You are not seriously claiming to have just discovered the White Stripes, are you? Even I have some White Stripes, and I am embarrassingly uncool.
The White Strips are so 2001. Ogged, where have you been?
Start getting all of your indie music news from Pitchfork, and you too can be hip.
Jack White (of the White Stripes) produced Loretta Lynn's Van Lear Rose a couple of years ago, and that was really good. They also do a good cover of Dolly Parton's "Jolene".
And if you really just discovered The White Stripes, I worry for our nation's youth.
Awesome. I have finally found someone smart who is behind me in music. Ogged, I need you to be my friend. :-)
Uh, no seriously, what got me into the White Stripes was some crazy Gondry music video with multiple drumsets. The Gondry & Jonze music videos collections are both really awesome.
See, since the post used to be below Lab's I thought it was old and ignored, in which case calling the frist poast wouldn't have been so awfully uncouth. Bah.
I think the youth is doing fine; it's the rapidly aging thirty-somethings you have to worry about.
Seriously, the problem is that whenever people say look on X I go look on X, and dislike so much of it that I get discouraged and stop looking. I think The White Stripes are great, but that means I like about five of their songs. I'm just going to be resigned to finding a new band that I like every three or four years.
9: That was my bad, since I'd open the new post window this morning, but didn't post until this afternoon, so I posted, saw that it was out of order, then changed the time.
On the theme of discovering contemporary music, Teddy Thompson's second album is very, very good. I got a copy a couple months ago have been listening to it a lot.
I am so clueless about music that I just discovered the blues. Last night.
My reaction was basically, "oh, that's the missing link between spirituals, jazz, and rock!"
And yes, I know this confession makes me look like a racist twit.
They do a decent cover of "St. James Infirmary Blues," too. As decent as a stringy-haired white guy can do, at least.
Most blues buffs I know of are my age or older and completely white. I'm sure they'd welcome a young Lur with open arms.
I listened to just a few songs and suddenly understood completely how a person could spend the rest of a life tracking down who sang what in which little studio where. Dangerous waters.
The "Lur" thing is played. Try to keep up.
No more conflicted emotions than when going to a hip-hop or blues show in LA and having the crowd be 99% white.
Actually, the crowd I felt most embarrassed for was at the Neko Case show, but that had nothing to do with ethnicity.
Also, second the shock at only discovering the lofirrific White Stripes now. They do indeed have a few good songs, but seem like too much of a schtick band to have staying power.
And the honey is Azeri. Or partly.
Which isn't to say Neko Case was blues or hip-hop. The idea of being embarrassed at a show just made me think of her.
Shouldn't 18 have been by "Standpipe"?
NOT ENOUGH JOLLITY EH?
Caring (or pretending to care) about what is or is not "played" as a matter of hip-ology is so entirely appropriate for a thread where you discovered the White Stripes. It was just gravy that the "Lur" thing is, in fact, played.
I think I'm turning into Michael.
19 - How so? I saw her at Iota, a little club in Arlington, VA, about five years ago, and I can't imagine she's that much more famous now than when she was playing there or the Black Cat.
God, this is embarrassing. It was a compilation called "The Best of the Blues" that I checked out of the public library. Some names: Muddy Waters, Slim Harpo, BB King, Howlin' Wolf, Elmore James...
I imagine there's a lot of unsubtle desire at a Neko Case show.
God, this is embarrassing.
It's a bit odd, but not really embarrassing. I did the same thing with classical music a while back, buying something called "Top Ten Hits of Classical Music." That was enough of that.
Unfortunately, there's not a lot of the old great blues on YouTube. But here's one.
26- embarrassment nothing to do with Neko, who's awesome.
Ogged got it exactly right. The demographic was characterized by longing, beards, and a scattered few annoyed dates who realized over the course of a set what, exactly, it was that their boyfriends dreamt of.
That's pretty great, thanks ogged. But was Robert Johnson buried in four or five different places?
Embarrassment at a Neko Case show I saw last summer: for the reasons in 30, but also her overly sexual between-song banter. I wanted her to sing more, talk about her body less. Everyone was already drooling over her; it was overkill of the most eyeroll eliciting sort.
Yup, that's him (though I'm not sure that's not just another legend).
