| DRAkE vs. RADiohEAD 1:0 |
[20 Apr 2008|06:45am] |
I've just been listening to this:
and I can't get over how blatantly he gets ripped off by these guys:
I'm a bit ashamed for only noticing this now, but not many people seem to point it out on the net either...it's especially apparent on "Parasite"...check it out
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| Apple vs. Apple |
[24 Mar 2008|03:48am] |
This one goes out specially to Laura and Jim ! It's not *as* hilarious as "No direction..period" but pretty awesome still:
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| No direction...period |
[21 Mar 2008|04:33am] |
Just in case someone out there hasn't seen it yet..this is probably my favourite item on youtube...like, evah, like...
"Bob Dylan wrote a lot of popular songs ... but did you know he wrote ALL popular songs?"
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[21 Mar 2008|04:26am] |
Yep, THEE Sonics...
Only found out about it today...there's no way we can hang out in London all the time to watch this or that concert....but aarrgghh !
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| Acoustic awesomeness |
[15 Mar 2008|04:32pm] |
Just because I mentioned it somewhere else and wanted to check it out myself...
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| hauntingly beautiful gospel |
[11 Mar 2008|05:05am] |
"1. Is this music good or bad ?
2. If it's bad, does he know it ?
3. If it's bad and he knows it, is he
a) just telling his audience to get fucked;
b) fulfilling contractual obligations;
c) groping for something he is at present incapable of fulfilling;
d) putting out product because like Dylan, John Lennon, etc. he simply has nothing better to do and can't admit he's washed up ?
4. If this music is good, does that mean that he is trying to tell us something we may not want to know (cf. latent anguish theory) ?
5. If this music is good, is it also good for us ?
6. If it's good and the effect of that goodness is to depress us, should we keep listening ?
7. If it's bad, are reviews like this not the worst possible medicine for his afflictions ? Should we tell him he's jiving himself, and effect a boycott until he relocates himself ?
8. If it's bad, why am I so much more fascinated with him in a state of decay than I was when he was making one fine, solid, mainstream album after another ?"
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| The Gospel according to Lester pt.3 |
[27 Feb 2008|06:26am] |
"The first two Fugs albums are enshrined forever in the pantheon of heroic rock'n'roll manias. The inspiration blazing behind songs like "Swinburn Stomp", "Nothing" and "Frenzy" will never again be equalled. I remember buying the Virgin Forest album in 1966, staggering back to the record store and asking the girl what their first album could be like. "Oh, pretty much like that", she smiled, "except more primitive." More primitive ? Much more primitive than that and they'd have loincloths and bones in their noses...Unfortunately, however, the Fugs were seduced by the big money,...and after that their albums got worse and worse."
"In the great bowling alley of your mind, I am your pinboy."
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| The Gospel according to the Monks |
[26 Feb 2008|05:30am] |
"One of the strangest stories in rock history, the Monks were formed in the early '60s by American G.I.s stationed in Germany. After their discharge, the group stayed on in Germany as the Torquays, a fairly standard beat band. After changing their name to the Monks in the mid-'60s, they also changed their music, attitude, and appearance radically...Their insistent rhythms recalled martial beats and polkas as much as garage rock, and the weirdness quotient was heightened by electric banjo, berserk organ runs, and occasional bursts of feedback guitar. To prove that they meant business, the Monks shaved the top of their heads and performed their songs -- crude diatribes about the Vietnam war, dehumanized society, and love/hate affairs with girls -- in actual monks' clothing."
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| The Gospel according to Lester pt.2 |
[25 Feb 2008|06:34am] |
"The song was a shlockhouse grinder, completely fatuous. It started out with this fuzz guitar riff they stole off a Johnny Rivers hit that escapes me just now - it was the one just before Secret Agent man - then went into one of the stupidest vocals of all time. It went, let me see, some jive like: "I feel depressed, I feel so bad/Cause you're the best girl that I've ever had/I can't get yer love, I can't get affection /Aouw, little girl's psychotic reaction.../An' it feels like this!" And then they'd shoot off into an exact "I'm a man" ripoff. It was absolute dynamite. I hated it at first but then one day I was driving down the road stoned and it came on and I clapped my noggin: "What the fuck am I thinking of ? That's a great song!"
