Wednesday, June 11th, 2003
Ever wanted to cook with Rilo Kiley, John Vanderslice or Interpol? Check out The Jenville Show recipes and interviews with your favorite indie-rock celebs. A great idea whose time has come. Link from Traveler’s Diagram.
I could have used some of those recipes tonight – tomorrow is the company pot luck and this was one of those occasions where I was reminded I’m really a feeble cook. I can make enough to feed myself with sufficient variety to make it through a week, but cooking for others is a ridiculous amount of pressure. And digging around the internet for recipes may sound like a good idea, but you’d do well to try them out BEFORE serving them to other people… And it’s helpful if the recipe comes with a picture so you’re not stuck asking, “Is it supposed to look like this?”
Feeble.
np – The Jayhawks / More Rain
Tuesday, June 10th, 2003
The greatest of the lost divas from years gone by? Quite possibly. Say hello to Mrs. Elva Miller. Some background here.
Cat Power’s erratic live performances seem to have hit a new low in Frankfurt.
Oh Stumpy, so close and yet so far. It was a helluva run, though. Stupid Devils.
Version 5 of this site is currently being cobbled together behind the scenes with chewing gum, happy thoughts and twine. I hope to be able to roll it out by the first day of Summer. Not that it’s an especially summery design. It actually feels more like an old basement rec room, circa, oh – 1977? But I’m going with it for now.
np – Gemma Hayes / Night On My Side
Monday, June 9th, 2003
This is great. My top left wisdom tooth has realized that his compatriot on the top right has been extricated and is now making a move to fill the resultant void by pushing all my other teeth that-a-way. Not that it’s succeeding in doing anything but annoying the hell out of me. It’s damn good timing I have a consultation with the dentist tomorrow about pulling the rest of those little fuckers. Can’t wait.
How geek are you? I scored a piddly 33.333%. I thought I’d be much more geek than that…
np – Wilco / The Complete Singles
Monday, June 9th, 2003
Oh god oh god oh god. I forgot my headphones at home. I feel so… exposed. Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh.
UPDATE – Mark has taken pity on me and lent me his iPod headphones. Rage… subsiding. Chances of causing physical harm to co-workers… decreasing. Endorphin count… rising. Ahhhhh.
The new Fountains Of Wayne website is now up, just in time for the release of Welcome Interstate Managers tomorrow. Still pretty sparse, but at least it’s there.
The perfect companion piece for the free synth I linked yesterday – Build your own beatbox. Now you too can be almost as funky as Beck (who had to cancel his Field Day show on account of slipping in the rain whilst dancing to Underworld and breaking a rib).
np – NOTHING! NO HEADPHONES! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH.
Sunday, June 8th, 2003
Congratulations to Magnet on writing what is quite possibly the dullest cover story ever on the dullest cover story subject, Pete Yorn. To save you the trouble of reading it, here’s a synopsis. Pete was born in New Jersey. He was a jock. He went to college and joined a fraternity. He smoked a lot of pot and played acoustic guitar at parties. He moved out to Los Angeles and worked really hard and got a record deal. His first album was good, the new one isn’t so much. Chicks dig him. That’s about it. But I guess slapping his mug on the cover will sell a couple more issues (chicks dig him, apparently), so that’s okay. The story on Evan Dando is far more compelling, and while I haven’t read it yet, I imagine the Grandaddy feature is as well. It couldn’t possibly be less.
Instead of going out last night, I sat at home and watched the MTV Movie Awards. It’s amazing how out of touch I’ve become with mainstream popular culture – I didn’t know who many of the presenters were, beyond maybe “oh that’s that guy from that movie” or something. There were some truly funny bits – mainly the prerecorded material – but much of the live presenters fell flat flat flat (Harrison Ford – please tell me you were on a lot of drugs). And T.A.T.U. – well, I know that canned performances are the norm these days, but their schtick was extra depressing. Even with the hordes and hordes of schoolgirls who, at the end, tore off their uniforms and were cavorting about in their underwear, kissing each other. It was just sad.
But one thing the MTV awards did prompt me to do was to go see Old School, which was the matinee at The Royal. It was a not unpleasant way to pass an hour and a half. There were some laughs, and while I certainly don’t expect much from a film of this type, it did get disappointingly fractured in the second half, like they let a trained chimp into the editing room. It was though they realized they were running out of time and randomly slapped gags together hoping no one would notice or care. And in one for the irony files, it’s interesting to note is that ten years ago, there was another frat-house movie that came and went, called PCU, starring one Jeremy Piven as the crazy frat house leader. The same Jeremy Piven, incidentally, who is also in Old School in the role of the Evil Dean. A changing of the guard.
Looks like it will be Radiohead at the Molson Amphitheatre on August 16th with Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks opening. From Tiny Mixtapes.
np – Wilco / Summerteeth Demos
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