Beach House had a teen dream way before Katy Perry and there,I win,with the most hipster statement you will hear all week. In all seriousness,I’ve been playing this beautiful little gem over and and over and I even heard “Zebra”in a Starbucks,which made me want to wear a lot more plaid,grow a beard (too bad I can’t) and drink my weight in PBR. Overplayed is a column about songs I’ve been playing over and over again. They are songs I like or keep hearing. Discuss? What can I say? More indie stuff you’ve probably heard a thousand times before but that opening line kills me,especially the way it builds like a “confetti-burst”and blows “through the balls of my eyes.” Overplayed is a column about songs I’ve been playing over and over again. They are songs I like or keep hearing. Discuss? Our intrepid music writer thumbs his way to and from the legendary music fest Hitchhiking is easy;getting into certain shows at South by Southwest—not so much. I got 11 free rides from good ol’ Flagstaff to Austin,Texas,for one of the biggest interactive,film and music festivals in the country,with well over 2,000 performers in more than 90 venues. It took four days on the road and along the way I met,among many others,a chatty truck driver from Poland who used to trade alcohol to Soviet soldiers for gasoline;a judge who saved me when I got kicked out of a truck stop;a survivalist who drove from Spokane to San Antonio without stopping or sleeping;and a chill lighting director who smokes pot,yet still strongly believes in Jesus and who dropped me off in the midst of downtown Austin.
Made a visit to Rotterdam with Jaleh today to see Kuntshal’s Edvard Munch exhibit. To kill time before the opening,I went to a museum I didn’t plan on ever going to called Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen.
My mother dragged me to this thing,this convention,this seminar to learn about a way to make money. I told her I wasn’t interested,but she said,“C’mon you need a summer job. Just check it out.” Collecting aluminum cans was earning me a nickel a day,so next thing I know,I’m at an “information study” with a circle of my mother’s church friends,all of whom are drinking bottled water and laughing with this guy about luxurious vacations,prostate cancer (I’m not kidding) and finance. Lots of finance. Read More  Reposting this old thing. It came before this. At the first of the year,I took a little crazy adventure to the south of California and tripped over the border to Tijuana. When relating this story to people,most are surprised or confused,so I’m cementing this tale in writing for anyone wanting to know how bizarre and terrifying Mexico’s streets are during the hours of darkness. One of the weirdest pitfalls of consumerism is collectivism. Nearly everyone I know who owns a house has a room for junk filling. In some cases,an extra room just for storage is a huge plus when shopping for a new home. Those that aren’t so lucky rent one of those dozens of Armored Storage cells,surrounded by barbed wire and guarded 24-7 by rent-a-cops and surveillance cameras. I saw Math the Band and mc chris this past weekend at Tempe’s Clubhouse. I didn’t know who either of them were a half-hour before the show,but I had an extraordinarily good time. I took videos too,which came out sucky,but I decided to upload them anyway because I have a weird hobby of saturating YouToob with crap. Do not fuck around with anti-depressants. You’ll end up in a crippling tear-drenched sadness coma,curled up in a ball under your desk,one inch away from suicide. Yet,someone gave me a box of Prozac and Lithium to “sell”to kids at school. Um,yeah,anyway.   So this was it. We were homeless now,crouched low in the overgrowth behind a university gym. To us,home. Smoking cigarettes,our hands placed over our sleeping bags and blowing twisted smoke rings at the branch canopy above us. “This is the taste of freedom,”Levi was saying. “The best cigarettes are the ones under a night sky.” “Isn’t this kind of patronizing,condescending,you know?”I puffed,cringing,paranoid of every sound. “Like,we’re homeless,but we’re only tourists. We can escape this whole thing tomorrow if we wanted.” “What do you mean?” “We chose this. We had a bed for the night and we chose this. Urban camping. But is it belittling to those who can’t choose it?” “Even if this experience is fabricated,it still means something,”Levi said. | |||||
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“…as beautiful as the chance meeting on a dissecting table of a sewing machine and an umbrella…”
