Tag: music

Orange County Punk Fans take note

The Strange Reaction mp3blog posted the tracks from Clockwork Orange County, a 1985 local bands compilation. I saw a lot of these acts at the Concert Factory etc. during my LA/OC commuter punker years. I think I know the guy on the cover, actually.

Some of the acts are familiar (D.I.) and others a bit more obscure (Love Canal).

I saw the Scarecrows do a decent cover of Joy Division’s “Shadowplay” in the basement of the Cathay de Grande in about ’85 with less than 10 people in the audience. Then they dropped their mic into the saxophone and things got ugly.

SO YOU’VE FOUND A GIRL WHO BUYS 2% MILK

Tori Amos is a tremendous talent. Great singer, great songwriter. Love ‘er! However, her raging success in the 1990s was not without collateral damage. Supermarket muzak now consists almost entirely of women singers with that little-girl voice, backed by pianos and acoustic guitars, singing yearningly about their yearning to yearn. It’s dreck. Somehow I imagine Ms. Amos driving around in her car or going to the Stop ‘n’ Slop and hearing Sixpence Nun and the Michelles trying for a sound somewhere between hers and the Sundays and being blithering idiots, and she slams her Super Big Burp down on the cupholder and yells “Fuck.. FUCKING FUCK!”

I hope she does! Because i do.

I’ve always thought I wanted to sell shoes

Competition for the title “Cheesiest Heavy Metal Video Ever” is intense. For one thing, it includes some 1980s material that can only be described as seminal in every way.

Via the Exploding Aardvark and Blabbermouth, I present to you:

Hammerfall – Hearts on Fire (Quicktime)

I will give you only one hint before you click: it’s winter sports-related.

Edit: For those who can’t see video, a small gallery of images is presented for your enjoyment below the cut here

positively 21st st

I forgot that having alcohol near bed time always makes me wake up early. Even a little and GOOD MORNING! I’M ALL PERKY AT 0600!

For the 20th anniversary of the Challenger explosion I think maybe I’ll go get a balsa wood glider and attach a firecracker to it, and then throw it and yell OBVIOUSLY A MAJOR MALFUNCTION! just as it goes off.

Last night’s dinner came out really well. A black japonica/brown rice blend, steamed broccoli with ginger and black pepper, and hot wing “drummettes”. Tonight I think is soup night. I’ll go to Growers Ranch and see what kind of veg-eatables they have that look most soupworthy.

The Rich Girls Are Weeping has an mp3 in advance of Neko Case’s new CD!

Here’s a really long, weird list of new magazines last year courtesy Robotwisdom.com

hi.

We would also drink red flavored punch beverages

When I was in sixth grade, I’d go to my friend Jamie’s house after school sometimes. Jamie’s parents weren’t around after school. We would cook up a can of Chef Boy-ar-dee ravioli and go up in his room. The room had a cool loft in it, and we’d climb up there. We would play records and look at dirty magazines while eating our Chef Boy-Ar-Dee. I remember looking at all this weird crap in the dirty magazines like dildoes and ball-stretchers and various other things that you stick in people or have people whack you with. We didn’t understand any of it but pretended to each other that we did.

Jamie had a record player in his room, too, so we listened to stuff. Mostly we listened to whatever we weren’t supposed to, so dirty comedy was the #1 choice. A personal favorite of his was “The Crepitation Contest” which was all about farting. Also there was some Monty Python.

And then we’d listen to some ELO. Which is why Matthew Sweet’s version of “Do Ya” triggered this memory.

Weird thing is, I still like Chef Boy-Ar-Dee ravioli although I know it’s shit.