Death Cab for Cutie//We Laugh Indoors

Ok. Enough with the extended music inside jokes. Back to business…and the current business is the business of winter.

It’s been cold this year. The northeast has been blanketed with a fair amount of snow, especially compared to recent years past. All this pretty white frosting puts me in the mood for (in addition to ridiculous spontaneous snowball fights in Fort Greene) Death Cab for Cutie.

The Photo Album is one of my favorite winter albums and most certainly one I return to perennially, despite the fact that I am clearly opening myself up to the classic “Hey Emo Kid, how’s your girlfriend?” put-downs. Emo’s generally not my thing, but I do make certain exceptions…and the catchy hooks and biting wordplay of Ben Gibbard counts as an exception.

My first exposure to Death Cab was through Jill. She put this song on the February mix (February ’02, mind you) and also made me a copy of this album. I’ve never really liked any Death Cab stuff as much as I liked this album, which I listened to on repeat through what I can conclusively say was the most depressing winter I’ve ever survived. The music fit perfectly with the mood, which was grey, dreary, desperate, overdramatic and a little pretty, in its own sad way.



We Laugh Indoors.mp3

The days get darker and we wait for the direness to pass.

Family Fodder//Debbie Harry

Ok. Nobody hazarded a guess. That’s cool, just means I get to keep picking the songs. Sorry, Charlies.

The last installment in this madcap string of strange references is the original ode to one of my favorite punk femme fatales, Debbie Harry. Now, take a listen to the previous Unrest track again. Remember how Winona had that shoplifting problem? Well, I think we might consider this a song-lifting problem.

Family Fodder is a mysterious post-punk collective, based around Alig Pearce. This song was featured on Rough Trade’s Post Punk 2 Disc collection, which is how I came to hear it.




Debbie Harry.mp3

Deborah Harry, I’m having your baby.

Unrelated: if you’re around NYC tonight, you should come on out to this. Music starts at 8.

Unrest//Winona Ryder

Double Unrest, Double Heathers? Mark Robinson…do you have a Winona Ryder obsession?!?!

If you can guess what Friday’s song will be and why, you can pick Monday's OSS. You have to play to win! No cheating!



Winona Ryder (Xx Version).mp3

Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?

Unrest//Teenage Suicide

My desire to spotlight some genuine 90s indie led me to a little musical puniness as I was planning the next few OSS posts. Granted, this also might be due to the inherent musical puniness that I witnessed last night at GBM. Reader, bear with me as I kickoff the first post in an elaborate three part series of clever indie quirk.

Heathers may very well be one of my favorite movies. In a prominent subplot to the dark late 80s classic, American teens everywhere are doing themselves in in an effort to be cool. A fictional band, Big Fun, has a hit song out called Teenage Suicide, which gets played on the radio at one point in the movie.

Fast forward a few years to the early 90s and we find Mark Robinson’s 4AD/TeenBeat-signed Unrest with their own extremely amazing version of the song.

For what it’s worth, it was hard to decide which Unrest song to feature, as they’re all so good (close losers were “Makeout Club”—which may be the namesake for the early 00s proto-social networking site, yes I had a profile thank you very much—and “Isabelle”). As for the next installation of this classic early 90s indie puzzle, you’ll just have to wait until tomorrow.



Teenage Suicide (Peel Session).mp3

Teenage suicide, don’t do it!
Teenage suicide, YES I CAN!

John Vanderslice//Amitriptyline

Honestly, I can’t believe I’ve never written a John Vanderslice post here. Vanderslice is one of my favorites; an artist I keep coming back to over and over again for his incredible lyric/song-writing skills, super strength studio prowess (or uhm…his studio?) and general awesomeness. I’ve yet to hear a bad album from this man, and I think his latest, Emerald City, is one of the best. Not to mention the fact that his live shows never disappoint (I once somewhat wastedly sang “Letter to the East Coast” with him as part of his audience participation tour at his Maxwell’s stop. Good times).

