okay, if you’ve ever read Fight Club the book as well as seeing the film, you’ll know the endings are very different (personally, I think the book one is better, as a literary ending, though the film is more cinematic), quite apart from the fact that the film introduces the Pixies in the most brilliant, haunting way possible.
anyway, this song always reminds me of endings. peace, man.
maybe I shouldn’t post so many Jawbreaker tracks, and all from the same album (it’s the one I like most, and it’s the only one I have on my phone/mp3 player) but I wanted to keep the literature theme from yesterday going. and literature, for me, is mostly about Kerouac.
“Listen, Eddie, I don’t go for politics or religion or whatever. I really don’t know what’s going on over there. I don’t have a tv, read the papers… any of that. I don’t know who’s right or who’s wrong, if there is such a thing.”
“England’s wrong, man.”
“I can’t read for the I.R.A., Eddie.”
“All right, then…”
”—Charles Bukowski, excerpt of ’A Working Day’ from Hot Water Music.
driving in from the track I saw a woman in green all rump and breasts and dizziness running across the street she was sexy as a green and drunken antelope and when she got to the curbing she tripped and fell down and sat in the gutter and I sat there in my car looking at her and oddly I felt most impassive as if nothing had happened and I sat there looking at this green creature until a moving van 60 feet long came to a stop and helped the lady up a young man in white overalls flushed red and the girl was build all around all around and stupid with falling and stupid with life and swaying on the tower stilts of her heels she stood there rubbing her white knees and the young man kept talking to her he was big dumb blond pink and loely but then the woman asked him where the nearest bar was and he grinned and pointed down the street and gave it up he got back into the truck and 60 feet full of furniture and blanket and stove pulled on down the street and the green antelope crossed the street toward the bar wobbling and shaking shaking and wobbling everything and we sat transfixed and watching until in the backed up traffic behind me a man of strength honked and I put the thing in drive slowing for the big dip by the market that could tear your car in half and they all followed me slowing for the dip too 18 cars full of men thinking of what could have been about the one who got away and it was about sunset and heavy traffic and heavy life
charles bukowski, from the days run away like black horses over the hills, black sparrow press, 1969.
very early Bukowski (his first book, if my memory serves me right). I’ve never read it, but the style is definitely recognizable.
Indeed, NOFX was an awesome show.. They played their 18-minute opus The Decline - that’ll be the one and only time it gets played in Dublin.. I’m rather pleased to have been there to see it.. oh, and given that I couldn’t even find you at the gig Adam it’s unlikely that I found your watch..
I did, however, see about 6 pairs of smashed glasses littered in front of the barrier as we were leaving.. there’ll be a queue bigger than that at the social welfare at specsavers this morning!!
”—overheard on the On The Record message board yesterday. I wasn’t there, mainly because I don’t particularly like NOFX, but I do like the last part of the comment - signs of the times?
a) I really fucking wish I knew how to ride a bike. I think I’m too old to learn how at this point. Well, that and I have no balance. I knew how to once: The summer before second grade, I was about to get my training wheels off. I fell off on the dead end across the street from my house and broke my arm. I never got back on. The me-then was a lot different from the me-now. I don’t think I really understood what it all meant, that not getting back on thing. I like to think that if it happened later in life, I would have gotten back on. But I guess now it’s just one of those things that makes me who I am.
b) Having a conversation about the best Jawbreaker albums at 6am is probably one of my favorite things to do, and the only way it could have been better is if we weren’t 50 miles apart. 50 miles isn’t a lot when you think about it, but it’s gorgeous and I want to be outside and not trapped up here and the air down the shore is just different. It brings back memories of last year and all trips I took to Point Pleasant. It was just a really nice time in my life, and I think this is too. Despite all the stress my family’s been putting on me and stupid work stuff, I’m happier than I’ve been in a really long time. I feel so great and as alive as I can be in this place. And that’s all I can ask for right now.
'Crossover Emo' has been dead for two years. Hooray.
also, I’m intrigued by the concept of the two ‘Indie Rock Bubbles’, 1990-1994 (Sonic Youth, Dinosaur Jr….) and 2004-present (Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Arcade Fire…). Including the fact that SY and Dinosaur had albums in 2006, 2008 and coming in 2009, they’re the sort of bands that I enjoy in modern, general rock music.
"Way, way weirder than the Ida/Levon Helm connection is Bill Frisell’s performance on this syrup-y and great love poem to John Fahey. As Fahey worship, it’s un-equaled since Gastr Del Sol’s definitive cover of “Dry Bones in the Valley” (feat Tony Conrad.) Remember when these guys were an “out”-er-than-the-Melvins venue for Kurdt Cobain’s best buddy? No more, s’mores."
Here’s a special treat for your subwoofers- the Animal Collective remix has been released. See the last post for details. Nothing totally shocking in the full remix. A relaxing, electric, and trippy remix from the group.