Here are some pictures of what I’ve been up to and some excerpts from recent emails describing those things.

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Okay so I thought it would be good to do a rap session on the persistent new jams of 2009 thus far. Here they are in no real order. None of these uploads are mine; none of the videos linked necessarily correlate to the records. Support bands and labels who do good work, blah blah.

Gary Numan “Radio One Sessions”

Somehow nobody told me to check out Gary Numan until Adam played this in the car while he and I and Elaine were on the way to the last day of HBML and to see Ariel Pink in Boston. We listened to this almost every day at work in April.

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Following Nate Davis’s example from last year, here’s my year ending list of favorite records. These aren’t all necessarily fresh releases, just records I heard for the first time this year and then jammed a ton. Links for these downloads are all from Google; missing ones I just didn’t bother looking for.

#1: It was the Year of The Skaters

The Skaters – Dark Rye Bread
The Skaters – Physicalities of the Sensibilities of Ingrediential Stairways
Pacific Rat Temple Band – Tan Kim (Boa Paradise)
90210 – s/t
James Ferraro – Marble Surf
Vodka Soap – Un Chand Pyramidelier
Nirvana – Body of Consciousness/Uguiya to Jeep by Iguana Greenwave
Teotihuacan – Live Smokeshows from Inside the Ciguri Cave Hazed Diamonds with Windswept Hair

After three or four years of ambivalence toward the Skaters family, something severe ticked over in my mind sometime in February and I fell for them bigtime. The eight releases listed above constituted a basement work/neighborhood walk/long drive/crushing dawn routine that I probably ran almost a hundred times last year. The Pacific Rat Temple Band (vivid slow-marching torchlit underground worship sessions) and the 90210 (E.L.P. hanging out and playing toy instruments over an episode of Night Rider on the other side of the wall and KILLING IT) discs both easily saw three times more play than anything else during this horrendous year, a year in my many basements that very definitively belonged to James Ferraro.

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Pre-summer boring-blog wrapup for my records and your feed reader. I couldn’t be busier. Here’s the what’s what rundown.

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Monday, Tuesday, Thursday

So yeah. I’ve just been out cruising the old roads, rolling around in my 1995, cruising hard with my hair blowing in my 2003, overdriving a pitched up White Album through some kid’s Peavey in Savannah while my friends think it’s funny to pretend to open the jar they keep their pet Black Widow in. This is a long one with pictures.

Dali king, Tufts Library

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I put out a new zine called Test Patterns. It’s 52 pages of drawings, junk and dreams. You can buy it from me in person for 3.50 or from Jacob at HBML, Quimby’s in Chicago or the Marvelous Record and Comics store in West Fuck for 4.50. I will mail it to you for 5 if you live in Amerikkka or 6 if you live in the outlands. All of those numbers are in dollars. Email me about it or leave a comment for me or whatever.

And now on to the normal crawl, L.I.F.E. on a pixel, life on a bristle, life on a sheet: things I did, thought and ate, January 6th, year of our wonder and sorrow 2008.

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It is currently Wednesday, January 2nd, 2008. On Sunday, December 30th, 2007, I ate, did and thought the following.
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Straight up put a :-) at the end of whatever doomed lyrics you want and there’s your blog title, instant 1990s-style Livejournal wakka wakka, the Internet version of the UCB skit with the fortune cookies. The dash is necessary because that makes the smiley face British-style. The American variant of this comic tactic will never be quite as good, no matter how good it may be.

Say it! Say… you’ll give me your… skin! :-)

Oh, no, no, please god help me! :-)

Columbus ruled, Emeralds is the best band.

All joking and whatever aside, the reason I’m bloggin is because I am running in a 5k in two weeks and I need to be able to finish it. I ran two miles a couple weeks ago and I thought this evening would be a good time to go train a little more in the cold cold night. I rode out to the alma mater and started going around the track, and lord if a crowd of dudes walking back from the basketball game didn’t laugh super loud and yell “Look at how gay that guy is running!” while they passed.
But, I say to those dudes (via Facebook if I ever choose to check it again): how many drone bands did you go see last weekend nine hours away from your houses? How many races are you choosing to run in which you will tie jingle bells to your shoes (totally serious) so that all of the neighborhood kids will think it is Santa’s sleigh out racing a 5k? How many hours do you spend watching youtube and playing internet scrabble every day? How many website projects involving modern artists and botanical gardens are you photoshopping and developing Flash for all day? Exactly.

I ate a nice pasta dinner and drank wine tonight. I listened to the Silmaril record a pile of times and started drawing some wallpaper for the kitchen, which Bonsky fixed up a little while I was away. My body sighs (farts) with pleasure at each bite I take that isn’t Taco Bell, Quizno’s, Waffle House, Subway, Denny’s and Papa John’s. So stoked to step it up and spend next fake tour eating nothing but Pizza Hut [Bistro] and Red Lobster.

What a life this is!