Dream on. Stop being so cheesy. You do not really think you belong. These are the things I hear all day when I do community service and try to talk to women. It becomes clear I should just cry and go to Red 7 for their anniversary shows. The Coathangers are beloved to this blog. Putting the punk in HOTlanta!!!!!!!!!!
I saw Dean Wareham play this weekend at Antone’s here in Austin. Wes was crazy drunk. The neon u in the word blues was freaking me out. The beer selection sucked. He was doing all Galaxie 500 songs and mumbling stories I never will know. The crowd was what I expected.( Bullshit) Then the last song of the night in his encore was this Joy Divison cover. Ceremony. Avenues all lined with trees. LIVIN.
Big rap show here in the ATX!!!!!!!!!!!!Why not??? Live hip hop on Saturday at the Mohawk…El-P, Killer Mike, Despot and Mr Mouthauckin eXquire!!!!Legit to this blog. I love hip-hop. I love to blaze this underground shit. Word.
I’m in love with rock n roll. I’m in love with Austin. I’m in love with I-35. This Friday will be the return of Jonathan Richman to the ATX with a show at the Mohawk. Hells yeah! Roadrunner! Roadrunner! This video is of the man himself with the Modern Lovers kicking it out. Big shows this weekend.
Rock returns to the Mohawk with Ty Segall and White Fence throwing down Friday at the Mohawk. Not sure if they will play separate and together or what, fuck it’ll make sense later. Saturday at Mohawk is a nice lil road show with Father John Misty playing. I am a fan of this record not Fleet Foxes so check it. Weekend of jams here in the ATX.
Tonight I work. No regrets…I need the cash. At the Emo’s East tonight though are Spiritualized. I dream of being there, chewing pills, sunglasses on, eyes closed possibly filled with tears, hallucinating, time travel, dark shadows, more drugs, scotch with water, lights flashing, loss of senses, temperature fluctuating, heartbeats fading, light, happiness. I need cash though.
2 of my favorite people whom I never met died this week. Maurice Sendak and Adam Yauch.
Yauch: I want to say a little something that’s long overdue The disrespect to women has got to be through To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends I want to offer my love and respect to the end
Sendak: “I am not a religious person, nor do I have any regrets. The war took care of that for me. You know, I was brought up strictly kosher, but I — it made no sense to me. It made no sense to me what was happening. So nothing of it means anything to me. Nothing. Except these few little trivial things that are related to being Jewish. … You know who my gods are, who I believe in fervently? Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson — she’s probably the top — Mozart, Shakespeare, Keats. These are wonderful gods who have gotten me through the narrow straits of life.”
"I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready."
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”
Sunday in the city of Austin, Jeff Mangum will be preforming to our sustained shock. Neutral Milk Hotel was inspiring to say the least so the door is open for this concert to be game changing. I am missing the best night of Psychfest to see this so …fuck it.