You know, despite the fact that record store clerks never look down their nose at me (this has a lot to do with judicious pairings I think -- for instance, if I have to buy some golden oldie that everyone else got when they were 13, I also pick out an obscure compilation album, or some well-known artists' least known work -- lots of hipster points accumulate, because then whatever the pop drivel I was buying was, it begins to look properly ironic) I guess I don't get why everyone is so invested in all of this. So you don't listen to Robert Johnson or Son House or the Memphis Jug Band -- there's plenty to be said for having interests that may be narrower, but more focused. Lots of people listen to this or that, and never really get into it. I think the trick with appreciating any type of music is to immerse yourself deeply enough in some aspect or genre so that you can begin to make interesting judgments and comparisons about form and philosophy. On the other hand, if you are so into heavy metal that you view Sammy Hagar as a usurper and apostate, and call for an attentat against him (I heard this about some headbangers in '94), maybe you need to broaden your horizons a bit.
Ogged, that was totally awesome.
Riffing on Jackmormon, one of the things I am most annoyed with about my current disconnected long-work-day parties-on-weekend lifestyle is that there never seems to be time or space for the kind of friendship in which a great love /knowledge of some set of music or literature is shared. In school I got turned on to most genres of music and many genres of books and movies by my friends, and I like to think I helped turn them on to some as well. I feel like if I didn't managed to hit some base--like the Blues, say---before I left school, it's really hard to reach it now at all. I know blogs are kinda making up for it--thanks Ogged!---but it's just not the same as easily stopping by someone's apartment in the afternoon and listening to CDs for a couple of hours. I just don't learn as well from books and Wikipedia, somehow.
That said I've just recently resolved to retrench my knowledge of Film Noir culture and the Rat Pack after reading the crazy story of Bogart's Pandas on wikipedia.
I dunno, I'd think that sitting down and seriously listening to old-school blues once or twice should be (or should have been) part of my basic musical education. I'm not about to become an expert on any field of music, and I'm not really interested in pretending to be one. Still, I wish I'd listened to the stuff I heard last night for the first time earlier in my life.
Mentioning Sammy Hagar and heavy metal in the same sentence makes no sense. He wasn't postate in anything to begin with to be declared a- from, and if he tried to usurp anything, it was the legacy of the decidely not-metal David Lee Roth.
Proper usage in that sentence would be, like Lars Ulrich or James Hetfield, or similar.
Improper and 'too narrow' usage would be like "Svonlars Axson has totally disregarded the true path of Norwegian Black Metal, and sold out to the bourgie pigs of Swedish Grindcore."
Yglesias posts about new bands pretty regularly, and he's a lot more with it than I am, obviously. And I'm sure there are lots of new music blogs, but I don't know what they are, and it might take a while to find someone with tastes similar to your own. And Salon has its Audiophile column, which turns up some interesting stuff.
Isn't the whole "listening to music for a couple hours with someone" thing just a byproduct of adolescent intensity, the recovery of which is impossible (and undesirable)? I mean, I have amazing memories of listening to And Justice for All and various less mentionables with male friends, and some Matthew Sweet album and Document over and over again with a female ?friend, but that's just 'cuz it MEANT SO MUCH. Once you lose that ability to totally drown in earnestness, it's hard to recover...but maybe I just suck.
I've survived by having deals with friends who make me CDs regularly, in return for me lending and recommending them books.
Jesus Christ to both ogged and JM.
JM, you should get an album of Blind Willie McTell's (whose "Your Southern Can is Mine" the White Stripes cover on De Stijl).
one of the things I am most annoyed with about my current disconnected long-work-day parties-on-weekend lifestyle...
I think I speak for all of the parents of small children on this blog when I say that I hate you.
Well just how musically uneducated are you (feel free to reply as a dead president)? Have you listened to basic hip-hop, calypso, ska, reggae, qawwali, gamelan, salsa or classical music from the various major non-Western imperial cultures? If you just don't listen to much that's obscure or out-of-favor, I don't know that blues deserve such a high place in the pantheon of Things You Should Have Heard Already. Sure, they're great, wouldn't have it said otherwise, but there's a lot of great stuff beyond the folk/country-jazz-blues-r&b-rock-etc. tradition and Western European classical tradition that is just as valid and useful.
I think JM's 13 addresses your 42, minne.....
I lived with World Music Guy for a couple years in college. I feel like such a turd but he was so pretentious that I just can't go there anymore. Secretly I don't think I'm missing much. In an mostly unrelated vein I absolutely hate Paul Simon's Graceland, and know I'm a bad person.
