Archive for September, 2006

Few Questions, Fewer Answers

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

My recent tendency towards playing what would be considered by most to be avant-garde or experimental music has had terrible repercussions when it comes to sitting down with an acoustic guitar. Today the house is quiet, and I have been relaxing on the living room floor strumming and toying around with little riffs or chord [...]

Top Ten Of Gross!

Friday, September 29th, 2006

Hi. I’m hungover. Very hungover. Bearing this in mind, my weekly Top Ten is devoted to all things gross. I don’t mean like “the smell of vomit” gross, I mean like everyday things we experience or with which we come in contact. No, I’m not going to be snarky and put “MTV” as number one. [...]

"Indie" Anna Jones and the Last Overplayed Trend

Thursday, September 28th, 2006

I’ve been pretty busy this week, so hopefully you’ve noticed the drop off in quality from the already frighteningly low standard for these blog entries.
This isn’t exactly a startling revelation, but I think it begs exploration. Is it not cool to wear a t-shirt and jeans anymore? Between my morning bowl of cereal and a [...]

Record Review: The Ghost Orchid: An Introduction To EVP

Wednesday, September 27th, 2006

Every so often, I come across an item that genuinely freaks me out. Two examples off the top of my head would be: the old cemetery that developers built around when constructing my current place of residence, and the Ashlee Simpson Show (zing!). I like to think my eyes and ears are constantly open to [...]

Film Review: Wedding Crashers

Tuesday, September 26th, 2006

Friday Night when I was ill, my sister had the bright idea to show me this movie Wedding Crashers, because she was amazed I’d never seen it. I tried to tell her there was a reason for that–I haven’t liked a “new” movie in years, but she convinced me to give it a chance and [...]

Creative Writing: Pulse Check, One-Two

Monday, September 25th, 2006

Fanciful visions exuded by confidence are weightless in reality. Reinforced skepticism held up to the light stays true to itself. It’s eternal. Show me where this exact photograph can be found in nature, and I’ll show you a lie. Not that you’re a liar, it’s just hopeless. There is no shame in being naive. I’m [...]

SUNDAY MIX TAPE – VOLUME 34

Sunday, September 24th, 2006

Good evening countesses and gentlefops, please accept this brain-melting array of songs both old and new, which will have you feeling equal parts content and anxious. Guaranteed to freak you out. Well, not exactly. I don’t remember the last time anyone said Buddy Holly was a disturbing songwriter. Now, Conway Twitty on the other hand, [...]