The drug amitriptyline is approved most commonly for the treatment of depression. The song on the other hand, a memoir-like composition narrated by a sad schizophrenic, doesn’t shy away from tugging at the heartstrings.



Amitriptyline.mp3

I was a quiet, lunch box lonely little boy,
Reading sci-fi, broken treehouse on the shore.
Nineteen, talking in my head got harder to understand:
No work, no school, drifting; a failing satellite.
Don't feel sorry for me. I've been happy too,
Manic, kindly, blinding, high-res euphoria.

Jenny Wilson//A Hesitating Cloud of Despair

Monday, Monday, Monday. What better way to start the week than with weird dark Swedish pop stuff? No better way, that I can think of, anyway.

I think Jenny Wilson was an Angelina find. If you know Ange, this makes a whole lotta sense. Wilson is sort of poppy, sort of sardonic, sometimes danceable and extra weird. This is Ange’s favorite combo: weird and fun. Wilson also has a pretty serious The Knife connection (she’s signed to their label and turns up on tracks from time to time).

This song is about the moment between childhood and adulthood where you notice how everything sucks. The end of youth; the beginning of decay—or at least, the beginning of this perception. Of course, the fact is that the depressing decay was always there and in a way, this revelation is perhaps even more depressing.
Obviously, Wilson finds a more eloquent, narrative and poetic way to say this than I just did.



A Hesitating Cloud of Despair.mp3

Wilson's second solo album, Hardships, is due out in February 2009.

Let's steal some wine, mom won't notice anything.
And while the music melted down,
We heard her steps, she was staggering.
We were bored, but you know,
You're not supposed to play at that age.

Glad Hearts//The Afternoon Passed Like A Summer Cloud

What's your resolution? Mine's to keep giving you
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Mr. Avello introduced me to his friends from New Brunswick, Glad Hearts. Next thing you know, we’re playing a show with them at Goodbye Blue Monday. Next thing you know after that, they’re playing a show in my basement!!!

That’s right, Glad Hearts will be up next at The 50/50! And judging by the last one, you’ll definitely want to be there, because they put on one hell of a show...and so does the fifty!!!



The Afternoon Passed Like A Summer Cloud.mp3

Everything Glad Hearts here.

We’ll sing along with the radio on.

Common//The Corner

This morning, on the way to work, there was a joint Common/Kanye track ("Punch Drunk Love") on Sirius. I said, “I think Common’s flow is kinda lazy, but I really like when he does stuff with Kanye West.” James said, “Yeah. It’s too lazy. But they balance each other out.” And you know what? That’s true. They balance each other out.

This conversation reminded me of the song that got me to check out Common in the first place, which was also a West collab (and a Last Poets, the group my dad loves to refer to as THE FIRST RAP BAND, collab).

This track has that classic West production—looped old, pitch modified soul sample, bass and beat snaking around and through it. Mr. West delivers the choral hook, Last Poets deliver the sermon-like proclamations and Common keeps to his relaxed flow, which is just a few steps away from being TOO relaxed here. Perfection.



The Corner.mp3

Now I roll in a Olds with windows that don't roll,
Down the roads where cars get broke in and stole.

Uilab//St. Elmo's Fire

You know what’s great about having my late 90s “boombox” set up in my kitchen? Here’s what:
When I’m cooking I can listen to all my favorite classic mixtapes and CDs!

Last night, I was listening to this mix that Ali and I made the summer after Sophomore year. That was the summer that we (Ali, Ange and I) lived in Debs Coop and spent every evening drinking Milwaukee’s Best purchased for us by Colin and Joanne, the only other bitter and jaded people in the house, who also happened to be over-21. We’d hang out on the porch and drink cheap crappy beer and make fun of all the fratty types who lived in the student ghetto with us. We’d walk down to Sergeant Pepper’s and get disgusting $1 pizza and get leered at by all the creeps in there. This was the summer when Jen and I were dating and I spent every day riding my bike to Black Elk to hang out there, on that porch, doing similar things. We took frequent trips to Pickerel Lake and Dairy Queen. On big nights, we’d go hang out at The 555—THE OLD 555, by the Y…the one that got burned to the ground. I worked at East Quad’s front desk, checking in orientation students, and a horse barn, doing menial tasks, part time. These two strange and slacktastic jobs more than covered my under-$300/month rent. Honestly, except for a few minor hiccups, life was pretty beautiful and uncomplicated.