Ogged will probably say that that's the wrong Blind Willie and that you want Blind Willie Johnson, and you do want to listen to "Dark Was the Night" (which was on the gold record sent into space) which is probably true. Fun fact: that song is the basis for the soundtrack to Paris, Texas. Obviously, though, JM should just come over to my place the next time she's out west and we can listen to what small but good amount of blues I have on hand.
hip-hop
Yes
calypso
Not so much. Okay, no.
ska
A fair amount
reggae
Just the standard overview
qawwali, gamelan
No clue.
salsa
Lots, but I don't know any names.
classical music from the various major non-Western imperial cultures
Some Indian, Azerbajiani, and Iranian music, but, yeah, there's a lot of cultures whose music I don't know.
I do feel a special obligation not to be an ignoramus about American music, though.
Wow. I know very, very, very little about music, so I shouldn't be surprised, but I have literally never heard the word qawwali. I don't mind not having listened to the things I should have listened to, or at least I'm used to it by now, but I apparently still have a qualm or so attached to not having heard of the things I should have listened to. (And I thought gamelan was an instrument rather than a genre of music, but upon reflection, I haven't got much basis for this belief.)
37: It wasn't me that came up with this admittedly illogical premise. The people in question were presented to me, by a third party, as sort of post-Deadhead traveling headbangers who took all this stuff WAAAY too seriously. I realize that Van Halen is not "really" metal in the same sense that Blink 182 is not "really" punk -- it's music from a related genre that gets lumped in to exceedingly heterogenous groupings by people who don't know any better. So yeah, it struck me as funny at the time that people who were angry and disaffected enough to call for the assassination of rock stars would even listen to Van Halen. My point was that being in a position to make that kind of claim was evidence that these people needed to rethink many of their priorities.
I think I speak for all of the parents of small children on this blog when I say that I hate you.
Aww, don't say that. A thing I hate even more about my long work days is I never get to come over and see my friends' small children during the week. They are all already asleep when I leave the office. :-(
I mean, it's not like I spend all weekend partying. It's that my social life consists almost entirely of a a long party on the weekend. And not much else. And that's great, but that's not. .that great.
Isn't the whole "listening to music for a couple hours with someone" thing just a byproduct of adolescent intensity, the recovery of which is impossible (and undesirable)?
I dunno, I don't think so. I mean, this was in *graduate* school too. I used to have a lot of friends who took their music seriously---parttime DJs , even. Hanging out with them and a cup of tea was usually a very educational experience. It wasn't so much that we were grooving out intensely--it was that they'd play this song for me "oh, you like that? try this," and then when I said, "oh, I like that bass line right there," they'd know some interesting story about the bassist, and it all stuck in my head better.
And if you can stomach the idea of white boy blooz* Roy Buchanan's "Pete's Blues" from (I think) his second album is really amazingly great with the note-bending. (Jeff Beck's "'Cause We've Ended as Lovers", which is not blues and also not written by Beck, but which is very good, is dedicated to Buchanan.)
*which, disregarding the connotations of "blooz", you should, since the whole "authenticity" thing w/r/t to the blues is a late innovation.
qawwali = the stuff that Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan did. (I think.)
Do people in the US know any Qawwali music outside of Nusrat fateh ali Khan?
Gamelan is a kind of ensemble, gamelan music is music written for that ensemble.
I once got a ride from a Pakistani cab driver who was listening to a Nusrat feteh ali Kahn tape. I was so excited that actual Pakistanis listened to him. I thought that it was only a Western World Music guy thing.
43: Yeah, okay, if you just mean "why did I miss out on this obvious connector between American genres I really like?" then I agree that it does sound strange.
47: Well, I dunno if you'd like it or not, but Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan was definitely my pick for Voice of the 20th Century. The album of remixes by Anglo-Asian artists that came out in '98 or so is extremely accessible if you like any sort of dance music.
Qawwali. It sounds pretty awesome.
I do think BW Johnson is the greatest, but I have no quarrel with BW McTell.
Taking music with hair and guitars waaaay too seriously is a grand American tradition.
50: I didn't entirely mean it. However, UnfoggeDCon was the first time I had been to a party that didn't feature pin the tail on the donkey in four years.
I am getting quite knowledgeable about children's music, mostly because it is all I have time to listen to. I've been told I should do more blogging on the subject.
53: I think there's more non-Nusrat qawwali music available than there is gamelan, but both are fairly small sets in most decent record stores I've been to. I'm not even into gamelan myself, just using it as an example of one of those genres that people who like it REALLY like.
