Saturday, September 30, 2006
This is funny.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Dragons, coffee.
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>To: Michael
>From: 2SweetTim
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>Yo mike wazzup? been awhile g. i wuz kickin it 2
>some classic rawk n i thought whatever hapened to
>long tunez bout dragons an shit with wycked guitars
>an sords an shit.........like all this tekno shit
>aint got that flow. climbin mountains wit wizards
>like led zeplin. my girl thingks shakira is da bomb
>but im like, she aint wailin ona axe with lightnin
>behind her bitch shut up.....
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>can you kick it classic like the good stuff for your
>main dawg 2Sweet?
>ill listen 2 it witha beer.
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>22Sweet.....
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>ps no tekno shit in this one k.
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Tim, always for you, man.
I Would Save the Maiden...
Food songs are over. Adventure songs have begun!
(P.S. This one was hard, let me know if you have any suggestions. I puzzled over the music around the second guitar solo, since I'm kind of a lousy lead guitarist. Any ideas?)
>
>To: Michael
>From: 2SweetTim
>
>
>Yo mike wazzup? been awhile g. i wuz kickin it 2
>some classic rawk n i thought whatever hapened to
>long tunez bout dragons an shit with wycked guitars
>an sords an shit.........like all this tekno shit
>aint got that flow. climbin mountains wit wizards
>like led zeplin. my girl thingks shakira is da bomb
>but im like, she aint wailin ona axe with lightnin
>behind her bitch shut up.....
>
>can you kick it classic like the good stuff for your
>main dawg 2Sweet?
>ill listen 2 it witha beer.
>
>22Sweet.....
>
>
>ps no tekno shit in this one k.
>
>
Tim, always for you, man.
I Would Save the Maiden...
Food songs are over. Adventure songs have begun!
(P.S. This one was hard, let me know if you have any suggestions. I puzzled over the music around the second guitar solo, since I'm kind of a lousy lead guitarist. Any ideas?)
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Enter the Web of Illusion: A Short, Short Novella.
Prelude:
In Texas, there are big trucks that drive about 90 miles an hour down the freeway, swerving in and out of traffic like formula ones.
Chapter One.
Driving to class, I was behind a truck. The truck was pretty big, and had detail work done on its paint. In short, it looked like the sort of trucks that drive very fast in Texas. Following a strategy of getting behind reckless speed freaks and following at a safe (albeit speedy) distance, I switched lanes and matched pace with the truck.
Chapter Two.
Time passed. The road reeled ever outward into the nothingness of Texas.
Chapter Three.
It slowly dawned on me that I was not actually going fast. I looked at my speedometer. Ten miles below the speed limit.
"What the hey?" I exclaimed.
Chapter Four.
It occurred to me that the truck merely appeared to be a fast truck, and thus gave off the illusion of speed. In fact, the truck was The Great Deceptor, and I was ensnared by the tangled brambles of illusion that grew from it.
Chapter Five.
I passed the truck.
The End.
In Texas, there are big trucks that drive about 90 miles an hour down the freeway, swerving in and out of traffic like formula ones.
Chapter One.
Driving to class, I was behind a truck. The truck was pretty big, and had detail work done on its paint. In short, it looked like the sort of trucks that drive very fast in Texas. Following a strategy of getting behind reckless speed freaks and following at a safe (albeit speedy) distance, I switched lanes and matched pace with the truck.
Chapter Two.
Time passed. The road reeled ever outward into the nothingness of Texas.
Chapter Three.
It slowly dawned on me that I was not actually going fast. I looked at my speedometer. Ten miles below the speed limit.
"What the hey?" I exclaimed.
Chapter Four.
It occurred to me that the truck merely appeared to be a fast truck, and thus gave off the illusion of speed. In fact, the truck was The Great Deceptor, and I was ensnared by the tangled brambles of illusion that grew from it.
Chapter Five.
I passed the truck.
The End.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
ACL 2006: Day Two
So me and Maggie and our friend Nicole are standing in the near-dark watching Austin band Explosions in the Sky and this hippy-looking guy with no shirt walks past and stands about three feet in front of us. I notice him briefly and refocus my attention on the rock music at hand. The Maggie says something like, "That guy is taking off his clothes." Well, what do you say to that? I look at the guy again, and sure enough, his pants are around his ankles and his boxers are low enough to display about one third of his crack. Our first thought is, "this guy is drunk and getting ready to pee right there."
Wrong.
He drops his boxer shorts all the way and waddles, full-frontal through the crow to this couple and grabs the guy's wrist as the guy backs away. By this point we are all enthralled. A naked hippie! Clearly on drugs! What the hell is he doing? Does he know that couple? It was fascinating. Eventually the guy, I guess, coaxes the naked man to put his pants back on, and the naked man disappears. Leaving the stage area, we passed him. He was lying in the fetal position on the ground.
Other than that, we saw some great bands. TV on the Radio was fantastic. Maggie really liked What Made Milwaukee Famous.
