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There’ll be no sadness / There’ll be no sorrow

Last night I tried two new things. I drank a “Flirtini” and I painted my nails a fairly bold shade of pink. (Nars’ nail polish in “Schiap.”) The Flirtini was okay but I love how glossy and smooth and shockingly pink my nails are. I keep running my fingertips over them and it feels so lovely.

It looks like this month is going to end on Bruce Springsteen / Einstürzende Neubauten notes. The highest, most shining ones being “Drive All Night” and “Steh auf Berlin,” the latter of which sounds absolutely delightful but the construction sounds across the hall from my office—I could do without that noise.

Recent feed reads include Who Are We? Coming of Age on Antidepressants which seemed especially relevant because I accidentally went cold turkey on my meds. I was still okay on day four but I’ve been feeling my condition slowly deteriorate since then. It’s been an interesting experience but I’m finally picking up my refill tomorrow.

Anyway, I’ve just finished gorging myself on Santitas tortilla chips, Gefen Coconut Flavored Macaroons and cranberry juice. (Last night I had duck with almond-encrusted brie!) I amend my previous report on music month-end because today I was also Live Seeds obsessed. Go into a little space, shut the door and play “The Weeping Song,” “Jack The Ripper” and “New Morning” as loud as your poor ear drums can handle.

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I have the cake!

Life has been lovely—truly pleasant. I’m still—quite oddly—very over the moon about my job. Not only do I have the pleasure of enjoying my work, I also get to wear great outfits every day. Yummy, I’m glad I finally get to eat the damn cake.

Building a financial management program for myself has become a popular extracurricular activity, soon to be joined by either running or racquetball since I finally bought a proper pair of sneakers today. At Diff’s somewhat insistence, the pair I ended up buying were pink. The big sneakers in the sky must have been smiling down on me at that moment because the pink cross-trainers also fit my budget and non-aesthetic needs.

I’ve been utterly obsessed with more or lessly one mix all month. I keep expecting Stork to tell me to turn it off. It has a core of day-in-day-outers and a peripheral of nonessentials which are sometimes themselves reoccurring. The main core is Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, Bruce Springsteen, Einstürzende Neubauten and Goon Moon. Right now my formula is one album, one artist. The regulars are wearing their Abattoir Blues Tour (I picture myself as Warren Ellis), Nebraska, Kollaps (some of Blixa’s vocal movements put me completely beside myself with delight) and Licker’s Last Leg album covers. The rest is made up of an Alien Sex Field best-of (practically a regular on the rotation), Billy Bragg’s Taxman, I Say I Say I Say by Erasure (which came out the same year as the following album and I owned them both even then) and Portrait of an American Family. Other recent second fiddles include The Tear Garden (especially Last Man), Nine Inch Nails’ Still, Welcome to My Nightmare, Smashing Pumpkins and Juju by Siouxsie & the Banshees. Now that I have the cake, I’m piling the icing on pretty thick. I love how reliably music can take a good thing and make it even better.

What have you been listening to?

Revelation!

We have a decent method for listening to music—it could be better but it could also be much worse. We don’t have a stereo but we do have an iPod which, coupled with an iTrip, plays simultaneously over two Bose radios in two separate rooms. (Keep in mind, we only have four rooms.) I wouldn’t call it stereophonic but it can certainly be loud and sometimes lots of volume can give the illusion of being surrounded by sound. Generally speaking, I like the Two Bose Method.

But today I decided to plug the iPod into our piano speakers and truly, nothing can make you realize how inadequate your life is like a subwoofer. (I imagine Charles Goodyear felt similarly when he accidentally discovered vulcanized rubber.) It still isn’t glorious surround sound but it’s formidable bass! It’s more depth! It’s great.

I haven’t completely given up on the Two Bose Method, though. There’s a time and a place for the Bose—mainly when we’re in the kitchen—but the Piano Method will probably dominate all other times. This is especially exciting because with all of the warm weather we’ve been getting, it’s inevitable that evenings be spent outside on the porch, which is out of Bose range. Skippy!

Championing the Pseudo-Goth

For some of us, “goth” never really died. Or actually, it died more than a decade ago and we just continued listening to the same old records because uh, they’re still good. But it seems like goth—or some semblance of it—periodically has life breathed back into it and currently, it might be going through an itsy bitsy resurgence which is neither a good thing nor a bad thing.

Deadly night shades via New York Magazine’s The Cut – “Black lipstick, crucifixes and scowls at the ready – the key look of autumn will be futuristic goth chic. […] In all honesty, what appeared as futuristic goth on the catwalk is likely to be rebranded as an office-friendly vision of dynamic black-and-white when the season starts commercially in mid-August.”

‘The Moment of Truth’ Finally Delivers on Its Promise to Ruin Marriages – It may not (yet) be “Treadmill to Bucks” or “Swim With Crocodiles,” but reality television keeps inching its way closer to the wonderfully dystopian story line of The Running Man. (Yes, I did watch because it’s not all Nature and Nova around here. I’m a horrible, horrible entertained person.)

Ghosts I-IV via nin.com – I keep up with Nine Inch Nails because I like that Trent Reznor ditched his record label and is doing it all on his own now. I do not keep up with Nine Inch Nails because the music is good. It isn’t. (NIN ≠ gospel.) At any rate, last night a new album was released “Radiohead style” and I think it’s going to be interesting to see how well it fares, its further-reaching effects, etc. Some preliminary commentary: New York Magazine’s Vulture Blog, Billboard, Pitchfork, Wired.

Speaking of new albums, the new Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds album, Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! comes out tomorrow!

By The Way This was written in a swimmy sickhead haze while desperately wishing my lungs didn’t feel like they were made of rock. Hopefully when I look back later, it still makes sense…

Lou Reed’s not a young man anymore.

If you’re a Velvet Underground fan, this is definitely worth checking out. I’ve already downloaded it and yes, you want it, too.

It’s the ONLY available live stuff from 1967 and has only become available in literally the last two days. Recorded just after the release of The Velvet Underground And Nico and featuring the debut performance of Sister Ray (19 mins long) and the *previously unheard* song I’m Not A Young Man Any More. That’s right, A NEW VELVET UNDERGROUND SONG.

Via New York Magazine – Entertainment.

Blue can also be cold and depressing.


L to R black hooded shrug, bright blue pashmina, light aqua v-neck, dark dark blue matchstick jeans

Unmix Sometimes my good ideas aren’t really good. Like making an apocalypsey mix after reading about the Svalbard Global Seed Vault. It had Ministry, Alien Sex Fiend, Einstürzende Neubauten, Blixa Bargeld’s slightly creepy rendition of “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” and Skinny Puppy. I didn’t get very far before I decided I don’t need a mix to remind me of all the fucked up things in the world.

In pairs.

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Love Songs
♥ “Miss X,” MC5
♥ “Into My Arms,” Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

From Stork
♥ La Rosa’s Famous Ice Cream Cannoli
♥ Ben & Jerry’s Vermonty Python Ice Cream

Happy Valentines Day