Thanks to Rob over at Murder By Baltimore for introducing me to Muxtape - an online mixtape service. As soon as I saw this I rushed to try it out.
Here is the near-instantaneous result.
I'll be updating from time to time and proably put a permanent link to my Muxtape in the sidebar. Happy listening.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
It Has a History
It was one thing when I recently admitted all my lifelong nightmares to my mother. Even now, I'm afraid she'll have me committed. All the same, when I did, all I got was, "Yeah, you always had a lot of nightmares."
Huh!? OK, I guess it stands to reason that she'd have noticed, but it just seemed weird that I would not know, late into my 20s, that my own mother knew I had some strange shit cooking up in the old brain pan.
Well, now I've even managed to creep myself out. I just found my third-grade composition notebooks, in which I had to write stuff a couple of times a week. They'd usually give a topic, but we weren't required to follow it. I'd often write about getting my own helicopter or getting out of school early.
In flipping through my literary genius, though, I found a very short entry (they were all short - it was third grade), and rereading it now, I wonder that I wasn't walked straight down to the school therapist. It essentially said the following:
"Everyone's going to die someday, but not me! I'm not going to die, because I'm already dead! Haha!"
What the jumping shit!? I wrote that? At the tender age of 8?
I have no response to my own deranged thought processes.
Huh!? OK, I guess it stands to reason that she'd have noticed, but it just seemed weird that I would not know, late into my 20s, that my own mother knew I had some strange shit cooking up in the old brain pan.
Well, now I've even managed to creep myself out. I just found my third-grade composition notebooks, in which I had to write stuff a couple of times a week. They'd usually give a topic, but we weren't required to follow it. I'd often write about getting my own helicopter or getting out of school early.
In flipping through my literary genius, though, I found a very short entry (they were all short - it was third grade), and rereading it now, I wonder that I wasn't walked straight down to the school therapist. It essentially said the following:
"Everyone's going to die someday, but not me! I'm not going to die, because I'm already dead! Haha!"
What the jumping shit!? I wrote that? At the tender age of 8?
I have no response to my own deranged thought processes.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Back to Normal
Three nights, three nightmares. I don't welcome this condition, but I'd gotten so used to it since childhood that after their disappearance for the last two months, I'm actually relieved they're back:
In prep for St. Patty's, I guess, I dreamed last night that I was at a haunted house. There were woods outside, from which I heard a faint sound of bagpipes, supposedly from the ghost of the Irish inhabitants of the house 100 years ago.
The night before last, I was leading my family in some ritual or spell that was going to destroy the world.
I don't even remember the one from the night before that, but I woke up winded and sweating. (I hope I hadn't actually been running around in my sleep. I was on Long Island in a hotel, and scantily clad...)
In prep for St. Patty's, I guess, I dreamed last night that I was at a haunted house. There were woods outside, from which I heard a faint sound of bagpipes, supposedly from the ghost of the Irish inhabitants of the house 100 years ago.
The night before last, I was leading my family in some ritual or spell that was going to destroy the world.
I don't even remember the one from the night before that, but I woke up winded and sweating. (I hope I hadn't actually been running around in my sleep. I was on Long Island in a hotel, and scantily clad...)
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Pub?
Two weeks, and I can get the new Elbow album, Seldom Seen Kid.
Will I be willing to wait until it comes out in the U.S., or will I buy the import from the U.K. for $36? Sadly, I don't think I can avoid the latter.
About two months ago, my fevered anticipation began with a clip of a great new song on their website. Check it out.
Now, as a result of periodic YouTubing, I find they've released their first video and single, Grounds For Divorce. It's a fantastic thumping anthem of a man who spends his life in the local pub, instead of with his wife and son. Awesome.
I'm not sure why Guy Garvey pounds his mug on the table throughout the song, but I love it. Maybe it's a nod to the Masons, who pound their mugs down as a means of hearkening to the sound of cannon fire. Or perhaps it's an expression of anger at himself for drinking his life into ruin.
I know I've wanted to slam my mug down for both reasons. Do I need much more excuse?
Well, consider my pants peed. I'm headed to Amazon.
Will I be willing to wait until it comes out in the U.S., or will I buy the import from the U.K. for $36? Sadly, I don't think I can avoid the latter.
About two months ago, my fevered anticipation began with a clip of a great new song on their website. Check it out.
Now, as a result of periodic YouTubing, I find they've released their first video and single, Grounds For Divorce. It's a fantastic thumping anthem of a man who spends his life in the local pub, instead of with his wife and son. Awesome.
I'm not sure why Guy Garvey pounds his mug on the table throughout the song, but I love it. Maybe it's a nod to the Masons, who pound their mugs down as a means of hearkening to the sound of cannon fire. Or perhaps it's an expression of anger at himself for drinking his life into ruin.
I know I've wanted to slam my mug down for both reasons. Do I need much more excuse?
Well, consider my pants peed. I'm headed to Amazon.
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