Thursday, March 13, 2008


The Morning News went through all 763 mp3s of the acts appearing at SXSW and wrote six-word reviews and rated them. I can't imagine that it was very fun. I'd rather shell 763 pistachios. (And then eat them.) Or make a chain out of 763 paper clips.

I skimmed and listened to like 10 of them. Only Son Lux stuck. Son Lux is Ryan Lott, who apparently is classically trained. I, too, am classically trained. And yet, here I am with all these pistachio shells and paper clips. That sounds like the name of a Joanna Newsom song.

I don't immediately gravitate toward Lott's voice. There's a bit of a brokenness to it, though that adds to the moodscape of his music. And I haven't listened to the lyrics so closely yet, but so far, I really like how his songs are constructed. I think I've heard other artists use or go for similar effects but they often don't have as nice a contextual integration, if that makes any sense.

Here are some songs!

and a remix of Beirut's A Sunday Smile... more broken-ness. Hm.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

favorite things

While this space was lying fallow and empty of the usual loop-the-loop mess that is my typings, I was doing other stuff. SOUNDS INTERESTING! Maybe that just means the loopies stayed in my brain instead of out in the wilderness of the internets. The loopiness is a zero sum game. No, maybe more an imaginary numbers game. Lose lose.

See? i. This is what you have been missing. Not much.

So I thought I'd make a list of some things that I've enjoyed during the past few months. Because I don't really have anything to talk about anyway. And also, I keep making mental notes of things that I'm hating and it's just so easy that I figure I need an exercise in positive thinking.

Book! I'm reading again! Isn't this lovely?! One recent read was Mavis Gallant's Varieties of Exile, a collection of short stories, which is not as heavy as that title seems to me at the moment. I am hearting NYRB! That is not so difficult.
I've also gone into Barnes & Noble a few times to gaze at the books but not buy them just yet, because I have a gift card and you know, I want to buy the bestest books ever. (Any recs???) So for now, I'm just eyeing them all. But sometimes they are just very pretty. Is it me or are books prettier nowadays? Wow, that sounded inane. A few weeks ago, I was walking with a friend and actually asked, "What is that white stuff that is falling from the sky?" It looked like styrofoam and I didn't feel cold. HOW COULD IT HAVE BEEN SNOW??? Um, back to books...I forget how I came across this link, but I do love Peter Mendelsund's fabulous book cover designs. He works for Knopf. What a funny collection of consonants. Knopf.
Even though it was started back in November, the NPR (mostly) music blog Monitor Mix written by Carrie Brownstein of Sleater-Kinney fame has finally entered the blogroll (I'll have a cinnamon bun, chocolate croissant and a blogroll... hahahahaha.. undercooked!). She's a great, exploring writer and pretty damn funny at times in a totally understated way, whether writing about being at SXSW in her latest post, liveblogging the Grammys or making her own Maxim-style "pre"-reviews. Sometimes she writes about music that I really have little to no familiarity with, but that's OK! Cuz she's grrrrreat. Also, hadn't listened to S-K in awhile, and why did I forget that they totally rock??
One last thing for today, but oh so definitely not least, is actually also NPR-related. Oh the many hearts I have for Radiolab. This jewel of a show is actually a few years old, though with very few episodes a season because they take so long to produce and put together. It explores various science-y/big topic matters like Morality or Sleep or Stress, weaving together interviews and exposition and sound clips along with the musings and banter of the two hosts Jad Abumrad (hello radio voice crush!) and Robert Krulwich. The show is constructed a bit like you're discovering things along with the hosts and it feels like a little journey into something big! and important! The show's one of those things that I am not devouring greedily but savoring so, so slowly, picking and choosing among the archives and relishing the fact that there are more episodes to hear.

Sunday, March 09, 2008

in a while, crocodile

Obviously I went on another one of those "sabbaticals" from me ol' blog, to pursue pebble paths of piffling and pishposhery. Obviously my inexplicable fondness for alliteration has survived, intact, with nary a crack.

I'm one year older! Wow. It just gets better and better doesn't it? Maybe one of these days, I won't be carded at carousing establishments. Maybe that'll mean I'm eighty years old. Or maybe one day I'll actually frequent carousing establishments. The Carousing Carousel would be a fun name for a bar wouldn't it and it would spin round and round and everybody would get sick. Bad idea bear.

Anyways, I seem to be regressing yet again. Livin' in the old family home in Grand Suburbia and all that. I had to go to the orthodontist last week because part of my "permanent" retainer broke off. The orthodontist office looks exactly the same as when I had to go in middle school for my braces. The nice orthodontist lady looked the same (maybe she gets carded too), there was the same board of "snacks" that Braces-People shouldn't eat — Taffy, Doritos, Wrappers — the same
hotel room teal-ish and pink color scheme, the same Monet water lilies picture in front of the chair. I wasn't expecting to step back in time. But then I had to dig out my credit card to pay for everything.

And now I also have an ear infection. So I feel all extra off-kilter and a bit like a cranky toddler who needs to take lots of naps. Okay, maybe that part is not so different from before.

At least I don't have to practice piano!!!