Ogged: you should go to metafilter and check out the posts by the user y2karl that are tagged with "music" or "blues", because the dude knows a shit-ton. Here's one about "Dark Was the Night", and one about 78s you can hear online. I think I posted one of his youtube posts here once, actually.
I absolutely hate Paul Simon's Graceland, and know I'm a bad person.
Did you anonymize just for this, G-Fo? We are two of us, we non-appreciators of Graceland. For me, it's probably because
One of my friends, long since axe-murdered by someone with taste, once insisted on putting "Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes" on a mixtape.
Ahem. For me, it's probably because that I don't care too much for chant. Also, "You Can Call Me Al", begins, "A man walks down the street", which is unforgivable.
65: no; hating Graceland is like not being really into dogs, for purposes of sociopath diagnosis (according to some folks) so in general I try to keep both on the DL.
Of more concern is my not caring for any music outside the, uh, Western imperial culture.
I thought Graceland was Rhythm of the Saints, which I like. Graceland is pretty meh. I do like a couple of the songs on it.
I know people other than me care a lot about music, but is it really necessary to use the Dead President Maneuver to reveal unorthodox musical opinions?
65, 66: ...Ah, different worlds, different worlds: I have to hide my fondness for "The Boy in the Bubble" and "The Myth of Fingerprints" from all, because I would be irretrievably branded as both an absolute loser and a supporter of shameful western exploitation. (I mean, the rest of the album ranges from meh to "let the people who know what they're doing perform now, Paul", but I like those two songs a lot. But it's entertaining to hear your tales of a world where This Is Not So.
I just searched this thread for "nude." Bupkis. Can someone please explain the point of caring 68 comments-worth about music, because I think I'm missing something.
Unrelated, but for a couple sliced chicken breasts, making a curry-ish cilantro thing, how much coconut milk should I use? It's VERY IMPORTANT that I not fuck this up.
Which is to say, half a 15 oz can, one, or two? Or none? Because those are only real options.
Music is the only art. SomeCallMeTim has been liquidated. Teofilo has been liquidated.
how much coconut milk should I use
For a stew-type thing, I usually use a whole can. Otherwise...I dunno. Enough to keep them tender.
(Does that make you happier, Tim?)
One of the interesting things about blogging has been discovering that there are people who don't care a lot about music.
N.b. Don't know how used to cooking with curry you are, or who you're cooking for, but beware the Thai curry paste one buys premade. Not all American tastebuds are acclimated.
One of the interesting things about commenting has been discovering that there are other people who don't care a lot about music.
How are you cooking the sauce? Usually you can start out by adding, oh, 3/4 of the can and simmering it with the other stuff and adjusting as needed. Thin with water if you have to. That's, in fact, a good way to deal with the curry paste question: add a little, taste, add a little more, et patati et patata. In my experience, it's hard to really ruin coconut milk-based sauces unless you overseason them or make them waaay too runny.
And here is a tip from my personal romantic past (if that's, you know, why you're cooking): if you screw it up, laugh and call for take-out. I was once completely dissuaded from hooking up with someone because he freaked out about a trivial dinner mistake which didn't matter to me in the slightest degree, but I've never been put off by a disaster handled with confidence and humor. (Of course, you may be pursuing fussier people than me, I guess.)
64 -- I put a song from Graceland on a mix and I would be offended if you murdered me with an axe.
I maintain that, in context, it works.
Qawwali-ish:
Brooks Qawwali party Non Desi Nusrat Jazz cover band.
All stolen from the Mutiny. And, as an aside, I bet Junoon might be a useful rock introduction to Qawwali stylin before diving into the stuff itself.
And yeah, Nusrat was a big deal--in India, anyway, greatly mourned.
i had a great room-mate a few years before i went to college, he worked for the local npr affiliate out west, knew all of the cutting edge music. i learned a lot by following in his wake.
only thing was, his recommendation was pretty much the kiss of death for the tune or artist's commercial success. which was fine by me, cause i really liked the stuff he brought home, and he made up some great mix tapes. (cd's had never been dreamed of them, y'all).
but i did always feel bad for the bands involved. it'd be like--so, dude, whose careers are you ruining now? cause if you like it, then i know it'll be good, and i know they aren't going to be making much money.
yeah, i wish i still had them friends. i'm more inclined to think it's impossible with age, as the jaded commenter above said, than to think it is recoverable, as the unjaded one said.
it'd be interesting to get a date on that bukka white clip: late 40's maybe? just by the style of clothing. but then the style of mike might suggest a bit later, into the early '60s.
the first guy who starts dancing--white shirt, no hat--very interesting that his style is more like the contemporary greek rebbetika. a certain rigidity of carriage through the back and hips; attention to the line of shoulders and elbows, relatively little pelvis waggling. chin can be dropped, but the back of the head is held high. beautiful.
the second guy, with the hat. i showed him how to do that stuff. i can't do it any longer, but he got it from me.
very sweet clip, indeed. music, dancing, and glimpse of a different era.
