dealership

tuesday, november 27 (01)   [link]

chrisw:  On KALX today, DJ Peabody played a great set, made my day...and I can't remember anything but a couple of the highlights.


Among other things:


A new song called "Time Bomb" (mp3) by the Dismemberment Plan from their new album, Changes.


A song by Orange Cake Mix, whose title I didn't get. It was wordless and crunchy. More info (and a different mp3) exists at their profile at epitonic.


A new track called "Scorchio" from Sasha (w/ Darren Emerson, formerly from Underworld) (mp3 samples here)


But there were so many other good tracks played.


I need an eidetic plug-in for my wee brain.


--c

sunday, november 18 (01)   [link]

jane:  EC8OR, 17, and dreamy bass players


Shaloop has uncovered our secret message hidden in my lyrics to "Fallout": in fact, Dealership and EC8OR have rumbled. It happened at the Atari Teenage Riot show in the winter of 1999. They won - they're a little tougher than we are. So we had to pay up by spreading the message of Cocaine Ducks covertly in our own songs.


Ok, that's not the true story. The true story is I wish we were friends with them, but we've never met them. It's a quote/ homage, and I'm not sure what it means exactly, except that I was thinking of their music when we were writing Fallout, and the words just popped into my head and stayed there.


No, on to Brian's point about not playing his favorite song, 17. Funny, because in practice just days before the performance it was indeed in my mind, and I brought it up to the fellows. The conversation went, to the best of my recollection, something like this:


jane: I say, chaps, why don't we dust off the old "17"? It's quite a lovely little tune, what?


chris w: Oy, you out o' yer bleedin' mind, you batty barmy little bint?


chris g: Right you are, guv'nor. We'll make a proper bollocks o' that song, we will.


jane: [frowning slightly] Er, now see here, chaps, I'm sure we just need a minute to sort it out, I know it's been a while, chums, but I'm mad for that song, and so are a lot of other fellows out there.


chris g: Bugger 'em all!


chris w: Oy!


jane: [shakes head sadly] Right-o, chaps. We'll just let them all down, then. A damn shame.


(Why yes, we are actually British, circa 1930. Anyway, that's what happened, more or less, at our last practice.) But I do like the song a lot and am campaigning to play it again so you may get your wish, Brian. And then you can do what you've always dreamed of doing - perform your interpretive dance routine that you've developed for this song, right there on stage with us!


And as for the dreamy bass player, well, I've said it before - he's the cutest!

tuesday, november 6 (01)   [link]

chrisw:  Did we forget to show you the pictures from the Bis show? Whoops...here they are.

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Before the show...

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After the show...

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Seconds after our last song...

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Bis during soundcheck.




Contents of envelope above: Ring Pops. Proposal.
Which means, you can't have her. Lindsay, whom we love, is all ours and we intend to marry her.




Euro...disco.

tuesday, november 6 (01)   [link]

chrisw:  She's not half the girl she used to...


"Ow."


Watched Buffy: The Musical.


Joss.
Rules.