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| The Gospel according to Lester pt1 |
[24 Feb 2008|07:14am] |
"How do they sound? Perfect! They can't play a lick! But mainly they got the right attitude, which is all rock'n'roll's ever been about from day one. (I mean, not being able to play is never enough.)...They just whang and blang away while singing in harmonies reminiscent of three Singing Nuns who've been sniffing lighter fluid and their voices are just so copacetic together (being sisters, after all) you'd almost think they were Siamese triplets...Guitar style: sorta like 14 pocket combs being run through a moose's dorsal, but very gently. Yet it rocks. Does it ever."
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| Konstrukt |
[08 Feb 2007|06:30am] |
What a weird an exhausting but productive month nonetheless...
We were supposed to work in Paris but postponed: 1st due to tiredness and 2nd due to minus temperatures (no construction related chemicals work at -5°C...). We were in my hometown for a fortnight coz my dad had his open heart surgery (aortic valve replacement and five - yes five bypasses, he swore to quit smoking, not sure what's the status quo on this, he made it out without serious complications ( there's a 10% mortality rate..) - which is close to winning a jackpot, but is totally depressed now nonetheless and cursing doctors, surgeries, hospitals etc.
So there was little guitar play, lotsa medicine talk, lotsa freezing as well (V saved me from dying of hypothermia, when we got back to an unheated flat in france with a room temperature of 5°C - I went to bed undressed and felt weirdly cozy and comfy - pretty whacked at 5°C, it was only when she forced me to put on clothes that my teeth started chattering).
There were lots of improvements though, our flat is totally Fort Knoxified now, the toilet sorta works, my computer has a new dvd burner, the hard drive is empty, I fixed V's NII, we sorta fixed the Les Paul (but I'll have to fix it some more), our hamsters got some freaky interior architecture, we fixed all sorts of clothes, we booked hotels and mapped routes (I won't even dare saying anymore what for), we sorted our bootleg collection, we fixed the laptop, I got the (american) Micro Cube to work, I reordered my mp3 collection, we analyzed and scrutinized our (pretty threatening) finances, V fixed the long dead PDA and her Polaroid camera...the only thing we didn't fix are our retarded sleeping patterns - I seriously don't know how anymore either, I think we tried everything...
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| How bizarre.. |
[08 Feb 2007|06:17am] |
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Come on, come on
Hit the accelerator, the accelerator
I paid a speeding ticket today. That's not bizarre yet. But I paid a speeding ticket half a year ago as well. Exactly half a year ago. On the 3rd of august 2006 at 3:24 am I got flashed at 111 km/h in a 90 km/h zone and then again on the 3rd of february at 2:24 am driving 113 km/h in another 90 km/h zone. And guess what..it's winter time as opposed to summer time, hence in a way 3:24am IS 2:24am. Looks like once every half year I'm compelled to chase the devil...god knows who's pulling the strings...
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| 2006 WTF ?? |
[31 Dec 2006|11:59pm] |
2006 was a weird and disrupted year and it went too fast, hence I had to account for it's passing and asked myself - what the fuck happened with it anyhow ?
( Read more... )
No surprise the year went so fast and felt so stressful - it was either a permanent rush as in the States on tour, or fighting administrations and practical obstacles in Paris or crisis managing of health and technical issues in LB - no surprise either, that our finances are completely, completely and utterly destroyed and ruined either...well very badly bruised anyhow. We spend nearly every third night in a hotel of sorts and rented 25 different cars alone. It was the year,too that I finally got aware that the *real* wars that have to be fought in the 21st century are against manufacturers and sellers of technical, media and communication devices of every kind (laptops, digital cameras, cell phones, printers, hard drives, wifi routers, PDA's, mp3 players, mcd players) and especially the goons calling themselves "service providers" in the field of tele communication and their fucking "amigo ecenomy".
