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The Avalanches – Frontier Psychiatrist
Monday March 31st 2008, 7:22 pm
Filed under: Old Favorites

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My favorite song/video combination starring false teeth, an old man headed turtle and dancing sheet ghosts. Love it.

AFOM and I started to write out some ghost tips, in case we ever get outside ourselves, but only came up with one before we were distracted. Ghost Tip: If you feel tempted to come back for a visit, don’t. People will scream at you!

That boy needs therapy. Psychosomatic! That boy needs therapy. Purely Psychosomatic! That boy needs therapy. Lie down on the couch! What does that mean?

The Avalanches – Frontier Psychiatrist
from Since I Left You, 2000
(Album composed almost entirely of samples from old records, films, and TV shows.)



Aesop Rock – None Shall Pass
Sunday March 30th 2008, 9:08 pm
Filed under: Indie Music 2007

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Winner! The best politically charged song to play in your headphones as you stroll past buzzed suits and wayward beggars to purchase organic perishables and overpriced nag champa at Whole Foods.

When a king is a whore who comply and conform, miles outside of the eye of the storm. With a siphon, a lure and a prize and award, while avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war.

Aesop Rock – None Shall Pass
from None Shall Pass, 2007
(Nominated by Plug as one of the top 12 music videos of 2007.)

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Aesop Rock – None Shall Pass Lyrics
Flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist
Wither by the watering hole, water patrol
What are we, to heart huckabee, art fuckery suddenly?
Not enough young in his lung for the water wing
Colorfully vulgar poacher at a mulch like,
“I’ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt.” (Fine.)
Sign of the time we elapse,
When a primate climb up the spine and attach
Eye for an eye, by the bog life swamps and vines,
They get a rise out of frogs and flies
So when a dog fights hog-tied prize sorta costs a life.
The mouths water on a fork and knife
And the allure isn’t right,
No score on a war-torn beach
Where the cash cow’s actually beef.

Blood turns wine when I leak for police
Like, “That’s not a riot, it’s a feast. Let’s eat.”

And I will remember your name and face
On the day you were judged by the funhouse cast,
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky like, “None shall pass.”
None shall pass, none shall pass…

Aah, let me in!
None shall pass.
Aah, let me in!
None shall pass.

Now if he never had a day a snowcone couldn’t fix
You wouldn’t relate to the rogue vocoder blitz,
How he spoke through a no-doz, motor on the fritz
‘Cause he wouldn’t play roll over, fetch, like a bitch
And express no regrets though he isn’t worth the homeowners’ piss
To the jokers who pose by the glitz. (Fine.)
Sign of the swine and the swarm
When a king is a whore who comply and conform
Miles outside of the eye of the storm
With a siphon, a lure and a prize and award,
While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war.
True blue triumph is more.
Like, “Wait, let it snake up outta the centerfold,
Let it break the balls of Jericho. Ready? Go.”
Sat where the old cardboard city folks
Swap tales with heads like every other penny throw…

You tried to trick me, you’ve got a lot of nerve.
I’m not trying to trick you. I’m -trust me- I’m -trust me- I’m trying to help.

Okay, woke to a grocery list
Goes like this: duty and death.
Any one object, come stand in the way,
You can be my little Snake River Canyon today.
And I ran with a chain of commands
And a jetpack strap where the backstab lands if it can. (Fine.)
Sign of the vibe in the crowd
When I cut a belly open to find what’ll climb out,
What a bit of gusto he must erupt
Make a dark horse rush like enough’s enough.
It must’a struck a nerve so they huff and puff
Till all the king’s men fluster and clusterfuck.

And it’s a beautiful thing
To my people who keep an impressive wing span
Even when the cubicle shrink,
You gotta pull up the intruder by the root of the weed
And march you through the machine…

I’m trying to help…



Voxtrot Setlist -Emo’s March 28th, 2008 – Austin, Texas
Saturday March 29th 2008, 2:16 pm
Filed under: Austin Concerts 2008

With the stage as my desk, a damp cocktail napkin as my paper and a stubborn blue bic pen: the Voxtrot setlist.

The highlight of my night (my month?): Ghost.
These words you hear from your ipod, your car stereo, your computer speakers, the headphones at your desk…then standing an arm’s length from those words and the person that felt the same way you feel when he wrote them down. It’s aww-inspiring.

Voxtrot Setlist -Emo’s March 28th, 2008 – Austin, Texas
1. Firecracker
2. Rise Up in Dirt
3. Kid Gloves
4. ?
5. ?
6. Your Biggest Fan
7. Ghost
8. Soft and Warm
9. ?
10. Raised by Wolves
11. ?
12. Brother in Conflict

First Encore:
Wrecking Force

Second Encore:
The Start of Something

?=new songs

I am learning how to be lost completely. I want to be found. We crave the things we push away. These patterns cut like every day.

Voxtrot – Ghost
from Voxtrot (self titled), 2007



Two New Food Weapon Videos
Friday March 28th 2008, 6:17 pm
Filed under: Indie Music 2008

One involves food for fighting, the other plays out a high school massacre chocolate syrup style. As children starve in third world countries, we’re covering extras in syrup and throwing cream pies at one another. Violent and delicious, I love them both!

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Lunch time is! Just not fair! Hot dog mustard in your hair!

