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Drinkin at my place, listening to GBV's Mag Earwhig! (the whole thing), hopfully Pavements Watery Domestic vinyl if it comes, and hopfully neds The Devil Went Home and Puked dvd...if it comes.
Ned...Michelle...Jables...Motels...Ash Bash....Katie G (?). Meet Sticks downtown. Going to see a band at Jimmy Jazz. This dude that used to work with me. Should be good times.
Speaking of Jimmy Jazz, next Thursday THE MERCY NOW is playing. Its the dude from Shikasta, his new band. Should anyone wish to get fuckin tankard with me let me know. We will paint the town brown that night. WOO!! Check out their site and CRANK the first tune. Its a good one.
...And You Will Know Them By The Trail of Dead - Source Tags and Codes.
Before this album came out I was pretty obsessed with their MADONNA release, which is still pretty high on my fave albums list. Once this album came out it was game over for me. I became a TOD fan for life. Saw them twice at Call the Office while touring this album, in my first year of Fanshawe. For this reason this album will always have that nostalgia for me. Whenever I crank it I think of getting drunk and rockin out in downtown London at the worlds greatest bar.
Every song, start to finish, is incredible. Get it.
Here is my favorite song on this album.....actually my favorite TOD song ever to be exact.
Laying on the floor, between my speakers, listening to Gensis vinyls.
The Beatles White Album courtesy of Papa Robinson. The Bronx courtesy of Joby Ford for work on the Past Lives video.
Thought Elastica shirt was missing....FOUND IT! Jackt!
Hombre?
GBV Suitcase 2. The most beautiful looking vinyl I ever seen.
Good ol' Jimmy Jazz bathroom.
Tide to the Oceans.
Made Chicken Stir Fry. Used way too much Franks Red Hot, and it killed me. Drank a bag of milk after this one.
Erin left me this note in my notebook after watching an animation I did.
Ripped off my old busted fingernail. New one is almost fully grown.
Hanging out in Dave and Dans backyardWatching Tennis.
Guided By Voices video jukebox at some bar in Toronto.
Thank god my GBV Briefcase 3 came last night. Lets hope I can tare myself away from the Lizard for a couple of hours.
Top 11 of all Time: It is autumn and my camouflage is dying
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Number 10: SILVER JEWS - AMERICAN WATER
This album came right out of nowhere and blew me away. I got into Starlite Walker quite a bit back in highschool. I was thumbing through the Pavement section of Encore Records in Kitchener, and saw that album with an image of Bob and Malkmus on the back. Bought it, and played Sonic The Hedgehog every day with that cd on repeat. This was fun but the issue now is I always think about fuckin Sonic when I hear Trains Across the Sea.
American Water came a little bit after me getting into Starlite. Once this album sunk its teeth in, it was almost impossible to turn off. Every song is so fucking good. Smith and Jones Forever is the obvious first hit that catches your ear, but once Send in the Clouds, Like Like The The The Death and The Wild Kindness sets it, its game over. I also remember reading reviews for this album online which led me to pitchforkmedia's website for the first time. Back in the day when it wasnt over run by douche bags and their reviews were kept to 500 words or less. Not like the 500 paragraphs they run these days (4 of which actually deal with the album in question.)
Check out this classic. So good.
Note: No idea whats going on in this video, but its hilarious
The Jesus Lizard show last night at the Pheonix is probably the best show I have seen in years. All expectations, which were set pretty damn high, were blown away. I cannot believe how tight they were. David Yow was on FIRE. Dove into the audience a good 30 seconds into the show. Got carried right by us and made it to the soundboard, and ran back as we patted him on the back. Having Ian Blurton rocking out right in front of us only made this experience even more fun.
If you have the chance, for the love of God, go see them. I am still on a high.
Eye Weekly gave them 5 stars. NO SHIT!!
The Jesus Lizard’s notoriously unhinged singer David Yow is truly, as Hunter S. Thompson would say, “one of God’s own prototypes; a high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.”
They sure don’t make ’em like Yow anymore — and yes that’s a massive understatement, but it still needs to be said. Given that Yow's pushing 50 and fronting a reunion tour for a band that’s been inactive since the turn of the century — all this after a second career as a photoshop retoucher and a brief comeback stint with a band called Qui — one might be tempted to use words like “mid”, “life” and “crisis” to describe him. But Yow proves his worth within seconds of the curtain’s parting as the Jesus Lizard bring their much anticipated reformation to the Phoenix. With a savage glint in his eye, the frontman to end all frontmen jumps headlong into the crowd, delivering the first half of “Puss” in the arms of his audience.