What's pleasantly surprising though is that we survived everything somehow, that our hamster still recognize us (and are willing to interact) and that the guitar playing progressed quite nicely in spite of everything (learnt my first proper guitar solo,too - Troy's part in QOTSA's 'In my head" !!).
I hope in 2007 we get to finish projects, get to sleep in our own bed more often, see everyone we care for healthy and happy (including ourselves, if possible), rent less cars, take less planes (i.e. hold some dough together), eat healthier food, play loadsa cool music ourselves, listen to loadsa cool music being played and produced by others, progess on all sorts of personal and interpersonal and inter-species levels and that everyone survives and arrives alive and all that...in 2007.
Everyone have a cool, happy, healthy new year !!!
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| selfanalysis time |
[01 Dec 2006|04:41am] |
I have to thank ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ilna and freedom_corrupt team action for this tag. Frankly I didn't think I'd be able to come up with as many quirks, as I am really very, very and ordinary and average. Took some time, too, but I managed. So here's the rules:
Start off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose five people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!
1. First song ever I can remember (from early childhood days) and remember singing, too was "Lover, lover, lover come back to me" by Leonard Cohen.
2. There was a phase when I dreamt of removing gallbladers laparoscopically every night.
3. On my first day to school ever, age 6, my parents dressed me into a pink two piece jeans suit.
4. Quite often I sing random excerpts of songs/lyrics straight into our hamsters faces to try and elicit some sort of reaction - "Scarborough Fair" triggers instant fight/flight reactions f.e.
5. Phobias I partially have under control or work on getting under control are taking planes, creatures with more than four legs and dentists.
6. I got my motorbike license, because I loved JAMCs "The living end" so much. And while I drove nearly a hundred different cars (and car types) for hundred thousands of miles and only crashed one of them, I crashed my motorbike thrice in the first year.
7. The only exam I ever failed was the practical part of the driving license. Never anything else in school nor medschool. On the other other hand I started, but failed to finish three different doctorate thesises.
8. I (or rather we, since V was there also) met Javis Cocker in the subway and Jack White at Starbucks.
9. I hate the remotest contact with butter (or margarine or other spreadable fats for that matter), not even speaking of actually ingesting any. I hate the contact with sand, too but try and overcome it to go swimming in the sea. I instantly have to rinse and regrease my skin as soon as I leave the beach, though. Same for freshly washed hair, never leave the house without dousing them in coconut oil before.
10. I tried sorting my collection of band shirts alphabetically on clothes hangers recently, but once they were on the hangers V intervened pointing out that gravity would ruin them, so I had to fold everything back. These actions swallowed up easily two hours.
And I tag phantastes, primroseport, scarletbea, siddacious and vampodrama to fulfill the same task...of course only, if you really WANT to...
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| Stille Tage |
[23 Sep 2006|08:37pm] |
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The last few weeks have been weird and exhausting but completely actionless. Our sleep is totally f***ed again, that's what you get from years of nightshifts and too many transatlantic trips I guess. We sleep sometimes for 2, for 5 or 12 hours at totally random hours of the day. It really screws up the neuroendocrines..and we watch the Sopranos a lot, I very much dig that series it's very smart in many aspects. I think I might overidentify with Tony Soprano a bit ...but I swear that we had the enteritis before he had the food poisining in the "Funhouse" episode of the second season. Anyhow I wish I had the (organizations) backup to be able to go around and shoot into people's kneecaps, too. A lot of people are trying to dick with us on a business level, on a near daily basis..so I guess a baseball bat would do wonders. But alas ! I'm too civilized, so I guess it won't happen - yet..
Another thing I noticed about watching the Sopranos is that it leaves a constant craving for Macchiato and Antipasti, which can't be good on a dietary level.
A propos Funhouse - I just realized that the Stooges sound a lot like the Doors sometimes (at least on certain Doors songs like "Break on through" f.e.). Another thing I realized is that in music nothing is about notes and everything is about accentuation and articulation. We stumbled over the riffs/intro's whatever of Wish, Burn the witch, Steady as she goes and Satisfaction and what's in common, is that it's all awesome guitarparts that are shockingly simple but killer effective with the proper timing and accentuation (and gain admittedly).
