Sunday, March 22, 2009
like steely dan fucked their cousin while they were at art school and then she got pregnant but didn't figure it out for a few months and continued partying, then gave birth to ween prematurely and gave them up for adoption and nobody in the family will talk about it to this day. amazing.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
john stewart- bombs away dream babies
no, not the dude from the daily show.
apparently this guy was in the kingston trio, ever heard that song "tom dooley"? pretty cool...
he wrote the song "daydream believer"
that's just karaoke of a different sort, paul.
anyway, i just found this record at value village and it rules fairly hard. it was produced by my boy lindsey buckingham who also sings and plays guitar on most of the songs. stevie nicks sings on a couple as well.
here's the jam:
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
many moons ago, when i was young and on my weed honeymoon, i came perhaps dangerously close to immersing myself fully in weed culture. maybe i shouldn't be admitting this, but fuck it, i used to buy high times magazines and listen to tool. for a brief period i was OBSESSED with tool. i got into them through an ex-girlfriend who wore patchouli. actually, tool was kind of my gateway to metal music in general, i never really listened to anything but indie rock and the odd neil young or steely dan record before i got into tool. but seriously, what the fuck is up with people who are into tool? they get REALLY into them and whisper reverently about how the drummer records inside a cabalistic rosicrucian aura generator and shit like that. it gets deep. aliens and free masons and shit. anyway, i still ain't hating tool. incidentally, the same ex-girlfrind's roommate is the one who got me into the grateful dead, an obsession that continues to this very day.
for anyone who hasn't thumbed through a high times in the 7-11, it's basically porn for stoners, complete with centerfolds and photo spreads. you can't help but look at that shit and say things like "ooooh i just wanna smoke you so hard..." and "i can almost smell that shit right there...". the centerfolds are even printed on glossy paper for easy clean up.
in more recent years, high times has added lots of photos of scantily clad girls smoking weed into the mix, because stoners are almost always dudes and why not kill two birds with one stone. lady stoners truly rule due to their relative rarity, like truffles. ever had a truffle? amazing...
i have never been anywhere near wanting dreads.
i do however LOVE reggae. all reggae.
do i sound like a hippy to you?
sometimes i like to get up at 7 in the morning, smoke weed and listen to 80's dancehall reggae. no hippy gets up at 7.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
"In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad, known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories."
law and order special victims unit used to be on t.v. every night at 7 and we would watch it regardless of how many times we'd seen a particular episode.
come on, ice-t playing a cop? that's good shit!
anyway, i've watched a lot of law and order, but just s.v.u.
i only like the real heinous stuff, i guess.
so, about this album...
if you can make it past the first song, which is truly obnoxious, you get to the real shit...
(i know i've posted this video before, but it's just so GOOD.)
the album kind of takes off from some of the weird home recorded shit he was doing on fleetwood mac's tusk and goes in more of a pure pop direction. all the songs have a strange detached vibe and they sound tiny and almost condensed. i know lindsey buckingham was a fan of guitarist les paul and his technique of changing the recording speed to make the guitars sound super fast and high pitched, which you can hear on this album as well as on most later fleetwood mac albums.
i always have to turn the cover around when i listen to the record, because the picture is so fucking creepy.
anyway, this record is always in bargain bins, so you really have no excuse for not jamming it.
while we're at it, remember this song?
weird video. what a creep!
this shit has obviously been grinding me pretty hard these days.
here are some clips from the impossible to find tusk movie
below room-temperature beans.