Be Your Own Pet – Food Fight
from Get Awkward, 2008

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Justice – Phantom Pt. II (Unofficial)
from Phantom, 2007



art brut – people in love
Friday March 28th 2008, 1:48 am
Filed under: Indie Music 2007

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Ah, AFOM. This song goes out to you my boy, and your recently cracked heart. Your wingman will be flying there to visit you soon. I am not one to show my sensitive side, despite the fact that every side of me is indeed sensitive- so here’s a bit of humor from me to you. To your break up, break down, broken heart. You’ll get over it all, eventually.

The more it happens, the easier it gets. You can learn to enjoy this type of upset.

Art Brut – People in Love
from It’s a Bit Complicated, 2007



The Hold Steady – Emo’s, March 27th – Austin
Wednesday March 26th 2008, 6:05 pm
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Playing Emo’s, March 27th with Zykos & Moonlight Towers.

Here’s one of The Hold Steady’s most popular songs. Based on a true story, it tells the tale of an American poet with a drinking problem, caused by other problems, which led him to take those problems into his own hands- which ironically mimicked something that may have been the source of all of his problems in the first place.

He likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration. Most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention.

The Hold Steady – Stuck Between Stations
from Boys and Girls in America, 2006

The Hold Steady Stuck Between Stations Lyrics
There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together.
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations.
Making sure their makeup’s straight.
Crushing one another with colossal expectations.
Dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late.

She was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend.
He likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights were crystal clear but tonight it’s like it’s stuck between stations
on the radio.

The devil and John Berryman took a walk together
they ended up on Washington talking to the river
he said “I surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers
but big heads with soft bodies make for lousy lovers”.

There was that night that we thought that John Berryman could fly.
But he didn’t so he died. She said “you’re pretty good with words but words won’t save your life” and they didn’t so he died. *

He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the golden gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention.

These twin city kisses.
Sound like clicks and hisses.
and we all come down and drown in the Mississippi river.
We drink
we dry up.
We crumble into dust.
We get wet
we corrode
we get covered in rust.

*“Berryman’s life was dominated by suicide. In 1926, when the poet was twelve, his father, John Smith, a banker in Minneapolis shot himself. The vision of his father’s suicide haunted John Berryman’s poetic imagination, and the subject is addressed indirectly in the Dream Songs several times and directly once, where the poet wishes that he could kill the corpse of his father. In 1972, Berryman’s depression led him to follow the example of his father and to kill himself by jumping from the Washington Avenue Bridge in Minneapolis, Minnesota. He missed the water and died, not by drowning or trauma, but by smothering.” -Wikepedia



fleet foxes – white winter hymnal
Wednesday March 26th 2008, 1:01 am
Filed under: Indie Music 2008

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fleet foxes white winter hymnal

A song in spring about the winter, but really about the summer, that may explain why so many people are wearing scarves now even in the sunshine.

Fleet Foxes – White Winter Hymnal
from Fleet Foxes, 2008

Fleet Foxes – White Winter Hymnal Lyrics
I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red
tied ’round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin’ in the snow.

And I turned ’round
and there you go.

And, Michael, you would fall.
And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.



Excepter Video – Kill People
Tuesday March 25th 2008, 1:49 pm
Filed under: Indie Music 2008

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The video for Excepter’s Kill People came out yesterday. I’ve had this song in my head for the past three weeks and am pleased to see that the video is just as bizarre as the song itself. It makes me want to play Vice City…and um, kill people. Yeah!

“Excepter, a six-person noise-improv musical group from Brooklyn is an electronic performance group devoted to the destruction of boundaries between the psychic friends network and reality television. DEBT DEPT is an album of protest songs played in anti-commercial style with a timeless message for today’s election-year consumer: “VOTE NO” … or … “MAKE ONE MISTAKE, MAKE IT TWICE” –from Wikipedia

Excepter – Kill People
from Debt Dept, 2008



School of Language – Mohawk, March 25th – Austin
Monday March 24th 2008, 6:32 pm
Filed under: Austin Concerts 2008

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school of language rockist part 1

Playing Mohawk, March 25th with Travis Morrison and The Hellfighters.

School of Language –Rockist Part 1
from Sea from Shore

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The American Analog Set – Hard to Find
Saturday March 22nd 2008, 2:32 am
Filed under: Thoughts in Headphones

Sober walk home at 2:ten in the morning. One mile. I can’t count the amount of people I saw barely staggering past, their friends either laughing at them or rowing in the same boat. Glossy-eyed girls looking like party pictures, losing heels and not realizing it until 5 steps later. The dude playing bumper cars between the hand rails and the bus stop signs. “Dude, are you okay?”. Me thinking of how uncool it must be that I still use the word “dude”, yet waiting for a serious reply. “ThankyouIhaveacabthankyousomuch”. Which makes me feel better, and sad, and hypocritical, and over this rerun. Good friday good night.

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The American Analog Set – Hard to Find
from Promise of Love, 2003

The American Analog Set – Hard to Find Lyrics
We stay hard to find, ’cause it’s too hard to take it.
And we keep that in mind that we’re older and jaded.
We can’t shake it.

Pacific to Eastern we’re bordered and hated,
So we stay hard to find ’cause it’s too hard to take it
No, we can’t fake it.