Culian Jope – An all-Julian-Cope-covers band. I’ll need a drummer, guitarist, bass player, and a real keyboarder. My simplistic tinklings would never do for playing out, and hopefully I’ll be busy as lead singer, naked in a tortoise shell.
Ok, we’ll do at least one Eurythmics cover too. And a Rolf Harris.
Lego is having a sale on Star Wars toys, in honor of May The 4th Be With You. The Super Star Destroyer is 80 bucks off?! Of course that still leaves it above 300 bucks. d’ohwell.
I only check my twitter feed about once a day, so sometimes I miss the beginnings of things. Like when a local jazz place started retweeting a bunch of #stoprush emails, it took some digging to find out they’d had an ad accidentally run during a Rush Limbaugh show. Without context, it seemed kind of odd.
Context is hard in 140 characters.
Scratch that, spelling and grammar are hard in 140 characters. Nuance and context are nigh impossible. Unless you are Emily Dickinson. Then you can do both. Most people on twitter are not Emily. Quite possibly 100%, if rumors of her death have not been exaggerated. Twain could probably twit a good tweet, too. But again, rumors of death are likely not exaggerated at this time, prior occasions not withstanding.
First Joan Rivers, and now Weird Al? Has the Seattle Symphony always been this cool, and I’ve just been unaware, or is this a sign of economic hardship, that they are booking more ‘pop’ acts out of desperation?
I can’t tell if United States of Electronica’s Vamos A La Playa is ‘set’ in Seattle, or if it’s just wishful-familiarity. They sing about
Alki
Golden Gardens
Madison Park
and
Lighthouse Beach
Is there another city that has all four of those features?
There’s a distorting influence, within the realm of last.fm, if you are just about the only person who listens to a selection of musicians. The system marks them as similar, because you alone listen to them, even though there’s radical differences in actual style between the actual artists. So it’s amusing to see it say that Academy of St Martin in the Fields is a similar artist to Capone. I suppose they are both European.
I really and truly did laugh-out-loud. Not get-me-kicked-out loud, like the drunken group in front of me, just a good-time-amongst-similar-folk level of laughing. I hadn’t realized we’d be getting to see Kristen Schaal, as well as Eugene Mirman and the main event, Bobcat. Everyone did a great job, and even the annoying people couldn’t ruin my evening. If anything, it was an added bonus to see someone get trashed by every comedian. They walked out after Bobcat called the loudest-lady of their group an ‘old whore who thought she was here to see Poison’.
After the show, they had an ‘awkward party bus’ in the back parking lot, with two costumed individuals inside, but sadly it was quite full by the time I got there, and the next-to-last regular-bus home was only minutes away, so I didn’t stay and see if a spot would open up inside for me.
There are many songs that I sing along to, yet never really listen to the lyrics all that closely, and so eventually discover I had a completely incorrect interpretation of the song. My understanding of the lyrics led me to think of this song as being about a closeted gay guy and his crush on his best friend.
I’d like to blame some of my confusion on originally hearing these songs on old school cassette tapes and my cheap-o boom box. I’d like to. But, “it’s palm sunday over and over”…well, I have little excuse =p
I’d seen the hype, but wasn’t planning on getting around to reading it any time soon, until a friend put it on their top-10 of the year list. Ready Player One