The mix I was listening to included some serious jams of that time that really managed to capture the carefree, pretty mood: “Michigan State” by Devendra Banheart, “Work It” by Missy Elliot, Yo La Tengo’s cover of Sun Ra’s “Nuclear War.” We taped a lot of records that we eagerly purchased at Encore and Underground and Wazoo. Oh, summer in Ann Arbor, you can’t be beat!

Also on the mix: Uilab’s (collaboration between Stereolab and Ui) cover of Brian Eno’s “St. Elmo’s Fire,” which might be the best embodiment of the feeling of that time. The soundscapes are so deep, rich and warm; the builds subtle and floating, but still present; the lyrics coated with heavy summer nostalgia.

On a day like today, gray and cold and wet, I could use a mental trip back to the lovely and golden summer of 2003. Yesterday, I sat in my kitchen, heard these sounds, and felt myself falling in love with warm, easy times all over again. How beautiful.



St. Elmo’s Fire.mp3

Brown eyes and I was tired--
We had walked and we had scrambled
Through the moors and through the briars,
Through the endless blue meanders,

In the blue August Moon,
In the cool August Moon.

Gilberto Gil//Domingo No Parque

I had a little party on Saturday night and Bat Macumba by Os Mutantes made it onto the dancey playlist. My, how I love Tropicalia. This reminded me of the long discussions we had in my South American Politics and Culture (undoubtedly one of my favorites) on the clever wordplay in the lyrics of many songs that came out of this movement. BAT MAN!

Speaking of that class, this was one of the professor’s favorite songs of all times. In fact, one day, he eagerly proclaimed that Domingo No Parque was “the best pop song ever written.” Kinda going out on a limb there, buddy—considering the basis of the track is berimbau. Still, turns out, the guy’s kinda right. Shortly after I was introduced, I put the song on a car-bound mixtape and annoyed my friends for hours, insisting on playing it over and over again, especially on one particular trip to Chicago.

If I’m remembering correctly, the plot line revolves around an urban Capoeira-match-turned-knife-fight between José and João, the game going bad in the park over a girl (of course), Juliana. The Tropicalists, famous for their sense of post-modernism, pastiche and playfulness, live up to their ideals by inserting an upbeat carnival montage at the end. Sure, things can get bloody right outside the merry-go-round—this is Brazil in the late 60s after all.



Domingo No Parque.mp3

Oh, José!
Oh, João!

Deerhunter//Never Stops

It’s a new year and OSS is back in business.

I’d like to kick off the first regular post of ’09 with a track off the album that I’ve been obsessed with for the last few weeks, Microcastle, by Deerhunter.

I will admit, I never really wanted to give Deerhunter a chance, because of their name.
“Oh, another animal band,” I thought. Panda Bear. Grizzly Bear. Wolf Eyes. Wolf Parade. Fleet Foxes. Owls. The Bird and The Bee. This is really getting old, guys.
I thought some more. “Not just another animal band…another DEE/AR band!” Deerhoof (who, for the record, I really love). Deertick. Lonely, Dear. COME ON, INDIE ROCKERS, COME UP WITH SOMETHING NEW!

Anyway, once I got over my case of Acute Band Stigma To Animal Incorporated Names (ABSTAIN), thanks in large part to the urging of "dear" (haha-get it?!?!) friend Angelina, I learned that I loved Deerhunter. Their weird/distressed soundscapes, depressing-ass lyrics and very catchy choruses cannot be beat. Thanks, Atlanta. Thanks, Angelina. Thanks, animal names. This OSS post is brought to you by The Letter A and The Animal Deer.