A comment here says that it was Newport in 1966.
'66? recent as that? well now i *know* he got it from me.
there's still something about the whole ambience that looks to me like these are not people immersed in mass culture. influences are still traveling more by foot and rail than by tv.
If the comment is to be believed, that ambiance is deliberate.
Alan Lomax set this up to capture a bunch of the blues guys that played at Newport '66 (Son House, Skip James, Howlin' Wolf, Huburt Sumlin', Sonny Boy, to name a few) to re-create an old mississippi 'juke joint' atmosphere where they used to play back home.
sigh....
so i been duped. damn.
suckered into thinking manufactured authenticity is authentic authenticity.
oh well. still better to have the clip than not.
Humans interested in an audio recording of Son House performing "Death Letter Blues" can point their browsers here. The recording is taken from this album, which is fairly late.
ben's mention of Wim Wenders invalidates anything he says about the blues. I mean, intellectualize much?
Anyway, once you reach a certain age, learning about "new" music means being introduced to things you should've already heard:
"What!?! You haven't heard this [.mp3]? Or this [.mp3]? Or this [.mp3]?"
(I "selected" those because I'd already uploaded them to my typepad account to share with others, a decent indicator of their needing-to-be-heardness.)
86: You can't fault Lomax, though. Without him, we wouldn't even know how to fake the ambiance.
ben's mention of Wim Wenders invalidates anything he says about the blues. I mean, intellectualize much?
I actually didn't mention Wim Wenders, though I did mention the soundtrack, by Ry Cooder, to a film he directed, and all that I mentioned about that was something that happens to be true, as you can verify for yourself quite easily by listening to BW Johnson's recording of "Dark Was the Night" and then listening to the main "Paris, Texas" theme.
I mean, defensive much?
It wasn't Hagar that did them in: Van Halen was ruined when I was in middle school and Eddie started playing keyboards. At least according to my friends. I didn't take it so seriously. I was the guy who put an "F" in front of every "OZZY" some on had scratched on a desk.
It's interesting that garage rock derivatives was the music of the turn of the century. I was told in the early/mid 90s electronic was supposed to be it.
I have no idea what the kids are listening to now. I suppose the 80s have already been recycled. Or maybe some sort of Pink Floyd, ELP, sort of prog rock maybe.
What the kids are listening to now.
68, 73, 77: The not-giving-a-damn about music thing is something I don't tell people in real life, unless they know me well enough to realize it first-hand. I can't think of much else about myself I'm ashamed enough to conceal, but I conceal this because of the amount of really inexplicable aggression it provokes.
People say shit like Standpipe's 73 all the goddamn time, and often don't really appear to be kidding. I've never understood why -- does Armsmasher get hostile at people who don't care about painting?
But if you're wondering why you don't know a lot of people who don't care about music, it's because the rest of you have berated us into trying to pass.
(That sounded crankier than I meant it to -- particularly as directed toward Standpipe. I just meant to point out that the reason people who aren't interested in music seem thin on the ground is that there's a shitload of social pressure, at least in my social circles, to have strong musical opinions of some sort.)
I won't berate you, LB. But I will assume that you're an alien from a hostile planet, until you prove otherwise.
Apropos of nothing, I just have to say that every time I see the title of this post, the Goo Goo Dolls song of the same name runs through my head. It's getting really annoying.
94: LB, my sympathies. I purposely avoid social circles with that kind of pressure, because it's really rude (not like anyone on this thread is being; I'm talking about very condescending remarks), but in some professions it's probably unavoidable. Ugh.
I note with some amusement that this was posted in the future.
LizardBreath has been liquidated. Witt has been liquidated rudely.
With more that I don't know how to change the posting date.
LizardBreath has been liquidated.
You know what I really want them to play at my funeral?
I don't give a damn! Klezmer, opera, R&B, Scandinavian death metal. What the fuck ever.
Go to Customize The Display of this Page at the bottom of the Entry screen, and you should be able to check the option to see the posting date/time.
This isn't the place to come out of the closet, LB.
