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I Don’t Want to Party

Posted by psd on December 9, 2008  |  No Comments

For a Swedish band whose music is about “Difficult, dull, unhealthy, passionate, mean relationships“, you could surely never tell from their music. doublePark’s lighthearted, happy sounds belie the angst beneath–in fact, you could easily be listening to American AM radio circa 1972. Word in the blogosphere is they are all the rage overseas (thanks Instrumental Analysis). I predict an invasion.

Check out “I Don’t Want to Party” (from 2006!). This is what I’m going to be singing next week when all those holiday party invitations start rolling in…

Ha. I’m a Serious Throwback.

Posted by psd on October 19, 2008  |  No Comments

Eagle on a Pole

Posted by psd on August 26, 2008  |  No Comments

I love the lyrics to this song from Conor Oberst’s new self-titled CD.

For the record, I love the entire CD. Glad to see his voice lost most of its somewhat annoying wavering quality. I’ve always thought he was an extraordinary artist.

These particular tunes are on high rotation lately and probably will be for some time now: Cape Canaveral, Lenders in the Temple, I Don’t Want to Die (in a hospital), Eagle on a Pole, Moab.

Saw an eagle on a pole,
I think it was an eagle.
Watched its’ shadow fly ‘cross the cement.
And I woke up in the snow,
All the trees, and crowds, and people.
No shirt, no shoes, no idea where they went.

I followed the fenceline thin,
Back where the yard begins
My woman, she stood crying like a man.
Said, where have you been?
Where have you been?
I thought you said that all of that was done.
El Cielo es azul,
Just don’t go telling everyone

Thought the kettle was a train.
Thought that Monday was a doorframe.
Tried so hard to finally settle down.
Heard the fire pop and snap.
Like a tack piano rag.
I never could get used to happy sounds.

Yeah, I hope the world’s exposed.
A cruel and elaborate hoax.
It convinces me to walk without a cane.
But what can you do?
Child, what can you do?
I always heard that what is done is done.
El Cielo es azul,
Just don’t go telling everyone

The past don’t ever quit.
There’s boxes in the attic.
Baby shoes and taxidermy dream.
While the ashes of the dead, like a dandelion head,
Explode and then are scattered by the breeze.
We’re such a long way back to all the fun that we had.
When nothing ever seemed to bother me.
But what can you do?
Brother, what can you do?
Sleep with the stars, and toil in the sun.

El Cielo es azul,
Just don’t go telling everyone
El Cielo es azul,
Just don’t go telling everyone

The RIAA uses Limewire

Posted by psd on May 14, 2008  |  1 Comment

Just read a post at The Chronicle (of Higher Education) about how the RIAA goes about identifying alleged music pirates. Apparently an anonymous representative of the organization stopped by the Chronicle’s offices and gave a rundown of how it’s done. I found it funny, and perfectly obvious, that they would use Limewire to identify people who share songs on the RIAA hotlist. Read more…

While sharing this article with a colleague, he tells me about a highly controversial act which just overwhelmingly passed the House – the PRO IP Act. Not bad enough that tax dollars may conceivably fund the ‘copyright police’, but how about hiring “a Cabinet-level “IP enforcement czar” that would report to the President and coordinate enforcement efforts across government”. Wha? Learn more, then call/write/email your congressman.

kids these days…

Posted by psd on May 1, 2008  |  2 Comments

I was surfing music blogs tonight and I came across something that raised my eyebrow. Now, not much surprised me, but this is hands down the winner of the most disturbing images evoked by a band name/album name in my lifetime:

My Penis is Made of Dogshit – Satan Gets An Abortion

This can’t possibly be good. Can it?