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Friday, November 4, 2011

It's 12:37 a.m. and I Should Go to Sleep but I Can't Stop Looking at and Loving Kitten Album Covers

Posted by on Fri, Nov 4, 2011 at 12:37 AM

Kittens. Photoshopped into famous album covers.

Davie Meowie. Kittenmind. Ol’ Dirty Kitten.

WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE!?

See them all here.

(Thanks to Dave L. for posting this on Facebook. My life will never be the same.)

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Line Out Will Return at 11 am

Posted by on Wed, Oct 26, 2011 at 9:04 AM

Because Megan Seling baked a mini Butterfinger into the internet tube. In the meantime, hit up these fantastical weblog pages: Fourteen Songs for the Revolution, by a bunch of us blood-hemorrhaging hearted liberals; or read Kelly O's interview with Judas Priest's Glenn Tipton on the Beginning of the End; David Schmader's interview with Bob Forrest, aka, that guy with the black-rimmed glasses on Celebrity Rehab; a whole bunch more totally-fucking-fun-and-frightening-wrought-with-chances-to-get-you-laid Halloween listings than you can shake an afterbirth-covered stick at; a bunch of record reviews, all your favorite and least favorite columns, and a whole bunch of other shit right here.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Pomplamoose Haiku Contest Finalists!

Posted by on Mon, Oct 17, 2011 at 9:43 AM

Dear everybody,
tried to vet for syllables
but can't count past six

Vote for your favorite. Poll ends at 11 am! UPDATE: It's a runoff!

1.

Pomplamoose: about
As indie and handmade as
Etsy resellers.

2.

Man in LoveLab box
Is staring at breasts in the
LustLab box. Pervert.

3.

Soccer Mom Music
Cantatas For Sonatas
But Too Twee For Tweens

4.

Brissey holds a grudge
Uptight musicians get bent
Yarmulke? Woo Hoo!

5.

saxophone ignites
oyster moans, priest grimacing
cloudily faintly

6.

I hear Pomplamoose
Oh! Mudede save me from
my newest dispair

7.

Pomplamoose's tunes
Wait. Check her hair. Beiber's fare
sitting on her head.

8.

an ocean of dongs
cascading down on your heads
I like them. Suck it.

9.

For a male hunter
The trophy of a bull Moose
Is proof of gender

10.

ENOUGH with all this
Pomplamoose insanity!
Watch movies instead.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

FRIENDLY G.G. ALLIN

Posted by on Thu, Sep 22, 2011 at 1:16 PM

Well you like me and I like you,
You always understand the things I say or do, so thank you!
You always liked me so I say thank you
You know you know that you like me and I like you.
You always listen to my point of view, I'm telling you
Why don't you all stop by for some food, it's really good.
You always wanted me so I say thank you!
You know you know that you like me and I like you.
You always like the things I say or do, I'm thankful for you!
We should all get books and go back to school, education rules.
My good friend in time of crisis, I need you
You know you know that you like me and I like you
You know you know that you like me and I like you
You know you know that you like me and I like you
You know you know that you like me and I like you so I say thank you!

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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Have You Heard the One about the Stupid Cop, the Jewish Merchant, and the British Occupation of Ireland?

Posted by on Wed, Sep 21, 2011 at 11:04 AM

And while we're on the subject of Irish jokes—I'll never pass up an excuse to watch this old chestnut.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Mavis Staples vs Aretha Franklin's Hat

Posted by on Sat, Sep 3, 2011 at 11:50 PM

There are certain Seattle bartenders who strongly believe the Obama administration's first mistake was inviting Aretha Franklin's hat to sing at the president's inauguration instead of Chicago native/gospel singer/civil rights activist/Grammy winner/professional badass Mavis Staples. I've never seen Aretha Franklin's hat perform live, in person, but even so: last night Staples gave a magnetic performance that leads me to agree with these bartenders.

Mavis Staples
  • Suzi Pratt
  • Mavis Staples, hatless

"We've come to you this evening to give you some joy, some inspiration, and some positive vibrations," Staples began after introducing her band. "Hopefully enough to last you the next six months." Then she launched into "Jesus is Mine," "Wrote a Song for Everyone," "The Weight" (aka "I pulled into Nazareth..") and "Freedom Highway." People sang along where they could.