Never Stops.mp3

I had dreams
That frightened me awake.

The Walkmen//In The New Year

From OSS and The Walkmen, Happy New Year, everyone.



In The New Year.mp3

I know that it’s true--
It’s gonna be a good year.
Out of the darkness
And into the fire,
I’ll tell you I love you.
And my hearts in the strangest place,
That’s how it started
And that’s how it ends.

The Pixies//Holiday Song

Guys, I love you. I really do. But I'm going on fucking vacation.




Holiday Song.mp3

Enjoy your holiday, cuz it always turns out that way. At least, according to Black Francis.

Lucinda Williams//Drunken Angel

Friday night got a little out of hand, so maybe this song is appropriate. I was a drunken angel, almost on the other side of the path tracks after an office-related Christmas party. Yeek!

I love Lucinda Williams. She is a drunken angel! The first time I saw her live was at this weird folk fest with some friends in South Jersey (where I consequently also ran into my aunt). Williams started her set super late and drank whiskey the whole way through. Her band was comprised of the awesomest old cowboy dudes. WHAT A BADASS.
Actually, Lucinda Williams is one of the only acts I’ll always go see live—she really knows how to deliver a quality show. She was also named "America's best songwriter" by TIME magazine in 2002.

This song comes from a remarkable album—probably one of the best of all time--Car Wheels on a Gravel Road. How sexy is that electric guitar tone? So, so sexy. The song, a tribute to Blaze Foley, is truly a musical and emotional gem.

I also have some very fond memories of playing this song with Mr. Beauchamp. We loved us some Lucinda!



Drunken Angel.mp3

Why’d you let go of your guitar? Why’d you ever let it go that far, drunken angel?

The Flaming Lips//Thank You, Jack White..., The Raconteurs//Salute Your Solution

To further get everyone into the “Holiday Spirit,” I want to remind you that we all have plenty to be thankful for this year with a double whammy OSS today.

One thing we should all be particularly thankful for is Detroit rock hero and perhaps purveyor of the grittiest vox in indie rock, Jack White. Take it from the seemingly happiest man in indie rock (and maybe alive), Wayne Coyne!

The first song is (unsurprisingly) about how Jack White once gave Wayne Coyne a light-up Jesus (how timely!) backstage while Flaming Lips were on tour with Beck (I WAS AT THIS SHOW AND WE WERE SITTING RIGHT NEAR MEG AND JACK, HILARIOUSLY). I like how this song is just a funny inside joke that The Flaming Lips actually decided to release as a B-Side. The song also perpetuates The White Stripes Brother and Sister Hoax—FUN!

I also like how vividly I remember the actual referenced show. I think it was at the Detroit Opera House. Oh, yes, The Michigan Daily tells me that it was. (good memory, amid all that college binge drinking, g). Flaming Lips had all those people dressed up in animal costumes on stage with them and it was during Beck’s big “sad phase.” This was the time that Michael Beauchamp “smoked” a cigarette because he thought it was a funny joke. I don’t think he actually lit it. Oh, it was hilarious. Tash, Dan, Als, Jill and Soma were there also, I believe. Actually, I know Jill was there because I think I went with her in the Honda and we had to berate the Honda to get it to start. “FUCK YOU, HONDA, YOU WORTHLESS AND TERRIBLE CAR! YOU’LL NEVER START! YOU’LL NEVER GET US TO DETROIT!” Was this also the night that The Mistake/Charles In Charge awkwardly demanded a ride, painted his face like Beck and acted terrible the whole time? Yes, I believe it was.



Thank You, Jack White (For The Fiber Optic Jesus That You Gave Me).mp3

Now for another gift from Jack White--The Raconteurs.

I’ve basically been addicted to this song (and it’s catchy melody and amazing word-play) for the last week. It’s in my head pretty much constantly.



Salute Your Solution.mp3

Well, I got what I got all despite you,
And I get what I get just to spite you.

