Come on, get happy!

[matthew]

Who-hoo!, another reason for people to hate Quebec!

[matthew]

Final episode of Sex and the City this week! Yes! And I didn't have to sit through a single episode. Yeah for me!

 

[matthew]

Who-hoo!, another reason for people to hate Quebec!

I always thought it was Sex in the City...

[Moetown]

I done got me a new fence. I'd been talking about doing it since I moved in, and I finally just did it. It wasn't cheap, but it sure looks nice.

[Moetown]

I feel a sense of pride lightly clouded by shame from seeing my name in all three categories of the crappity site.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

Final episode of Sex and the City this week! Yes! And I didn't have to sit through a single episode. Yeah for me!

 

Don't ever let anyone tell you that you didn't accomplish anything in your life.

I used to think it was Sex in the City too.  Lazy South mouths won't e-nun-ci-ate th' "and."

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

I done got me a new fence. I'd been talking about doing it since I moved in, and I finally just did it. It wasn't cheap, but it sure looks nice.

Call the appraiser, you have just increased the value of your home!

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

Thank yous to Caw for the moving tribute to JJ Jackson at the close of yesterday...

So he was like forty when MTV hired him?  Imagine that ever happening again.

I always liked it when he said, "The Burnah Tina Turnah!"

R.I.P., J.J.

[Moetown]

Patience is a virtue.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

Okay...you ever rated a book or a cd or something at amazon.com...and then they give you recommendations based on that?

I do it occassionally and I don't know why I bother, because they've never once recommended something to me that I'd be interested that I didn't already know about.

Anyway, I was checking my recommendations the other day and I see they're suggesting this Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Book for me.  I'm like, "What the fuck?"  I click "why was this recommended" and they say it's because I enjoyed R. Crumb's "Life & Death Fritz the Cat."

I mean, the SI swimsuit girls' asses and legs are way too skinny for R. Crumb's taste.

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

Whoa, amazon lattice.

[Moetown]

I guess I have nothing better to do than fight to keep this topic at the top of the stack.  

[Poop Fresh-Herbed Pickles]

Okay, so I'm checking out this Franz Ferdinand finally (lattice moment: my friend from New York who recommended them just called me)...

This is not a review.  I've only heard a few songs one time...They're very talented...but why does it seem that every new band I check out is doing this whole new-wave/punk-funk/disco/cbgb-whatever?  I mean, it was fun for a minute, but can we move on please?

A week from now after I give them a few fair spins, I may like it.  But that's not my point.

I guess what I'm really upset about is that it seems like the only new musical adventures that are satisfying me lately are when I check out old stuff that I haven't heard before.

And it's not like I'm closing myself off to new experiences.  I try new stuff and I try new stuff...but it's always that old historical thing that gets me excited.

It's like music up and died on me after 1997.  I mean, really.  It's like all my favorite bands either broke up after 1997 or went past their prime.

I never wanted to be that guy who got stuck in a nostalgia warp with music.  I always wanted to keep going forward with all art I'm passionate about, but I feel like I got lost with music somewhere along the way.

I don't want to live solely in the past: mine or anyone else's.

[Doctor Rock]

Hey, I know what you mean.  I feel the same way.

Soo... New bands I've been listening that don't follow the new wave/punk-funk/disco train:

I'm really digging Oneida's last one
I've been listening a lot to the Mermen (well they're not quite new but...)
Frog Eyes
Broadcast (if you like retro-futuristic music à la Stereolab)
Good old Califone, dog bless them
The Besnard Lakes (right now, in my opinion, the best band in Montreal, and they don't even have a label)

[matthew]

It's like music up and died on me after 1997.  I mean, really.  It's like all my favorite bands either broke up after 1997 or went past their prime.

I never wanted to be that guy who got stuck in a nostalgia warp with music.  I always wanted to keep going forward with all art I'm passionate about, but I feel like I got lost with music somewhere along the way.

I don't want to live solely in the past: mine or anyone else's.

You are officially 'old'. Start digging.