It would be trite and lazy to simply say that Staples has soul—the same could be said of everyone who doesn't make a sport of gassing kittens.

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Monday, June 27, 2011

Two Local Hiphop Things

Posted by on Mon, Jun 27, 2011 at 2:00 PM

This is a video for my third all-time fav Physics track, "These Moments":

This is Boy Wonder of Shabazz Palaces...

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He hand-delivered the new CD to me. (We are Manicas—our parents come from the same village.) The CD's cover glitters like stars. It has a velvety feel. All of this finery makes perfect sense. With the rising dominance of downloading, CDs must go the distance. They must become what MP3 files could never become: art objects in themselves.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Yo, Data Raps! (About Cats)

Posted by on Wed, May 25, 2011 at 11:02 AM

TWO THINGS:
1) Despite the subject matter, Data from Next Gen got some wicked flow, yo!
2) Ryker is a goddamn dick. WAKE... UP, SHIT HEEL!!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

You Know Who I Wish Was Playing The Cap Hill Block Party?!? TUPAC CAT

Posted by on Wed, May 18, 2011 at 4:20 PM

Man, if I booked the Capitol Hill Block Party, I'd book Tupac Cat. No one fucks with Tupac Cat. NO ONE.



H/T to Barfly, aka Barf Loko, who has the same sense of humor as me, forever.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Bellingham Battle-Rap, Maldives Beard Runway

Posted by on Mon, May 16, 2011 at 12:30 PM

Beetles in the Sink
  • Beetles in the Sink
Bellingham Endfair was this past weekend. Weather was spotty so shows were moved to an auditorium. Mad Rad sweltered in the sock of a womb. Lights and people were hot. Very hot. Near vomit, I was, from the heat. It started to smell like too many bodies, so I asked them if we could burn incense. They said no due to fire hazard. Buffalo Madonna brought a 20 foot ladder onstage for a song. That was not allowed either.

Later, there was freestyling at an afterparty that evolved into battle-rapping. It is unwise to battle-rap against Buffalo Madonna. He will filet you. It was actually the other guy who started the battle-rap. Buffalo was just freestyling, friendly style. The other guy (a hockey player?) rapped some instigating, lousy flowing shit. When it came back to Buffalo's turn, he destroyed the guy, thoroughly, making him look like an absolute tool. Buffalo was smarter, faster, cleaner, rhyme-ier. Exponentially. The other guy was embarrassed and shoved someone, I think Darwin, so Darwin threw a beer on him. Then the hockey player grabbed Darwin, and they tumbled down some cement stairs. The hockey player was neutralized and all was good. Next time, maybe he won’t try to battle-rap a battle-rap King.

Earlier, the Maldives played. They were incredible, as were the acoustics of the auditorium. Great great sound was had. Harmonies were locked and crystal. Solos, layered, rolled out like fine velvet wind. Maldives always impress. Jason Dodson has a weathered oracle vibe. Multi-instrumentalist Kevin Barrans (who was playing drums, this Endfair set) has one of the more furtive beards you will see. His strength of beard is a 10 out of 10. Seatac International Airport is going to put in a 4th runway, and they are going to use his beard, it has that much frothage. When the other three runways are being used, planes will land on Barrans’ beard.

Here’s two minutes of the Maldives playing “I’m Gonna Try”. When they were finished with the set, Barrans went out to the parking lot, and a 737 landed on his beard:

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Lady's Pussy Be Yankin

Posted by on Thu, May 12, 2011 at 1:20 PM

Sorry for my naiveté, and/or the late pass, but someone just sent me this song, and it's freaking me out. It's got all my favorite things: guys in underwear-and-socks, push-up bras, push-up pantyhose, Four Loko in champagne flutes, and CHESTER'S® FLAMIN' HOT® Flavored Fries. It's also sorta the challenger of rap clowns with rape whistles. Lady here, she'll do all the raping. And the yankin. And the twerk'in.

H/T to King Randall William Phillips

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Merry Christmas Everybody!

