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Hojtlåda
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MichaelT85 skrev:
Haha. Ah, yes, the early aughts alt-rock. Staind was another mainstay, as we've mentioned before. It's funny to see these bands are still presumably thriving, even if to a lesser degree to genre kings Nickelback. Isn't the great expanse of music baffling? Like, for instance, how have I only now listened to Townes Van Zandt? Or, how does one person overwhelmingly connect with music that many others cannot? And it's great how a friend's reinforcement or a respected review can push an artist further into your conscious. Music will always be a shared pursuit, which is why I really had a late start in expanding my knowledge (around HS graduation and on), and why sites like last.fm are so appealing. But yeah, I have jobs to call, lunch to eat, things to do. I haven't even really begun listening to music today. What have I become, and when did it all go wrong (or have I been all wrong all along)? These are the questions we face. Etc. Hey! Nearly 1000 characters. I can make it. This is it now!
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MichaelT85 skrev:
So it's a Radiohead day? Coincidentally, yesterday, a friend and I kept using Radiohead song titles in sentences for the hell of it. Eventually, I realized making up more crap wasn't exactly putting me on the "Fast-Track" to my fridge where "True Love Waits." True love, in this case, might be a PB&J sandwich or some cheese crackers. I simply don't have enough "Dollars and Cents" to buy anything futuristic to eat like sardines on spinning plates. Anyway, can't see me writing on Nickelback's debut (1996?!), but I did own that one popular album when I was roughly 16. Even at that age, I spun it a couple times, then promptly tucked it away. Doubt any of this answers your initial question, but I felt like expounding on the issue. You have some high profile shows lined up, I see. Enjoy!
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ryanismygod skrev:
ditto
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bergie117 skrev:
Happy new year! Keep up with the reviews, and have a great 2012. I enjoy them, I hope others do to.
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MichaelT85 skrev:
Have you been listening to BPM's top songs list? How cute! Oh, you know, I meant to ask: what do you think the top 5 albums are between Spacemen 3 and Spiritualized? I currently have two Spacemen albums and four Spiritualized (counting the live album). Just curious if you can rank your favorites, or if there's something big that I'm missing out on.
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K8theGreat skrev:
Your musical compatibility with abailey is SUPER
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Zachathy skrev:
Our compatibility isn't "Super" anymore. What happened?
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MichaelT85 skrev:
In this heat, it's pretty damned refreshing. Ever since I saw Girls live, I've been turned off to his music (worst show last year), but the new song is nice enough. I'm still waiting for that St. Vincent single. That - I'll be interested in. Also, the sax is nice on the M83 track, but I'll wait for the full album to really listen. I'm not always much for singles.
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shins_fan09 skrev:
Yeah, if I had to pick a day to go, it would be Friday. I would die if I got to go...totally worth the 7 hour trip!
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shins_fan09 skrev:
IDK. But are you going?? I want to go insanely badly. Elbow and The Shins int he same day=heaven
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Features Editor
I.
Just give me a suitcase and I'll promise to not look back. Just point me, point me towards the railroad track. I've been staring at the gates, but I've never found a crack, so I'm just looking up, saying, "Deliver me a heart attack." If you're weary, I don't mind sharing the load, just keep me some company on the road. All I've got is a bottle that I ought to leave alone, but it's the only thing that I can call my own, so I'm saying goodbye, and no, I won't forget to write. It's just been too long racing towards a yellow light, and I know that I say this every night, but I don't think I've ever been so tired of life.
And if things should not get better, would you wait for me to change, or would I see you waving goodbye from the window of an aeroplane? If I told you it was hopeless, would you try to understand, or would you leave me for a palm tree and its shadow on the sand? Because I've been waiting all year for the temperature to drop, but now I've got a fever and I don't know how to make it stop. There's still one shoe that hasn't dropped yet. It's hanging on by an aglete. This world seems like a nice place to visit, but I don't want to live in it.
There is not a doctor that can diagnose me. I am dying slowly from Patrick Stickles Disease. There is not a medication that can cure what's ailing me. The only treatment they offer is to hang me from a tree. Life's been a long, sick game of "Would You Rather, so now I'm going to medical school... as a cadaver. Now if I could say only one thing with the whole world listening, it would be, "Leave me the fuck alone... or welcome to the Terrordome."
II.
Oh, I recall the last morning the sun would rise on the race of man, after which, it was clear, nothing could be the same again. When called to answer for their crimes, the only response that they could find was that it seemed like a good idea at the time. Now the sun in the sky has turned to dust, the rivers are running red with blood, and the cries of the helpless are never, never enough.
And those of us who were still alive were rightly afraid to go outside, when VuBu said, "This isn't shoegaze - this is suicide." Then they came with torches and pitchforks, carrying clubs, guns and sharp swords, when the loudest voice I ever heard said, "It's over."
"And I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I’d been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration." [Albert Camus, "The Stranger" (L’Étranger)]
III.
"I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth." [Abraham Lincoln, letter to John T. Stuart, January 1841]
Everything makes me nervous and nothing feels good for no reason. Waking up, it's rarely worth it - the same dark dread every morning. Senior year here in Mahwah, a new world just around the corner. Leave me behind, let me stagnate, in a fortress of solitude. Smoking's been okay so far, but I need something that works faster. So all I want for Christmas is no feelings, no feelings now and never again.
