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Bad Underwear

Friday, October 10th, 2003
Current Listening:
Ball Cheeze Psychotics: “Apples”
Eat me

Bite me

Lick me

Suck me

I woke up with a sore throat this morning, so I stayed home through my classes. That was okay, though, because I had an Annotated Bibliography to work. Amazingly, I got it done in just three hours’ worth of work.

My underwear sucks. Specifically, the boxers I got on Sunday. They’re 45% polyester, so it’s like wearing a diaper. When I’m sitting on the pot, they creak like they’re stressed or something. Plastic Underpants. Great name for a band. But they suck!

I got a CD from Interpunk in the mail: Dobermans and Bowling Balls by the Ball Cheeze Psychotics. It sounds really good for an independent release. The music is awesome, although some of the lyrics… er… (check my Current Listening for an example). I’ll probably post a review sometime this week.

Ten Foot Pole – “Hey Pete”

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2003

Hey Pete by Ten Foot Pole

“hey pete” she said “it’s not too late

i still think that you’re just great

you need to wait in the right place

where you’ll meet a girl with good taste”

“aw, ma don’t you think i tried?

i think there’s something wrong inside

i have no problem making friends

but that’s where the story ends”

i have no problem hanging out

then i see a glimpse of doubt

and i don’t understand — what makes them not like me?

i’m just trying to be myself

but it’s so far from everyone else

and i don’t understand what makes them not like me

“hey pete i see from what you said

that the problem’s all in your head

and if you want to make a change

you must let go of being strange.”

“yeah mom the problem’s in my brain

sometimes i really think i’m insane

it goes much deeper than fear

deep down inside me i’m just weird

maybe i’m just weird

“you’re not weird pete you’re just fine

and i’m proud to say you’re mine

regardless of the strange things you’ve done

i’m so glad that you’re my son

i really think from what you said

that the problem’s all in your head

and if you want to make a change

you must let go of being strange”

i have no problem hanging out

then i see a glimpse of doubt

and i don’t understand — what makes them not like me?

i’m just trying to be myself

but it’s so far from everyone else

and i don’t understand what makes them not like me

I Am Riff-Raff

Sunday, September 21st, 2003

Hooray For Richard O’Brien


Which Rocky character are you?

Note: This was a post of survey results for “Which Rocky Horror character are you?” I got Riff-Raff. The site is dead now and just a parking page.

Update

Tuesday, August 26th, 2003

I just finished watching Blue’s Clues on Nickelodian.It was… different. For those readers unaware with the general concept, a besweatered (is that a word? Kind of like ‘bespectacled’) man runs around an animated house, following his blue dog as he lays down clues. Obvious jokes about this man’s drug habits aside, the show was fun. I remember watching Sesame Street as a kid, a show filled with giant yellow anthropomorphic birds and furry creatures of an indeterminate origin. That show gave me a nightmare when I was five that I still remember. My dad and I were walking around outside of Walla Walla when a muppet dog came up to us, demanding to know where the bank was. For whatever reason, my dad wouldn’t tell us, so the dog shot him! I woke up crying.


I mean, seriously, whatis this thing?

Anyway, Blue’s Clues is much less terrifying. First of all the main character, whose name is probably ‘Steve’ or ‘John’ or maybe if the producers are adventurous, ‘Bill’ is about as threatening as a lukewarm bowl of soup. All he does is prance around, occasionally singing and ‘Ski-Dooing’, a strange process in which his body spins around while he shrinks to the size of a golf ball so he can explore books and paintings. There is no way in hell he is devious, either, because he can’t accomplish a task (‘Which shape is a triangle?’) without having the disembodied voices of small children shout out the answer, which is usually non-specific (“That one!”). A smart toddler could get through this show shouting only, “That one!” and emerge a winner every time.

Second, none of the animated characters with which Steve-or-Ted-or-Bill interacts have those huge, googly, Muppetâ„¢ eyes. Those alone gave me — still gives me — nightmares.

Current Listening:
Lagwagon: “I Must Be Hateful”
I can’t make the damn phone ring

It’s simply pathetic if I call you anymore

I can’t figure it now

We tallied our scores

I got knocked out

Finally, there were no vampires with obsessive-compulsive disorder on this show. That I’m aware of. Fun Side Note: In folklore, vampires are often believed to be obsessive-compulsive. One way to deal with them, in fact, is to lay a mess of sesame seeds (sesame seeds…. dramatic music……) in their coffins. They will try to count them and spend eternity doing so.