Though the rest of the band members give Yow and his antics a wide, wide berth, their importance cannot be stressed enough. Duane Denison’s idiosyncratic riffs and twitchy leads are the core of the Lizard’s sound, while drummer Mac McNeilly’s hard-hitting style is an impeccable mix of Dave Grohl and Helmet/Battles basher John Stainer — basically, everything that was good about alt-rock drumming in the ’90s, except way better. Their playing is both technically flawless and thoroughly punishing; the mix of sleazy grooves and post-hardcore aggression has the front of stage crowd swaying like inmates in a prison riot.
As for the set, it’s perfectly paced, so that whenever one of the slow-burning songs grinds the pace to a sociopathic creepy-crawl, the band delivers a quick succession of sucker punches like the crooked intro riff to “Boilermaker.” “Seasick” finds Yow once again clambering across the crowd, shouting “I can swim” on his intimate journey all the way to the soundboard. Back on stage, “Mouth Breather” hits with all the right notes with its lowbrow intensity, followed by a swinging romp through “Dancing Naked Ladies.” Everything gets a little blurry, and sweaty, about mid-way through the set, but “7 vs. 8,” a cover of Chrome’s “TV As Eyes” and personal favourite “Gladiator” add fuel to this already raging inferno.
All of which is peppered with Yow’s hilarious banter; whether quoting from the movie Babe (“That’ll do pig, that’ll do”) complaining about the perils of crowd-surfing (“Which one of you cocksuckers is going to pay for my shirt? In the business, that’s what we call a rhetorical question”) or extolling the virtues of local opening band Brides (“the best band we’ve played with on this tour, in my humble opinion”), his delivery is somewhere between cranky uncle and Hell’s Angel.
After closing out the set with McNeilly's Bonham-worthy indie-rock drum solo, the band return for a healthy second helping. Goat’s opener “Then Comes Dudley” is the highlight of the encore, where Jesus Lizard also reach back to their debut EP Pure for “Bloody Mary” and “Blockbuster” — the latter of which finds Yow pulling his pants down to a nearly indecent level during the explicit sing-along: “Do you think you’d like that? Well do ya motherfucker?”
The Jesus Lizard not only top my list of this year’s best reunions, last night’s show could also have been the best concerts I’ve seen all year.
Pheonix....Toronto....Tomorrow night. COME! Ill buy you a ticket.
One of the best start to finish albums I ever herd. I am a stickler for sequencing, and hearing an album as a whole, as opposed to the sum of its individual songs. This one contains probably my favorite opening track of all time, Hello Hooray. Everytime it comes on I just wanna crack open a case of beer, and sing the chorus at the top of my lungs. "OOOOH I!!!! BEEN WAITING SO LONG.....TO SING MY SONG!".
Raped and Freezing is catchy as hell, and kinda fucked up in a way only Alice can pull off.
Elected: Another hit.
Billion Dollar Babies: This is a good track, but got kinda tainted cuz all I can think now when I hear it is Guitar Hero.
Unfinished Sweat: Top 3 on this album. Every single time I make an Alice Cooper mix I ALWAYS place this song right next to Killer's Halo of Flies. They always seemed like connected songs to me.
No More Mr Nice Guy: Song always reminds me of Dazed and Confused
Generation Landslide: Good little ditty, as they say.
Sick Things and Mary Ann: This is the only lull on this album. Ok songs, but I tend to skip half the time......probably cuz I cannot wait to hear I Love The Dead.
I Love The Dead: Incredible album closer, as well as love show closer as I witnessed at the Centre in the Square. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE THE DEAD
So here we go. I did a list off the top of my head of my fave 11 albums of all time. As of Novemeber 2009. Let it be said that this list will change I am sure, except for the top 3. Those have been in place for years now. Here we go....#11
At The Drive-In: Relationship Of Command.
It was high school, maybe grade 12. OAC at the latest (obviously), and Ned asked me if I wanted to go to Toronto to see some band called At The Drive-In. The only thing I knew of them at that point was the previous weeks NME cover story of these afro guys, calling them the next Nirvana. Which, let be honest, they called every other band the next Nirvana....and if my memory serves me well, they even used that label for The Killers. So needless to say I took it with a grain of salt. We both got the album from Encore the day before the show. We were both kinda put off by the vocals at first, but in time, I became obsessed with this album. I listened to it that entire winter, almost everyday, start to finish. The show was fuckin awesome. They broke up after this one. Mars Volta doesn't do it for me, neither does Sparta. At least they left while on top.
Saturday. Sarah, Karl, Motel and I went to Ashs and got right jackt. Hit up Starlite for some shitty band.
Sunday. Played indoor soccer. Bobby O for lunch and beer. Karls at night for a dinner with Sarah and Katie. It was fuckin delish.
Moday. So jackt for work!