Thursday, June 21, 2007

Be the first to review this album

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Why We Live Here, Pt II

Lake Harriet

Lake Calhoun

The Lake Harriet Bandshell has the best popcorn in. the. world.

Friday, June 15, 2007 is totally addicting - I'm sorry I ever found it.

Thursday, June 14, 2007


I just got Instant Karma - The Amnesty International Campaign To Save Darfur. Jackson Browne does a straight cover of Oh My Love. I started to cry while listening to it - I'm not sure why it brought that to the surface, maybe because it seems so pure? But it was pretty cool to have happen.

Bob the Builder

Recording studio builder Bob. Building studios. Don't forget the intergrity gasket, Bob.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Anyone else notice?

Dios Malos, Mando Diao.
White Stripes, Black Keys.
Wolf Parade, Wolfmother, Wolf and Cub.
Coldplay, Snow Patrol.
The Bees, A Band of Bees, The Bird and The Bee, Mouthful of Bees.
Longwave, Rogue Wave.
Cloud Cult, The Cloud Room.
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
Starlight Mints, Wondermints.
Elbow, The Shins.
The National, The Grand Nationals.
The Beta Band, VHS or Beta.
Forward Russia!, Somebody Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin.
Supraluxe, Super Deluxe.

Bald Guy

When I wrote about being played on Daily Source Code the other day, I was sort of contemplative about it. We've gotten spins on lots of shows, but AJ at Bald Guy Show has stuck with us more than any. Getting played on DSC was like going on a date with miss popularity, but AJ's consistently supported us. I thought about how to say thanks but the words never sounded right so I never posted. Then AJ posts that he's Maakba. I don't even need to say it, you know, you can figure it out. Give him some love.

Sunday, June 10, 2007


to Astronaut Wife - a fabulous MN band. I love these guys. When I love someone I want to read about them, but there isn't much about them on the internets. How I wish.....

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Camera Phone Camera

Friday, June 08, 2007

I Has Updating Again

I wish there was a good easy way to share music with friends, but everything always comes back to burning CDs. I was sorting one of my spindles of CDs the other day and found one that Jim made for me that he called "Rich and Creamy Mix". I forgot I even had it. Jim will make me CDs and he doesn't label the contents so if I like something I have to google the lyrics. Band of Bees, Fruit Bats, Josh Rouse, Sleepy Jackson, Doves, Jose Gonzales, some obscure dude named Elliott Smith, Big Star doing a Big Star cover, and other goodness.

So cool. It was like finding a $100 bill in a jacket pocket.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

I Has Updating

A month or two ago I recommended getting the Vonnegut out. I did, and you'll thank me if you do too. I started with Breakfast of Champions, which I didn't really like as much as I remember liking before. I moved on to Slaughterhouse Five - big improvement. With kids in tow I went to Half Price Books at Miracle Mile and bought Cat's Cradle. I sort of blasted through it up to page 200, then realized that I wasn't paying nearly close enough attention to detail and concepts so I started over from the beginning. Never done that before but it was totally worth it. When I finished that I almost read it another time. I didn't though, I went back to HPB and got the hardcover of A Man Without a Country which I read in one sitting. It was the funniest book of the 4, a collection of ruminations that reads like you're chatting with the author over beers. Order of like: 1) Cat's Cradle, 2) SF and AMWAC tied, and 3) B of C.

Then I decided to give Kurt V a rest and picked up More Pricks Than Kicks by Samuel Beckett. Shocking change of style from KV, much thicker denser reading, lots of going to the dictionary and not understanding the early 20th century literary references. Or something. I like a story about how some guy makes toast as much as the next guy but I think I'm going to put it down now and find something else. Oh, speaking of something else I tried to read Rabbit Run by Updike but I didn't get far. Seems like kind of a routine story about how messed up modern life is, and I, um, know that already? I suppose I like writers who turn reality inside out more than those who just reflect it.

So I'm taking suggestions now. Please leave your number and a brief message after the tone.