There's a kite surfing derby going on here - they had the most awesome conditions - strong winds, choppy sea with 2 m high waves, yet sunny and warm. In the evening there was a massive storm though that introduced autumn exactly on the 21st of september, leaves on the ground and everything.
Bookswise I finished "Please kill me" and moved to "Moveable Feast", which comes handy because it might help me getting oriented better in Paris, as I'm hopeless so far..
Oh and I nearly forgot (or maybe repressed - see it's the Sopranos talking again..) the most important news: looks like we'll have a niece or nephew sometime next year...it's disturbing and unsettling...makes you rethink some life choices but I think I'm very happy where I am right now. We figured we'll get the kid a stratocaster and a mini amp though - yay, amplified toddlers, every parents living nightmare !
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| Empty seasons in the sun |
[09 Sep 2006|06:13am] |
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Miraculously we managed to overcome all inhibitions and went swimming in the sea during the last three days. It's quite warm and sunny for september, the beaches and sea are empty so it's really nice. Admittedly the water's pretty cold, so we never stay for much more than half an hour, but that gives sufficient time to bodyboard-surf a few waves and hunt seagulls. Disturbingly we hadn't gone swimming in the sea for like two years at least, which is even more stupid considering we're living basically on the beach - but these days are over.
Apart from that we did some tumor surgery on poor, tiny (and yet so big) Sasquatch, who had been modelling so beautifully for the MC5 pic hours before. All went well and he was very compliant as a whole, especially considering that the tumor was inside the outer ear channel.
It's strange out of five hamsters we have/had, two had these tumors (that the vet had never seen before in hamsters, but that shapewise match something dogs develope after papilloma virus infections)..and both in strange locations Castor in the pouch, Quatch in the ear. And none of them ever had direct contact with dogs and supposedly it's not transmittable to other species than dogs anyhow. It's really weird, none of our hamsters ever die of old age, even if I think we treat them really well. Pollux died of probably diabetes/kidney failure, Castor died of ascites/heart failure probably due to Amyloidosis that could have been a consequence of her papilloma associated tumor, Hurricane died a sudden unexplained death and was cannibalized by Sasquatch, who now developed the same type of tumor as Castor. Velouria is totally wacko, but at least physically healthy ;)
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| Get off of my cloud ! |
[05 Sep 2006|06:00am] |
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The last few days our hometown has been swallowed into a big cloud of fog and humidity. Laundry doesn't dry anymore, there's no horizon visible on the sea and paper documents flying around turn moist spontaneously. Thank god the invaders are leaving and going back to Paris, so the beach slowly turns empty and the streets as ghosttownlike as I prefer it.
I read at the moment:
This book is hilarious...especially the episodes about the Ramones (and their glue habbits), the Stooges (and their traffic issues) and the MC5 (and their PR problems). Plus it explains a lot of musical and personal connections I never knew about, it's extremely well documented and a very light entertaining read about times that seem like a different planet from a 21th century point of view.
My favourite (live) band at the moment (although V pointed out, that QOTSA are bloody amazing and she's right, so yes, they have to share the throne):
These guys are an awesome band, I know it's not exactly insiders knowledge, but everyone should believe the hype. White/Benson as a songwriter duo have Lennon/McCartney or Jagger/Richards qualities, they play guitar like a two-headed-Jimmy Page monster - perhaps even bluesier (and they have his full recognition). Keeler/Lawrence are a raw, powerful and groovy rhythm section and Lawrence especially comes across a bit goofy/geeky, but very cute and highly entertaining to watch. I've seen them twice in festivals and they managed to tear the roof apart both times, in Rock en Seine they had the best response I've ever seen for a band there. Jack White is an incredible frontman, very intense, visceral, unique singer, flexible in choice of instruments and he owns every song he decides to cover, be it Dolly Partons "Jolene" or Nancy Sinatras "Bang Bang" and he gets away with singing these songs, that are written from a female perspective, without it coming across phony or weird at all. Anyone who doesn't go to see them live decides to miss rock'n'roll history in the making (and probably the best live act around).
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