So I watched the show, but could feel my brain atrophy with each note sung. That’s the weird thing about children’s TV — it really does help kids learn, but adults will slowly go mad watching it. There’s no question in my mind that Blue’s Clues is better for kids than Sesame Street was. It’s interactive (as interactive as television can get), and it builds a kid’s confidence. Sesame Street was that way too, but in smaller doses. And what the hell was up with Oscar the Grouch? When I was younger it was my job to take out the trash, and I was terrified that a furry hand would reach out and clench around my throat.

I went up to Aaron’s house last night. We watched Tremors and Mallrats. Both of them I had seen multiple times, but it was still fun. Tremors, desite its B-Movie cheesiness, is a just plain fun flick. Mallrats, though not as funny as it is upon first viewing, is like an old friend now — I’ve probably seen it half a dozen times.

Shawn, Kyle and Reid came up. When i suggested that Aaron make some soup, they attacked me. But it was worth it! That soup is deeeee-licious! I ate it with Triscuits — yummy! After the movies Shawn suggested we pop in the porno (Truth or Dare Fantasies or some crap) he had purchased in Missoula. I took the time to leave.

I came home about 12:30 and recorded a few basslines for some Suckers songs. The album’s almost done — all it needs is two more basslines and vocals on a few tracks.

FMZ Show

Monday, August 25th, 2003

TWO TOWERS COMES OUT TOMORROW!!!! WOOO-HOOOOOO!!!

We plan to watch the movie at John’s house sometime this week, then again in rec room at Knowles Hall after we move up to Missoula. Probably a good way to meet fellow geeks. I need to call John to get him to get the ball rolling. He’s a lazy bum. Examples? The 4th of July float down the Bitterroot that nearly ended in several deaths (although, technically, most of the near-death experiences were my fault) and his somewhat unplanned (though fun nonetheless) jaunts up to Missoula this summer.

Current Listening:
Unconditioned: “No Regrets”
Then God, He filled my heart
He gave me hope and a brand new start

I finally listened to the CD I bought from Unconditioned at the show Friday. The music is pretty good, but unfortunately the lyrics are literally preachy. I looked on their website, and almost every track tells me that Jesus Christ is the reason I’m around. Now music should be music, but I don’t like being told the thing in which I should believe. I don’t regret buying the CD (It’s called No Regrets, interestingly enough), but lyrical message tends to mean a lot to me, so…. hmmmm….

I guess my bass was too loud when I played with the Flying Men. They wouldn’t let me play a walking bassline on “Ed Wood Fantasy”, and we skipped “Lilacs and Icecubes”, which is my favorite song because I can cut loose on bass. But we played the new ska song, so it wasn’t all bad. I just wasn’t in a playing mood. After we played John, Aaron and I left early and went to Denny’s. Then, we went to the University Campus and played acoustic guitar back and forth underneath the Skaggs building.

Update

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003

I worked Monday. Same guy as before. He’s moving, so we hauled furniture into his U-Haul, then down to a storage unit. NWI is playing at the Poetry Slam on Friday, as well as (maybe) the FMZ. If any of us practice. I’m in the most recent production of Lab Rats, onstage this time — as Watson. Thursday I’m going to see Laurel’s dance thingie. I was gonna bring Maggie, but I just don’t think she’d enjoy it. I’ll take her someplace else this summer — maybe to the play at the playhouse.

I’m finally finishing my pop-punk (real pop-punk, like Queers and Screeching Weasel) record from my band The Suckers. All it needs is backup vocals.

Last American Hero

Friday, July 11th, 2003

This is our new Seinfeld-inspired answering machine message:

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It’s only 156k. “Believe it or not, the Shorts aren’t at home….”

Update

Monday, June 23rd, 2003

Sorry loyal readers, but I’ve been busy today. I worked 9-5 and five minutes after I got home Shawn called me. We worked on vocals. The station wagon got a flat, so I have to go in to Les Scwab before work and get the damn thing fixed. Oh, boy! I get to be stressed out while the fix my tire, fearing it’ll make me late! So please excuse me, but I need to write a poem for the KidsFirst Poetry Slam before bed. Current listening: REM, “Nightswimming”: “Nightswimming deserves a quiet night. / The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago, / turned around backwards so the windshield shows. / Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.” Peace.

Update

Sunday, June 22nd, 2003
Hot and Not

Lay’s Chicago Steakhouse Loaded Baked Potato Potato Chips
“Paradise Hotel” on Fox

There’s no better idicator of the health of free enterprise than a business hiring the homeless to advertise for it: Pizza Company Hires Homeless to Advertise. By the way, be doing this weird thing, they also get free coverage from major news sources like CNN and crummy online diaries like this one! What a bunch of friggin’ geniuses.

Last night I watched Big Trouble, the movie based on the novel by the funniest man in America, former Iraqui information minister Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf. No, sorry, I mean Dave Barry (who also has a blog). It was quite funny. One of those fast-paced, cram-as-many-jokes-into-an-hour-and-a-half movies. And the hallucinagenic-squirting toad (a great name for a rock band, zing! Dave Barryism) was classic.

