Friday, May 19, 2006

Spoon Man

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How to be a rhythm and lead guitar, all at the same time. And, no, it doesn't involve growing a third arm or owning a 5-neck guitar (shown).

But what about the packaging?

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So, I signed up for this new thing. Haven't started using it yet, but I like the idea of it.

Got CDs you want to get rid of, and want other CDs shipped to you, all for only $1.50?


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Now that's a costume. Constructed by some guys for some live-action role-playing game I've never heard of out of foam mattresses and hot glue. Watch the video for the full effect.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Random thought

I love listening to my 58Gb music library on shuffle, because every once and a while I come across a song I've never listened to, or one I haven't listened to in so long I can appreciate it on a whole new level.

For instance, Afrika Bambaattaa's “Jazzy Sensation” came up today. And within that song is the original sample that the Beastie Boys used in their song "Hey Ladies". You know the sample: "the Ladies, the Ladies".

Incidentally, this song is part of the 4-disc compilation “Tommy Boy’s Greatest Beats,” which I somehow acquired back in ’97 or ’98. This particular time, and the 23 or so years that preceded it, are known musically to me as The Dark Ages. I had no sense of what good (or bad) music was (and a lot of you people probably still think this is true). Anywho, when I got this said 4-disc compilation, for whatever reason I didn’t appreciate what a great thing it was, and decided to give it to Karl. If memory serves, he quickly snatched it from my hands and ran off, laughing like a leprechaun.


Over the years he’s offered to give it back to me, because he’s well aware what a stupid mistake I made. But if I took it back from him I wouldn’t be able to hold it over his head for the rest of our lives.


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I kinda wanted to go to this tonight, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen. I'll definitely listen to the in-studio though.

Bare Senior sang a ton of Shel Silverstein-penned songs when he was big.

Bags for Beer

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You're in NY, you have tons of beer but nothing to carry it in...


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This article has it all: Magnetic Fields, The New Yorker, even a quote from that musically-talented, butt-headed, in-bed-with-Dave-Matthews, ex-lead-singer from Soul Coughing.

I like Stephin Merritt. But this is just weird. And I wish I'd known he was in town recently.

And who knew that Sasha Frere-Jones had a blog? [Thanks Pete!]

Hey D!

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Any chance we can go to this show our last night in London?

Pay attention, New Yorkers!

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Lots of free shows for you to attend this summer.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006


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Looks like it will be a good time this year.

Can't stop listening/watching

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I *Heart* Embroidery

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Somebody has WAY too much time on their hands.

The Former Next President of the USA

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This keeps getting removed from YouTube. But here’s a Mov file for you. Please let me know if the link breaks.

No cuts.

Not a single cut. Unbelievable.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Google Notebook

This looks like it has potential. Haven’t gotten into it yet (other than downloading it).

FYI: It says it “may” not work on a Mac, but it installed ok here.


Blogs are a pain in the ass. But I’m also a massive hypocrit, apparently.

I wanted the web address of this blog to be a number of things:;;; (Royal Pain In The Ass); but sadly none of those were available.

So I landed on the one you’ve come to. A pure acronym that’s unpronouncable (unless you’re feeling a little tex-mex). It’s only fitting that a blog that I wanted to have something relating to “Royal Pain In the Ass” as its title start off as a pain in the ass.