Rosemary Clooney//Mambo Italiano

It's almost Christmas and Rosemary Clooney always reminds me of Christmas because of her role in the classic (and perhaps slightly cheesey) film, White Christmas.

Seriously though, Rosemary Clooney, besides being the aunt of your favorite dreamy and sometimes wry Hollywood actor, has a fucking amazing voice. It's so velvety. And this song is just about as kitschy as they come.



Mambo Italiano.mp3

All you calabrese, do the mambo like you're crazy!

Steely Dan//Hey Nineteen

I was at my friend Claire’s holiday party this weekend and Patrice brilliantly put this song on. This is one of those songs that everyone I know hates, but I love with abandon. This is why I probably freaked Patrice out with my excessive glee at hearing not only the intro, but also knowing that I wasn’t the one who pushed play. Patrice is awesome.

Steely Dan, on the other hand, is not really my favorite band. For some reason, this song really strikes a chord with me though. I think it’s because it was a song my dad would play a lot when I was a kid. Underage sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll, kids!

Fun fact: Steely Dan is named after “Steely Dan III from Yokohama", a strap-on dildo referenced in Naked Lunch by William Burroughs.



Hey Nineteen.mp3

The Cuervo Gold,
The fine Columbian
Make tonight a wonderful thing.

Chad VanGaalen//TMNT Mask

I’m not one for being “friends” with people you don’t actually know over the internet. That said, I do have one internet friend, Megan from California!!!!, and I honestly can’t even remember how I “met” her, but she’s totally the fucking jam and she has the best taste ever (ie. we agree about what’s good when it comes to media and we’re good sharers!). I bring her up because I wouldn’t be posting this track if not for her discerning tastes and propensity to send me Last.fm recommendations.

I checked out this song a few days ago and now I’m totally hooked on Chad VanGaalen. I love everything about it these songs; the lyrical emotional currency (not far from Sufjan, but a little less sappy), the strange vocal quality (not far from Neil Young, but a little more contemporary), the writing (lots of dynamics) and the sound sets (weird…different).

This song is about needing to escape from something shitty in life and finding, even in the most potentially natural setting (the river), caches of modern detritus and waste (like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Mask for which the track is named). Furthermore, it’s about the realization that whatever momentary peace is found, even in a grotesque oasis, it’s just that--momentary. Life keeps moving, or as Mr. VanGaalen so astutely observes, “not really moving, just waiting.”



TMNT Mask.mp3

I’m wishing I could stay here forever
But the river won’t stay that long, it’s moving on.
I’m a shopping cart stuck on an island,
Stranded in the middle getting higher and thirsty
And not really moving just waiting for this water to rise up again
And pull me along.

Canada//Hexenhaus

Guys, it's been a rough week. Thank god for
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Canada was a band I liked to see way back when at The Halfass in the golden days, before things got all harsh there about “drinking whiskey” and “eating free food” and “walking out with 12 of those little pints of Ben and Jerry’s.” Back me up here, Becky! The Halfass fueled some pretty fun times for me and my EQ cohorts, including a spontaneous lettuce fight in Emily Bate and Haley’s room (speaking of, Happy Birthday, EMILY BATE !).

So, yeah, back to Canada, who broke up and recently got back together, with a recent CMJ show at Union Pool, which was fun and nice to see everyone at! Been seeing more of Joe Scott and his other band, That’s Him! That’s The Guy! lately. Actually, my dear friend and bandmate Karl Sturk (who will also someday have a LMF feature here) is playing a hot show in Philly tonight with Mr. Scott at The Fire. I was always a big fan of this song, which Scott and the rest of the gang played at the particular Halfass show I saw.



Hexenhaus.mp3

More about Canada here at QuiSci.

And it’s hard, hard, it’s frozen hard
Where we slept, slept, like abandoned cars
With our dreams in our empty pockets
Of the clothes that we wore.
Now we wake up to the ghosts
Of the families
Who once lived there,
But don’t live there anymore.