There is a faceplate all brown and red that stretches across my mouth. It's worn for protection, nobody gets in and nobody gets out. I used to look myself in the mirror at the end of every day, but I took the one thing that made me beautiful and threw it away. I was a river, I was a tall tree, I was a volcano. But now I'm asleep on top of a mountain, I've been covered in snow. Yes, I have surrendered what made me human and all that I thought was true. So now there's a robot that lives in my brain and he tells me what to do and I can do nothing without his permission; that wasn't part of the plan. So now in Rock Ridge pharmacy I will be waiting for my man. But there is another down in a dungeon who never gave up the fight and he'll be forever screaming, sometimes I hear him say, on a quiet night, he says:
"You will always be a loser, man. You'll always be a loser now, and that's okay."
Features Editor
I.
Just give me a suitcase and I'll promise to not look back. Just point me, point me towards the railroad track. I've been staring at the gates, but I've never found a crack, so I'm just looking up, saying, "Deliver me a heart attack." If you're weary, I don't mind sharing the load, just keep me some company on the road. All I've got is a bottle that I ought to leave alone, but it's the only thing that I can call my own, so I'm saying goodbye, and no, I won't forget to write. It's just been too long racing towards a yellow light, and I know that I say this every night, but I don't think I've ever been so tired of life.
And if things should not get better, would you wait for me to change, or would I see you waving goodbye from the window of an aeroplane? If I told you it was hopeless, would you try to understand, or would you leave me for a palm tree and its shadow on the sand? Because I've been waiting all year for the temperature to drop, but now I've got a fever and I don't know how to make it stop. There's still one shoe that hasn't dropped yet. It's hanging on by an aglete. This world seems like a nice place to visit, but I don't want to live in it.
There is not a doctor that can diagnose me. I am dying slowly from Patrick Stickles Disease. There is not a medication that can cure what's ailing me. The only treatment they offer is to hang me from a tree. Life's been a long, sick game of "Would You Rather, so now I'm going to medical school... as a cadaver. Now if I could say only one thing with the whole world listening, it would be, "Leave me the fuck alone... or welcome to the Terrordome."
II.
Oh, I recall the last morning the sun would rise on the race of man, after which, it was clear, nothing could be the same again. When called to answer for their crimes, the only response that they could find was that it seemed like a good idea at the time. Now the sun in the sky has turned to dust, the rivers are running red with blood, and the cries of the helpless are never, never enough.
And those of us who were still alive were rightly afraid to go outside, when VuBu said, "This isn't shoegaze - this is suicide." Then they came with torches and pitchforks, carrying clubs, guns and sharp swords, when the loudest voice I ever heard said, "It's over."
"And I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I’d been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration." [Albert Camus, "The Stranger" (L’Étranger)]
III.
"I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth." [Abraham Lincoln, letter to John T. Stuart, January 1841]
Everything makes me nervous and nothing feels good for no reason. Waking up, it's rarely worth it - the same dark dread every morning. Senior year here in Mahwah, a new world just around the corner. Leave me behind, let me stagnate, in a fortress of solitude. Smoking's been okay so far, but I need something that works faster. So all I want for Christmas is no feelings, no feelings now and never again.
There is a faceplate all brown and red that stretches across my mouth. It's worn for protection, nobody gets in and nobody gets out. I used to look myself in the mirror at the end of every day, but I took the one thing that made me beautiful and threw it away. I was a river, I was a tall tree, I was a volcano. But now I'm asleep on top of a mountain, I've been covered in snow. Yes, I have surrendered what made me human and all that I thought was true. So now there's a robot that lives in my brain and he tells me what to do and I can do nothing without his permission; that wasn't part of the plan. So now in Rock Ridge pharmacy I will be waiting for my man. But there is another down in a dungeon who never gave up the fight and he'll be forever screaming, sometimes I hear him say, on a quiet night, he says:
"You will always be a loser, man. You'll always be a loser now, and that's okay."
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mar
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Dr. Dog
Rams Head Live!, Baltimore MD, USA
9 ska gå
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mar
22
Gotye
9:30 Club, Washington DC, Washington, USA
12 ska gå
1 hojtning
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mar
27
Metronomy
Rock and Roll Hotel, Washington DC, Washington, USA
12 ska gå
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maj
3
Feist
Progress Energy Center Raleigh Memorial Auditorium, Raleigh NC, USA
8 ska gå
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maj
10
Spiritualized
9:30 Club, Washington DC, Washington, USA
18 ska gå
1 hojtning
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maj
12
Spiritualized
Cat's Cradle, Carrboro NC, USA
11 ska gå
4 hojtningar
Bloggar (5)
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Live Review and Photos: M83, October 28, 2011, Black Cat – Washington, DC
12 dec 2011
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Live Review: City and Colour, December 10, 2011, 9:30 Club – Washington, DC
12 dec 2011
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Live Review and Photos: Foo Fighters, November 11, 2011, Verizon Center –…
19 nov 2011
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Festival Review and Photos: Popped! Music Festival, September 23-24, 2011, Liacouras…
19 nov 2011
