've discovered:
I love these guys. They come from Belgium (a place you hear little about) and will be taking the radio by storm pretty soon. I guarantee it.
You can get 'lost' in this music:
Then this...
This is a cool band that has a neat Spanish name:
Not sure what it translates into.
I like these guys, too. They use what is apparently old stock footage of a citrus farm slash kids running around town. Neat!
Now, this might not be all that glo-fi, but it definitely has the right 'film quality' of being glo-fi.
Kid Cudi?! Yeah.
The guy everyone seems to be talking about:
He's gotten 2000+ hits since yesterday.
http://www.myspace.com/thebabeinthewoods
- c
Here is a good glo-fi song:
So, judging by the song, it's 'enhanced' low-fi. BTW, I really like what Neon Indian is doing to promote his music. He's just really chill about it and doesn't really gloat that he's all over the blogs. Good name brand, too.
Interestingly, I've seen this new genre everywhere.
Here are some glo-fi goodies I've discovered:
I love these guys. They come from Belgium (a place you hear little about) and will be taking the radio by storm pretty soon. I guarantee it.
You can get 'lost' in this music:
Then this...
This is a cool band that has a neat Spanish name:
Not sure what it translates into.
I like these guys, too. They use what is apparently old stock footage of a citrus farm slash kids running around town. Neat!
Now, this might not be all that glo-fi, but it definitely has the right 'film quality' of being glo-fi.
Kid Cudi?! Yeah.
The guy everyone seems to be talking about:
He's gotten 2000+ hits since yesterday.
http://www.myspace.com/thebabeinthewoods
- c
Monday, July 27, 2009
I want to write a 'book'
So today, I hung out with my good friend who is visiting from California. We met up, unsurprisingly, at a cafe here on campus. As soon as we sat down, she told me about how she got caught up in the 'law.' Apparently, she was caught stealing liqueur (the vodka, and tequila) from her local Costco. Yikes.
It got to the point where she had stolen 500+ dollars worth of alcohol that was then sold to her friends. Good business, poor execution. So anyway, the police inevitably got involved and her mom...well, was (and still is) furious. I'm not too sure why my friend went this far. Was she desperate for money? She comes from a pretty wealthy background, so that's certainly not it.
Or, frankly, she just likes getting drunk. Who knows? I didn't interrogate her like I probably should have.
I'm not sure how she stole that much alcohol without being noticed. She used her Mom's 60 dollar Costco membership, and hid behind 'old people,' so I think the employees there just assumed she was with her parents.
Regardless, I think it's a great story idea: a privileged, inconspicuous 17-year-old steals hundreds of dollars worth of hard liqueur from a local Costco that she sells to friends; is eventually caught, reflects her actions and herself as a human, and the reasons behind what she did. Perfect!
All in all, my friend is a good person. I just think she was (and maybe still is) confused. I'm surprised she isn't in in Juvie. Luh her though.
a good summer tune. just lstn. guhnight.
It got to the point where she had stolen 500+ dollars worth of alcohol that was then sold to her friends. Good business, poor execution. So anyway, the police inevitably got involved and her mom...well, was (and still is) furious. I'm not too sure why my friend went this far. Was she desperate for money? She comes from a pretty wealthy background, so that's certainly not it.
Or, frankly, she just likes getting drunk. Who knows? I didn't interrogate her like I probably should have.
I'm not sure how she stole that much alcohol without being noticed. She used her Mom's 60 dollar Costco membership, and hid behind 'old people,' so I think the employees there just assumed she was with her parents.
Regardless, I think it's a great story idea: a privileged, inconspicuous 17-year-old steals hundreds of dollars worth of hard liqueur from a local Costco that she sells to friends; is eventually caught, reflects her actions and herself as a human, and the reasons behind what she did. Perfect!
All in all, my friend is a good person. I just think she was (and maybe still is) confused. I'm surprised she isn't in in Juvie. Luh her though.
a good summer tune. just lstn. guhnight.
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