Sebastian Tellier//Divine

I first heard Sebastian Tellier, who has worked with the likes of Air and Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo of Daft Punk, when I was eating brunch at Ethan’s apartment in Greenpoint. Annie was in town and she cooked for us. I’m pretty sure Hurricane Hanna was also in town. I kept saying “hurri-cainn!!!” over and over again. It started off as endearing and rapidly turned to obnoxious, I think, which I find that many of my jokes have a tendency to do.

Tellier’s music from his newest album sounds exactly like late 70s/early 80s gay porn soundtrack—but it’s actually quite good, probably mostly because he’s French. In fact, the music is so…uh….suggestive (uh…the album is called SEXUALITY!) that Tellier himself has considered licensing it out to a tasteful porn flick. You go, girl.



Divine.mp3

Tellier plays a show tonight at Le Poisson Rogue. If I wasn’t totally sleep-deprived and over-extended at this moment, I’d say you’d definitely see me there. Under the current circumstances though, there will definitely be odds.

Life Without Buildings//Young Offenders

Last night, I went to see Black Watch at St. Ann’s Warehouse (thanks, Karl!). I was kind of blown away by how good it was and some of the thematic food for thought it provided.

It also got me thinking about the Scots and their pretty unique cultural contributions (bagpipes, kilts, Belle and Sebastian…hello!). This song doesn’t really have anything to do with the content presented in the play, but it is from Scottish art school band, Life Without Buildings.

I really liked listening to this song, and other LWBs songs, when I lived in London, especially right before a particularly debaucherous night out at The Ghetto. My, that was a different time. Nag Nag Nag? Misshapes? Anybody?



Young Offenders.mp3

Wednesday pick-me-up: how I need you!

In any city other city in the world…

Aimee Mann//Choice in the Matter

Aimee Mann practically saved my life in high school. I’m not kidding.

Jon Brion-produced I’m With Stupid was another brilliant and life-changing gift from Joel. Every track is golden; every bitter, deadpan word was one that spoke directly to the feeling of disaffected outcast youthfulness that I had at 16 in the suburbs of New Jersey. To this day, this album sits at the top of my desert island necessities.

You may know Aimee Mann from her role in one of my favorite guilty pleasure bands, Til’ Tuesday (80s hit: “Voices Carry,” which some of my friends heard as “This is Scary” and some other friends heard as “This is Gary”). Perhaps synth nightmare/my favorite, “Love In a Vaccum” will someday find it’s way onto this very blog, although the fact that my entire TT collection lives on vinyl and tape make this a little difficult.

You may also know Aimee Mann from her soundtrack/theme work on one of my favorite movies, Magnolia. You know that scene where every character sings part of a song? Yep.

What else can I tell you about Ms. Mann?

She’s married to Michael Penn, musician and brother of Sean Penn.
She has a song about my favorite comic (and tattoo inspiration) Ghost World.
She has a cameo in my least favorite move, The Big Lebowski.
Her battles with the record industry have been messy and public (presumably what the title of this album references).
She now has her own record label, the aptly named SuperEgo.
She used to have a rattail.
She is a badass (see one above).
She is an amazing songwriter and lyricist.

This is a song I learned how to play in the early days of me playing guitar. I don’t really ever tire of it, or any track on IWS:



Choice in the Matter.mp3

Skip the cloak and dagger bit.
Don’t you know we’re sick of it?

As much as I would like to stay,
The message light just blinks away…
And while I’m here, you won’t push play.

Chuck Berry//Your Driver, Spoon//Idiot Driver, The White Stripes//Big 3 Killed My Baby, The Anniversary//D in Detroit

Hey again, guys. Know how the car companies just asked for a giant bailout!?!?! You probably do.

The state of the American Auto industry is something I’ve always kept half an eye on, ever since my six-year stay in Michigan educated me to the peculiarities of the its culture (yes, execs and employees of different companies did segregate out into different neighborhoods—a tidbit I learned from Detroit aficionado, Dan Faichney) and economy. Indeed, Michigan, and more specifically Detroit, is like a mini ecosystem where the car is the only food in town and shit! Now all the cars are dying out! WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO!?!?

