NEARLY NEAR

Coming soon:

-Screwballs Across America: Texas Chainsaw Edition
-Music for 2011 and stuff
-Updatez

Oh, I got interviewed a couple of months ago. That was neat.

Okay. I'll get back on the horse. Just not tonight.

Lost In Spades

wake me up

Currently enjoying:

-A night at home by myself
-raspberry/vanilla yogurt
-Radiohead's The King of Limbs, in particular the last half, and currently in this order of liking: Codex>Separator>Giving Up the Ghost>Lotus Flower, but that don't mean much past this minute now does it? I'm glad 'mouse dog bird' made the cut.

My heels are cracked. I would like to slowly peel the thick skin off, but that has proved too time consuming/dangerous.

Sing sing. I need time.

So I took it. Off to Fairmont tomorrow with D, Spencer & his pelvic affiliate. Just a week, but should be good fun. I can get a lot of work done that needs to be done, and hopefully free up brain space.

Not to mention watching this gem:

Run! Bitch Run! Trailer from Freak Show Entertainment on Vimeo.

Oh dear! That's a lot of bitches.

But how are you?

SHITTY DRANK

I am making shitty iced tea. That's the kind that comes in a magic powder container. You put the water on top of the flavour dust and magic happens. SHITTY ICED TEA. With no ice.

My brains are in fine form, clearly. Things have been busy busy busy, gang. We start our annual fundraiser at the station on Wednesday. The prep for it has been quite the learning experience. Namely the lack of prep part. I know I'm a mess a lot of the time, but there are certain things that I need to be really organized about. I believe the only thing keeping me from actually being organized is my inability to deal with large messes.

Time for iced tea.

High fidelty lovers in a lo-fi land.

Had my first anxiety attack in about three years yesterday. Buried myself in my closet til I was able to crawl back out and see the sun.

Don't know why the brain is so fucky, but the last week has been a busy one, so obvs.

Putting everything off is no good. Gotta go. Gotta get away. Gotta finish. Maybe, baby. Been putting records on backwards and holding messages up to mirrors. Still the same. Hmm. Locked in, though.

Underdogs still fits like a old shirt.

Maybe this one should have been called Change of Season.

I see you, idiot.

Brinx Job Episode 1

Last night I ended up staying at the station late enough to do a fill-in show for a bunch of high school kids. It was great, plus we had 3 people phone in, which is actually a lot.

Anyways, since I never put radio stuff up here, I thought I would share the episode. This was the first time I actually pulled my logs after and built a podcast out of them.

I hosted with my coworker Mike.

PS - Working at a radio station is awesome. Fact.

Stephen Malkmus - s/t - The Hook

Lyra Brown - She Said She Said [Beatles cover]

Dum Dum Girls - Jail La La 7" - Jail La La

Frank Turner - Poetry of the Deed - Live Fast, Die Old

Mixtapes - Maps - Hope Springs Eternal

Tera Melos - Idioms Volume One - Blast Off! [Weezer cover]

Brazilian Money - Friendly Neighbor - Big Money

Myelin Sheaths - CJSW Sweet Treats - Do the Mental Twist

the Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Gimme Skelter - Shot Down

Audio/Rocketry - Eastward + Onward - Ramblin' Shoes

Fake Problems - Dream Team 7" - Heartless

the Castaways - Nuggets Volume One - Liar, Liar

Hellsongs - Hymns in the Key of 666 - Paranoid [Black Sabbath cover]

Ted Leo & the Pharmacists - The Tyranny of Distance - The Golden Finch and the Red Oak Tree

Shirley Lee - s/t - London Ghost Stories

So many things.

I have a new job. Woot. Still have the old one, too, because I'm hard like that. So I'm working 50+ hours a week, usually. I like it. I'm a Music Librarian. It's the tops!

Anyway, the job is great, and I could do it all day if they let me.

THINGS:
-car insurance
-new car
-letters
-cleaning


It's early spring round these parts. Beautiful times for solo living. And for not that.

Vouloir?

It was all prefab art and cheap perfume. And too fat for my taste but two cats so okay. Wasted, drunk, a spindle. Goodnight Desdemona, I'm going home alone again.