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If you haven’t heard about this anecdote yet, I’m sure you will soon. Kurt Cobain will be the main draw for many people, but I loved the sweetness of the story, the emphasis really being on two people connecting as opposed to just another name-dropping story. I hope Mary Lou Lord goes on to write a book about the music scene in the 90’s.
I’m having a musical orgy, right here, right now. I realize that Das Racist – Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell was obsessed over by the whole world quite a while ago now, but I heard it for the first time today, so cut me some slack. I heard it playing on the local college radio station as I pulled into my parking stall, at which point I parked, ran into the house and googled the song while tearing off my jacket and twitching like a junkie.
I will not conceal the fact that I have been running around the house singing “I’m at the Pizza Hut (what?) I’m at the Taco Bell (huh?) I’m at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bellllllllll” like I have some sort of vocal tic. Yes, I do all the parts. Yes, I try to sound as “street” as I can, to impress the cats.
Also? Yacht is at the Pawn Shop on February 22nd. Christian Hansen and the Autistics are opening. I peed a little when I discovered this. My new-found employment will now allow me to afford this indulgence, and I am giddier than a 5 year-old running on 2lbs of solid chocolate bunny crack.
THE WORLD IS ENTIRELY IN CAPS.
Regretsy
I’m laughing so hard I’m crying.
This album immediately conjures memories of a cassette tape that fell into my possession some years ago. It was a self-produced album belonging to a family friend. Production values were identical, except that he was Hungarian, unable to speak English, but singing entirely in English.
Both my mother and my step-father speak English as a second language, so far be it from me to hold that against someone. The problem was, his use of words was so bizarre, and his pronounciation so completely garbled, that I swear that one of the songs was about goats and clouds.
I was 13 at the time. My step-father introduced the tape to us, proud of this tape from his musician friend. He started the tape, and the warbling of the sound quality immediately didn’t bode well. When he began to sing, the notes came out flat and wobbly, and the words sounded like he was speaking through some automated translator. I started to laugh. Hesitantly at first, watching my parents to see if my reaction would be received without incident. I tried to stifle my laughter out of politeness, but this only amplified things. It soon became contagious, as it quickly became apparent to my parents that he was singing about livestock and meteorological phenomenon. It wasn’t long before tears were streaming down all of our faces, holding our sides in pain.
Varga takes me right back, Casio and lo-fi recording to boot. This makes me do a little dance of exquisite joy.
Before she was Lady Gaga, she was Stefani Germanotta. Most of her music doesn’t do much for me, and the cult of celebrity that swirls around her has gotten really old really fast. That said, however, this video made me realize that the woman behind Lady Gaga is actually a gifted musician, and clearly savvy enough to leverage all the elements required to rise to superstardom. I don’t care for the music she’s producing these days, but I appreciate a woman with that much drive and ambition. She seems quite aware of how to use the fame machine to her advantage, and I think she may yet see the kind of success that Madonna has had in her career. Neither her music nor her fashion choices particularly inspire me, but watching her manipulate the system is fun. I just hope she’s strong enough to endure the time when the fame machine wants to chew her up and spit her out.
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