I would like to point out the new feature on the blog for Sundays, the icon “Hot and Not.” Every week, I’ll pick something I find so freakin’ awesome that it blows my mind, and something so freakin’ lame it’ll make the Backstreet Boys look cool in comparison. I drew the icons myself, aren’t they pretty?

Well, today I did some work. Paid work. I had a hell of a time finding the place, though. It seems that Mapquest (I am not linking to protest) told me to turn onto Main Street in Hamilton, then left on Ricketts. For those of you familiar with Hamiltonian geography, Ricketts obviously does not go past Main Street; it stops at the graveyard. So I drove around up by Schneeb’s house for close to a friggin’ hour trying to find the damn place. I finally stopped at this bed and breakfast thingie and called the guy. Maybe I should have chosen Mapquest for my “Not” pick of the week.

Current Listening:
Bad Religion: “Change of Ideas”
So many theories, so many prophecies
What we do need is a change of ideas
When we are scared we can hide in our reveries
But what we need is a change of ideas
Change of ideas, change of ideas
What we do need is a change of ideas

Remember the mouse? The dead on that scared my sister half to death? This guy’s daughter, who is about Maggie’s age, found some live mice in their animal food bucket thingie. A mommy mouse and a baby mouse. Maybe the mummified one my sister found was their daddy, huh? Zing!

I have written three songs for the record NWI is supposed to be recording. We might learn one. They are: “I Really Do Have a Girlfriend”, one of those joke songs about a guy who makes up his girlfriend, “Someday”, a song about living in a boring, tiny, dead town, and “United We Stand”, a song about Americans standing together in ignorance. The highlight of that tune is the a capella break that describes the flag as John Ashcroft’s “stained shit rag.” It’s harmonized! I bought a special T-shirt for our next show; it’s so awesome! It’s an American flag, and below it are the words “UNITED WE STAND” in block letters. And it was only $5.99! Imagine that; patriotism can be bought so cheaply. With that digression over, I’d like to finsih by saying that I’ve also written a couple of songs that have lyrics that are too emotional or aren’t fast enough to be punk, so those go on the next solo record, which I will probably record before the end of the summer.

Review: R.E.M – Up

Saturday, June 21st, 2003

Record Review: R.E.M. : Up

This is one of those records that took me a while to appreciate. I got it back when it came out, during my freshman year of high school. Back then I was a huge Nirvana fan, and I read somewhere that REM was an influence on their sound. So I blindly picked up the most recent REM disc. Needless to say, I hated it. It was so mellow, so acoustic, and above all so weak. Or so I thought.

This record was released after REM’s longtime drummer Bill Berry left the band, and it shows. Yes, there are some live (sounding) drums, but drum machines pepper the record. Not that this is a bad thing; they really add to some tracks, like the halcyon “Airportman”, a track drive more by Michael Stipe’s tranquil lyrics and by looped windchimes than by drums.

My only real quibble with this album is that the guitar is kind of buried. It’s still there — the striking lead on “Lotus” proves that. But it could have been louder. Maybe that’s just my latent headbanger emerging from his slumber. Standing

Current Listening:
Screeching Weasel: “A New Tomorrow”
We don’t need protection against anything anybody might say
We know the government can’t improve our lives anyway
We don’t need to drug ourselves anymore to keep the boredom away
We don’t need anything except relying on ourselves for a change
I can see a new tomorrow

in for the guitar on most of this record are innumerable keyboards: from epic synths on the uplifting closer “Falls to Climb” to organ on several songs to piano on the Beach Boys-influenced “At My Most Beautiful.”

The standout track on the album is the blissfully concise “Why Not Smile.” This one has harpsichord among other things, but it works. Beautifully. Stipe’s melody resolves to the tonic on each line, reinforcing the track’s otherwise staid “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” theme.

There are one or two sleeper tracks that have not, and perhaps will not, grow on me. The song “Diminished”, no standout itself, segues into a sparse acoustic number, “I’m Not Over You.” This vignette doesn’t work. The guitar is a little too sparse, sounding like it was recorded on a boom box. The song sounds incomplete and unfinished — an isolated island in a sea of creativity — almost as if it were an afterthought. The only other song that doesn’t really do it for me is “You’re in the Air”, a trip into falsetto that is best left to Radiohead’s Thom Yorke.

But these are merely good tracks on what is a fantastic album. Staunch headbangers like my fourteen year-old self will be disappointed, but grown music aficionados will find it strangely appealing. This record is the perfect one to fall asleep to. Not because it’s boring, but because it’s soothing. A wonderful melody and a drum loop can be strangely soporific.