Friday, October 20, 2006

some things I found in the garage: rock

- something my wife bought itunes and tickets* for recently which I now know by heart since shes likes to hear things again and again and again:

http://www.myspace.com/vivavoce

- and something I found on WMFU's 'beware of the blog' (
which caused my head to explode):

All My Children - talking about Mike Patton (8-23-06) ... "you've beeen reading my blog" ... :: ka-POW! ::

- and finally something that I just found through
a label that which (huh? wha? leave me alone. I'm tired) I might have to drive the one hundred and thirty miles to see in person in DC tomorrow (or later today -- after that orange thing gets pulled across the sky for eleven hours or something):

http://www.myspace.com/illease

http://youtube.com/results?search_query=illease

* and
these folks rocked too - i say god damn.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

tee is for tyranny


above: new tee shirt design at cafepress.com via boingboing.net

that shirt is money (as the kids, ummm, used to say).

and here's a track (youtube) from 1998 by Onynx (feat. Wu-Tang) for no reason other than the video presents a dystopian future or something. I don't know. I don't really go in for a lot of so-called hardcore rap which is why I am pulling up something fairly mainstream from eight years ago I guess. Well, that and they drop in some Mary Poppins and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang at the 3:40 mark.

Enjoy your new freedom* ... and SLAM!

*now with 33% less freedom.


Update 10/19/2006 11:11 AM: ... and nice use of vibra-slap too.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

hiatus

blogger was bloggered. I quit my jobber. my dog slobbered. my car got clobbered but I drove it anyway 'cause I can't be bothered. moved out of the big apple to the city of scrapple* -- my wife and I are on the market for a cute row house... know of any?



*nobody really calls it that. I was just looking for a rhyme -
anybody want a peanut? I am now blogging from eschatonistanadelphia -- where my ears ring daily with authentic examples of philly speak gurgling up from the crack beneath my apt door as the contractors scurry around trying to finish off the last units in our new machine for living and/or partying. disclosure: this is my city of origin - I tease with, dare I say, brotherly love.

yo.