In honor of all the good, bad and the ugly of The Big Three and beyond, please accept these four sweet songs (playing a little catch up for upcoming vacation from internets):


I Want to be Your Driver

This song, which was put on a mix for me by one good, good friend, Emily Bate, harkens back to the good old days of the automobile. Shiny chrome! What a fine machine! AND IT REALLY COOKS!

This song may be a metaphor for…something? What do you think?



I Want to be Your Driver.mp3


Idiot Driver

And then…the hoard descended and everyone needed a fly ride! The highways swarmed and grew congested. You wanted to hit that souped up Honda next to you at full ramming speed!

CAN YOU SEE MY MIDDLE FINGER? IT IS POINTED IN YOUR DIRECTION!!!



Idiot Driver.mp3


The Big Three Killed My Baby

What would this post be without this song? Nothing, that’s what.

Those greedy sons-a-bitches keep churning out the shitty cars and ruining the lives of honest Americans, poisoning the environment, getting into bed with corrupt oil companies and generally sucking hard. At least they didn’t take your first born…or kill your spouse….er….nevermind.



The Big Three Killed My Baby.mp3


D in Detroit

Oh, as if killing your baby wasn’t enough…let’s not forget an entire destroyed city! Detroit was once the third largest metropolis in the country. It is now a burnt-out shell of urban hell. Your taxes, about to be hard at work.

This band is a guilty pleasure that I can trace back to high school. They're so good...for emo!



D in Detroit.mp3

Now will somebody please throw these guys some dollars!

Dressy Bessy//I Saw Cinnamon

There was this one sunny and delightful day sometime in 2002 that was declared Bad Pop Day. On Bad Pop Day, you could play pop that was bad or pop that was so bad it was good or good pop or just pop. This band falls somewhere between 2, 3 and 4. All their songs are extremely vapid (so vapid that I’m not sure there actually is any lyrical content) and extremely catchy. Even their song and album titles are the total embodiment of pop: “Ultra Vivid Color,” “Pink Hearts Yellow Moons,” “Sunny,” “California,”…

It’s only Tuesday, but it might be turning into an informal Bad Pop Week here at OSS. Hold on to your transistor radios, folks! It’s time for some Dressy Bessy!

Random Trivia One: Elephant Six Alert! Guitarist John Hill also plays with Bad Pop Day-worthy band, The Apples in Stereo
Random Trivia Two: A Dressy Bessy song was featured in the hilarious (and gay) movie But I’m a Cheerleader, starring Clea Duvall, who I am in love with.
Random Trivia Three: I saw Dressy Bessy at the Knitting Factory a few years back and Sean Lango yelled, “THANK YOU MISSUS BESSY!” to Tammy Ealom.

Can you tell I didn’t sleep enough last night? I didn’t sleep enough last night.



I Saw Cinnamon.mp3

I Saw Cinnamon
Running Down the Road
He had his arms full of melody
Fa So La Ti Da!

Bad Pop—as good as coffee? Not quite.

Oasis//She's Electric

Welcome back. If you’re like me, you’re still shaking off the cobwebs of the holiday. Too much food and drink! It’s gotta end sometime.

This weekend, I got really drunk at a bar in Astoria called, I shit you not, Sissy Mcginty's. My friends put some songs on the jukebox and one of the songs they played was off the Oasis album (What’s the Story) Morning Glory?. This reminded me that I used to LOVE this album. I immediately went home and downloaded it.

It’s astounding that a band could so blatantly and unabashedly rip off The Beatles in every way possible and still be kind of ok in their own right. I’m not saying that I want to spend tons of my life listening to Oasis, but this album was fun and I love this song. It’s so stupid and catchy.



She’s Electric.mp3

Remember when the news was all about the weekly feuds of the Gallagher Bros? Those were the good ol' days.

She’s electric.
She’s in a family full of eccentrics.