Ben Kweller was enjoyable, but he got this outrageous nosebleed, blood was all over his guitar and the piano and it just kept coming. He asked the audience for a tampon, and by god somebody delivered, but it fell out after about half a song and, since the blood just kept coming, he had to leave the stage.
Calexico was a fun concert band. Although, in concert they were like a crazy exploded mariachi band and on their website they sound like folk. Go figure.
The Shins were great. They were a little more rocking live.
Aimee Mann was a little disappointing. She toned it all down too much. And Massive Attack was sort of like listening to Massive Attack with lots of stage lighting. Willie Nelson did exactly what you might imagine.
Then there was...
Kings of Leon. This band sucks a mighty jug of suck, and dumb-looking people sing along. Screw you Kings of Leon.
More tomorrow!
Wrong.
He drops his boxer shorts all the way and waddles, full-frontal through the crow to this couple and grabs the guy's wrist as the guy backs away. By this point we are all enthralled. A naked hippie! Clearly on drugs! What the hell is he doing? Does he know that couple? It was fascinating. Eventually the guy, I guess, coaxes the naked man to put his pants back on, and the naked man disappears. Leaving the stage area, we passed him. He was lying in the fetal position on the ground.
Other than that, we saw some great bands. TV on the Radio was fantastic. Maggie really liked What Made Milwaukee Famous.
Ben Kweller was enjoyable, but he got this outrageous nosebleed, blood was all over his guitar and the piano and it just kept coming. He asked the audience for a tampon, and by god somebody delivered, but it fell out after about half a song and, since the blood just kept coming, he had to leave the stage.
Calexico was a fun concert band. Although, in concert they were like a crazy exploded mariachi band and on their website they sound like folk. Go figure.
The Shins were great. They were a little more rocking live.
Aimee Mann was a little disappointing. She toned it all down too much. And Massive Attack was sort of like listening to Massive Attack with lots of stage lighting. Willie Nelson did exactly what you might imagine.
Then there was...
Kings of Leon. This band sucks a mighty jug of suck, and dumb-looking people sing along. Screw you Kings of Leon.
More tomorrow!
Friday, September 15, 2006
ACL 2006: Day One
It's time for the Austin City Limits Music Festival again! Today was the first day, and man, it was hot (mid 90s? Upper 90s?) but it felt cool since the last day of last year was 107 with dust so thick it looked like fog (is this sounding fun?)
Today's best band was Wolf Parade
for sure. Weird keyboards, theremins, and rocking abounded.
Other highlights for me were Okkervil River, whose sloppy rocking was quite enjoyable despite the fact that I missed the first half of "No key, No Plan."
Gnarls Barkley was enjoyable in their neo-post-motown-gospel-by-way-of-indy-mash-up stage act, complete with chicks with bow ties and Cee-lo singing in a white suit.
Sparklehorse was pretty good, but still disappointing. How do you have four albums and manage to not play most of your best songs? They kept starting songs and I would think, "They're playing this song?!?"
Hey Van Morrison! When did you pick up that country band to play behind you? Because all your best old songs were rock or jazz. I don't need you to bring along lap steel and singing gospel ladies. Where the hell was "Moondance?" Or any of the other songs I know. I mean, you did "Bright side of the Road." I guess that's something. Except I wanted "Brown Eyed Girl" and "Jackie Wilson Said." How about "Wild Nights?" Argh. We heard John Mayer, he was as expected. Kind of pleasant voice, good guitar, mediocre songs.
Tomorrow will be random, but I'm looking forward to the Shins, Aimee Mann, and Explosions in the Sky. TV on the Radio should be good. I'll report back tomorrow with links to my favs. But wait for Sunday! Ween! The Flaming Lips! And the legendary Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers! Sweet!
Today's best band was Wolf Parade
for sure. Weird keyboards, theremins, and rocking abounded.
Other highlights for me were Okkervil River, whose sloppy rocking was quite enjoyable despite the fact that I missed the first half of "No key, No Plan."
Gnarls Barkley was enjoyable in their neo-post-motown-gospel-by-way-of-indy-mash-up stage act, complete with chicks with bow ties and Cee-lo singing in a white suit.
Sparklehorse was pretty good, but still disappointing. How do you have four albums and manage to not play most of your best songs? They kept starting songs and I would think, "They're playing this song?!?"
Hey Van Morrison! When did you pick up that country band to play behind you? Because all your best old songs were rock or jazz. I don't need you to bring along lap steel and singing gospel ladies. Where the hell was "Moondance?" Or any of the other songs I know. I mean, you did "Bright side of the Road." I guess that's something. Except I wanted "Brown Eyed Girl" and "Jackie Wilson Said." How about "Wild Nights?" Argh. We heard John Mayer, he was as expected. Kind of pleasant voice, good guitar, mediocre songs.
Tomorrow will be random, but I'm looking forward to the Shins, Aimee Mann, and Explosions in the Sky. TV on the Radio should be good. I'll report back tomorrow with links to my favs. But wait for Sunday! Ween! The Flaming Lips! And the legendary Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers! Sweet!
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