rubbersoul

Is it Girlfriend? You know that's Richard Lloyd from Television on guitar on that album?

Haha. I take it the show rocked your socks?

I just managed to get a hold of all their videos. On top of being musically genius, they also have some really great videos. Except for maybe "Hotel Yorba", they don't do anything vanilla flavored.

god yes. *dances AND sings on table*

-dude...what the fuck is wrong with the raiders. i turned that shit off at half time and went to sleep.

Summer os 1993 Repro's home life favored him moving in with me for the summer and all we did was listen to guyville and ska and eat fried chicken and run people over on AOHell. People were like "Hey, what's this internet thing. BLAM!!!! Ouch, someone just ripped me a new asshole, Mary!" 24 hour on-call weirdness, bands sleeping on the living room floor, and endless endless "I flew in to Chicago at night"

Awesome. To be Young and Stupid in a College Town in the Summer.

pogues and drunken poets go down well together. dylan thomas=quite fun...although i admittedly have issues with poetry...which unfortunately my drunken roommate was tapping on...such as how i can't stand sylvia plath and i wrote an essay in tenth grade on her stylistic flaws...uuuuuggghhhh. but try explaining this to a drunk overly cheery roommate while you yourself are a bit drunk and grouchily half swearing in russian at her...

I saw the Stripes in Berkeley the other day. Mr. White did a tribute to Johnny Cash. It was well received and a very good, stylized show.

No encore though. That kind of peeved me. They need to spruce up their shows ... or at least the ones they do in the Bay Area.

Umm.... I don't mind admitting that I like some mainstream movies... but of the 8 movies I mentioned, 5 would have no chance in hell of playing at a multiplex. I would say my taste in movies is much more indie and out-of-the-mainstream than my music taste. I guess it seems otherwise from this small snapshot of picks...

-did you ever read that short story by stephen king called "you know they've got a hell of a band"?

i don't know why, but for some reason that Byrne quote made me think of it.

-you're right because the name of the town in the story was "rock and roll heaven"

freaky ass story, actually

sometimes, you just gotta smell bad.

-it's either that or your hairlip.

invisigirl stole my comment with the first-page first post

--I fucking hate phones--

It's never who I want it to be. . .

-update your journal or suffer the wrath of...someone worth fearing, i guess.

I'm more of a soul suckin jerk. haha. I love Beck.

Thanks for the comment on my musical tastes. I tend to think they are quite good as well.

I'm the youngest of four and by virtue of the fact that I was exposed to so many things at such a young age it made me very sensitive to avoid what I felt was crappy and redundant. It really takes an awful lot of originality and creativity for me to get in to a band.

I love your nickname, btw.

My middle name is Dylan..after Dylan Thomas.

The 88 @ 12:45pm at Sunset Junction on Sunday....be there!

no, i think there's still a little more stuck in the corner.

I just read your post about mormons, and believe me I am NOT defending them in any way, but my grandparents are devoted fully to the mormon church and I went to church with them and talked to the dudes on bikes with ties and short sleeve shirts, a lot when I was younger, and I honestly never heard them mention anything about a talking lizard...but maybe they left that out. I was just wondering where you heard it. Is it in the book of mormon? Also, I was reading old newspaper articles from new york, and a couple of them were talking about the theft of a book that a man had written, and left at a local printing house until he could afford to have it printed. One of the men suspected to be the theif was Joseph Smith, but he was nowhere to be found...he later emerged from the forest saying he had spoken to an angel. Also, Joseph Smith had been a well known swindler, he would travel around town with a "magic" rock under his hat, bury some money somewhere and tell people that his rock was blessed and that he could find treasures with it. The people would follow him and watch him unearth these riches and then he'd sell them the rock for a pretty penny. He did this over and oer and was even arrested for it.

-oops..i got your thread closed. haha.