Posted by on Wed, Apr 27, 2011 at 3:40 PM

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As Tonight in Music and It's Christmas Tonight previously mentioned, the young and gifted Olympia rock bundles of joy known as Christmas are playing Funhouse tonight. The band has been fucking our region with their hot hot sex over the past two years, and now have an awesome LP, co-released by Highfives and Handshakes and CMRTYZ. The sounds Christmas make give me the same sort of sensation I got a decade ago when I first saw/heard Les Savy Fav in a tiny, claustrophobic space that dripped with sweat. Their self-titled 12" is loud, boisterous, and tuneful, with a flair for punchy garage and D.I.Y. punk screaming from fiery lead singer Emily Beanblossom (yes, that's her real name) who has the pipes to render Beth Ditto speechless. I've probably seen this band at least a half dozen times, in houses, DIY spaces, art galleries, and vintage shops, and am curious to see how much they rile up the surly audience at their Funhouse gig tonight, on a bill they're sharing with Matthew Melton's esteemed Bare Wires. Get stoked, dudes:


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The Lil' Wayne Ladies: Porcelain Black

Posted by on Wed, Mar 30, 2011 at 1:30 PM

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Lil' Wayne Welcomes Porcelain Black:

Nicki Minaj and Shanell aren't the only ladies Lil' Wayne is cosigning these days. The Young Money creator has added another femme fatale to his imprint, however, she's more rock 'n roll than R&B or hip-hop.

Wayne's newest signee is Porcelain Black, a Detroit native formerly recording under the name Porcelain and the Tramps.

I'm already partial to her, because she's from Detroit. Not sure if this is really what "rock n' roll looks like", but I'm giving it a chance...

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Here's How I Have Spent the Last Hour of My Day

Posted by on Tue, Mar 15, 2011 at 3:04 PM

I've been watching this:

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While listening to this:


Thank you and you're welcome.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

There Must've Been a Better Way to Handle This

Posted by on Tue, Mar 8, 2011 at 4:51 PM

The other day two men in white hazmat suits and knee pads knocked on my front door. When I answered, they informed me that I was living on top of a pet cemetery and had been for the better part of three years.

You see, my house doesn't have a foundation; instead, it is perched three feet above the earth on stilts. A dwarvish door at the front of the house opens up into the crawl space. The door is locked. Also, there's a tree planted in front of it.

Because my house is surrounded by condos, the men told me that my crawlspace is the most popular spot in the neighborhood for animals to come and die—rats, raccoons, stray cats, you name it. "Junkies even used to nest there," one of them men told me. "I bet we'll find a lot of needles."

What's more, the men had been sent by the city to exhume the place. They wouldn't let me watch or go inside—the didn't have enough hazmat suits and knee pads to go around—and they were camera shy so I didn't get any pictures. When they first opened the door, one of the men said, "Yeesh. I'm surprised she didn't smell that one."

Then they took bags and bags of stuff out of there—three years' worth of accumulated dead pets that I never smelled. It took them two hours to finish. I wasn't sure what to do while they were thumping around but it seemed like I should commemorate somehow, seeing as how I was living atop piles and piles and piles of other people's cats. What tragic insulation, right?

My parents put down my childhood dog when I was in college and I remember my roommate played ABBA's The Winner Takes it All obsessively. Now it plays in my head every time I see roadkill.

But I didn't have that on my computer, so I played Dancing Queen on repeat instead.


Monday, March 7, 2011

"It's One of Their Slower Numbers"

Posted by on Mon, Mar 7, 2011 at 4:20 PM

"Free-form, man. I like it. I really like where you're headed."

Presenting the only all-cat rock band in the entire world:


You're welcome?

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Good Morning: This Video Might Make You Cry

Posted by on Tue, Mar 1, 2011 at 9:24 AM

"Mad World" really can make anything depressing. Sad kitty is sad!


I think Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah" and a few Elliott Smith songs could also have the same outcome.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Lindy West on All the Jokes Fit to Be Told This Week

Posted by on Wed, Feb 16, 2011 at 11:35 AM

Read Chuckletown, USA right now!

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