Archive for May, 2006

And by the way…

An update to the Google Toolbar (for Firefox anyway) includes a new RSS feed button that allows you to pick your reader and add the feed as you normally would.

What’s really interesting though is that Google Reader is not included. Hell, even My Yahoo! is included. And so is Bloglines–thanks, Google. I’m tossing my ugly “sub with bloglines” bookmarklet now.

An interesting assessment

marathonpacks: The Miracles “Ain’t Nobody Straight in L.A.”

Marathonpacks does it again. This brilliant post discusses the pitfalls of a song by a has-been R&B group in 1975 singing and jiving about how all the bars are gay bars in L.A. Who knew? I can barely believe that such a song existed in 1975. Download and give it a listen–you’ll barely believe it too.

Lucky Me!

Not only am I seeing the Flaming Lips at the Minnesota State Fair, of all places…but apparently I’ll be seeing Sonic Youth that same night. Wayne, Kim, Thurston–there are few names as cool as those in modern rock.

I’ve admitted to Liza, now the indie girl admits to American Idol

See, I’m not so pretentious. I have rarely seen television, nay, a filmed performance of any kind, as enjoyable as this:

Clay Aiken seriously looks like he’s about to pin down the poor dork and have his way with him. As a lesson, not as sign of attraction. Why won’t Clay open his eyes wider? Who does he think he is? Have you ever seen someone react so strongly to a person as this poor guy did to Clay? And have you ever seen the recipient of such adoration remain so careless? It fascinates me to no end.

Oh, and Prince was on. That’s right PRINCE. Hell yeah. And he didn’t sing with any lame-ass Idol contenstant.

One more thing: Katherine McPhee and Meatloaf are in love. And he has worse tourettes than Taylor Hicks.

Look at us–we’re white and we love black people!

BBC NEWS | Entertainment | 50 Cent named songwriter of year

ASCAP is a piece of shit. Let’s look at some 50 Cent lyrics:

“Fuck You”
[Chorus: scratching]
Pain In Da Ass “Fuck You” [3x]
Styles “I don’t give a fuck” [3x]
Styles “I don’t give a fuck who you are”
Pain In The Ass ” Fuck You”
Nas “Niggaz is this and that”
Big Pun “I’m even, even better than before”
Styles “I don’t give a fuck who you are”
Pain In Da Ass “Fuck you”
Nas “Niggaz is this and that, I’m just, I’m just, I’m just the best”
Styles “I don’t give a fuck who you are”
Pain In Da Ass “Fuck you”
Nas “Niggaz is this and that”
Big Pun “I’m even, even better than before”
Styles “I don’t give a fuck who you are”
Nas “Niggaz is this and that, I’m just, I’m just, I’m just the best”

Either I’m trippin’ off the ecstasy
Or I could feel the world turnin’
I’m havin’ flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin’
Comin’ up, I was taught never back down
That’s why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain’t a shell left
Come with my gun smokin’, you can smell death
They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie
Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on ‘em
There’s a lot of talk in the streets about me
Niggaz know, ain’t nothing sweet about me
Get back to questions, like “50, who shot ya?…
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?”
Nigga, street shit should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who’s somebody already know
A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured they’d get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
I been gone through static, shot at with automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with “Illmatic”
If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Matola ain’t shootin out in the hood wit me
I’ve been shot 9 times my nigga that’s why I walk funny
Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care
Think my grandma’s prayers the only reason I’m here
My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
That’s why you bitch like me, so I’m a heavyweight
How dare these niggaz take me lightly?
I ain’t come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me
My own homie said “50, you done lost yo’ mind”
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

Can’t find a nigga in the hood, that say “50 ain’t hot”
When I drop, I’m sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jukes me, A week later y’all be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn’t always crazy
This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D’s call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin’ like “Jesus Comin’”
There’s wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that “Rockavalede”
Talk’ll get you shot in New York – BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+
See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street
You niggaz uptown’ll “Stan” me in the street

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

And now let’s look at another man also known for his astounding songwriting, Sufjan Stevens:

“John Wayne Gacy, Jr.”
His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne’s T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He’d kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid

But you know, ASCAP is right. Folky story songs are out–nobody can identify a man struggling to be a good person. No–that’s not great songwriting. Great songwriting, apparently, is bashing everything in sight as your ego skyrockets. True poetry is from the streets, man.


I really just want to try out the new linking feature of free Napster, so here are some songs/bands I’m into right now:

  • They don’t have At War with the Mystics, but this favorite (Buggin’) from The Soft Bulletin will have to do for my reloaded love of the Flaming Lips.
  • Liza With A “Z” – as many of my friends know, I can’t stop listening to this show. Yes, I’m an indie Beatles fan who fancies dramatic performances by big voices as well as show tunes.
  • Against my better judgment, I’ve fallen for Art Brut, mainly because they have a song called Modern Art, which I completely agree with.
  • I keep forgetting about another cool British band, Clearlake. The first song, No Kind of Life, on their new album is so simple, but I often go for simplicity and understatement.
  • In preparation for Sufjan’s album of outtakes (The Avalanche), I shall link to my favorite Sufjan song, Jacksonville.


Why cable sucks

I don’t want my MTV — and then some – The Boston Globe

I often consider dropping digital cable and just illegally downloading everything or occasionally buying off whatever site offers them, or just waiting for the inevitable DVD.

And like the author of the story I’ve linked to, I have asked (in my case, Time Warner) why I can’t just pay for what I want. This came up recently when my cable bill went up by like $3. I have a bundled package with digital cable TV and my internet service. If I go down a level in terms of TV, I’d actually be paying MORE. Their excuse for the price hike was that the channels had raised the price of the programs.

Now, I had to call and ask for that information. There wasn’t even a slick marketing bullshit insert with my bill (or at least not one I noticed). What are the networks doing charging more for their programming when DVRs and the internet are shaking them up so much?

I would assume that if I changed to basic analog service my cable internet price would suddenly go up. Maybe it’d be slowly, or maybe it’d be sudden…but like most companies, Time Warner would guilt me into purchasing more crap because it will “save me money.” grrr….

I thought I felt like something was missing….

From my Google Desktop Search weather widget:

For when you want to surprise that special someone

How to keep your phone number private – Lifehacker

All you have to do is enter *67 + 1 + the number (w/area code) and it comes up as restricted. Perfect for just leaving a message, as most people let those calls go to voicemail. Also good for those surprise “hey, you fucked me over and here’s what I have to say about it!” phone calls.

Hayden named as Bush CIA choice

BBC NEWS | Americas | Hayden named as Bush CIA choice:

“The BBC’s Justin Webb says it is a measure of how enfeebled the Bush administration has become that even before the formal announcement, the decision on a new CIA director was already the subject of heated debate.”

No, that’s not a measure of how enfeebled the Bush administration is…the measure of how enfeebled they’ve become is this nomination. Seriously, how fucking stupid has Bush become? Could there be a more ridiculous nomination? This is the guy who implemented the hated, unwarranted surveillance, he’s a general nominated to a civilian government post, the war is failing partially because intelligence is failing — don’t we need someone the country, nay, the world can trust?