I don't give a damn! Klezmer, opera, R&B, Scandinavian death metal. What the fuck ever.
In the interest of awesomeness, I propose you have them play some Akwid. Great use of tuba, and there's chicks wrestling in the video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FP9oQQ1_AsA
OK, this is really obnoxious shit, and I'm cutting it out.
Judgmental, but not imperious; such a sad combination.
I actually just took the kids to see Happy Feet, a heartwarmingly insipid movie about the only penguin without the ability to sing his own, heartfelt, song. I would have been inspired, except that my problem isn't being tonedeaf -- I can carry a tune reasonably well -- and that I can't dance either. But I was rooting for the leopard seal to eat all the rest of the penguins.
Sometimes I listen to the Spanish radio station just to get my fix of tuba-supplied bass lines.
Is liquidated worse than being banned? Because that would be excellent. First you get the fruit basket, then you get banned, and then...wow.
Btw, I was quite certain NBarnes was a man, but then I realized that's more from reading him on Pandagon (?) than anything he's posted here.
Judgmental, but not imperious; such a sad combination.
I care about people's feelings, you towel-snapping robot.
Is liquidated worse than being banned?
I flatter myself to say: Much, much worse.
towel-snapping robot.
Labs' gym truly has everything.
110: Don't you mean caterpillar-gluing?
Ooooh. I flatter myself to say I am pleased to be among the first of the Unfoggeditariat* to be liquidated.
*sp?
"Towel-snapping" scanned better.
This would be the time to say that while I have thoughtful and well-developed opinions on several musical genres (sorry, LB), I still don't fully understand what y'all mean when you talk about scanning.
I care about people's feelings
You self-abnegating hater, we all care about people's feelings; it's what you do to them that matters.
(I should note that I don't think I've ever snapped a towel at anyone--though I did have a towel snapped at me, in a locker room, when I was naked, by a guy in high-school who was known as "a closet heterosexual.")
self-abnegating hater
Help me to actualize myself.
You'll note I'm posting all these comments in full pseud regalia, which means they're funny.
Coming in late.
There's no better way to get up to date than to listen to that noise your children call music. (When they get past the raffi stage, that is).
115: Scansion isn't music, it's poetry -- the rhythm of stressed and unstressed syllables in a series of words. When a limerick isn't working right, it's because the stresses are falling in the wrong place -- the scansion is messed up. (If you're googling, 'metrical feet' will also get you the same information.)
And I am delighted for people to have intense musical opinions. I just don't want to be expected to care on my own behalf.
listen to that noise your children call music.
What if your kids aren't cool?
You mean like if they're obsessed with Sheryl Crowe?
listen to that noise your children call music
121 -- Oh, I'm sorry. Is anyone here raising kids who are not (or will not be) cool?
To make it easier on some of you all (I'm looking at you, LB), let's stipulate that all the kids have to do to be 'cool' is be cooler than at least one parent. Coolness and hotness being relative terms and all.
Qawwali? I think I got some female qawwali around here is that possible? Klezmer? Y'all call this a music thread? I am going over to Berube's place and read about Charlie Watts.
Music this week:Nick Drake, Waylon Jennings, Kevin Coyne. I keep trying to move beyond my youth (altho I never listened to these in my youth) but its like trying to move past modernism. I mean, like why?
"Beyond my youth"?
I try some of the time. I'd have liked going to this, though.
16: I'm quite sure I'm younger. THough still completely white, of course...
101 - brililant. Why is it that all these people are obsessed with their funerals? I've said that I won't care because I'll be DEAD and got funny looks. I live with a music-lover, and he's being a strong influence on at least half the children, so there'll be someone else around to choose something appropriate.
I've never understood the appeal of Graceland either, and I like Paul Simon. I don't mind it; it just seems like something of a toss-off project.
Curry turned out great. Agree that a fussy cooker is a pain to be hosted by, especially when they think that the meal is the key to getting some lovin'. So even when I think that, I take pains to conceal it and get a little buzz going beforehand in order to remain chill.
Mmm, and I get to have leftovers now. Wish I had made more rice, though.
The White Stripes used to open for Sleater-Kinney. I don't know what relevence this has to anything but, of course, I feel the need to say it.
You seem to have misentered your domain name, Becks.
ogged, if only you had listened to me eighteen months ago, think how much less uncool you could be.
18 months less uncool! I did look up any Unfogged White Stripes references before posting this, but that wasn't really an endorsement, so I didn't give you credit.