Nov 29, 2002
Don’t blame your baby’s binging on the bass-bins
The good thing about elderly men who get their economic and political information from right-wing talk radio is that they’ll be dead soon. Yeah, it’s part of the whole “being a human being” thing, but I can’t help but think their impending death is the stark fist of evolution rearing it’s beautiful head, clearing the way for the rest of us smug bastards.
I’m gonna be on the radio tomorrow. 9AM – 12PM Central. KTCU in Ft. Worth. One-upping my dear old dad’s Camper Van Beethoven with Hot Snakes.
Recent purchases:
–> Lifter Puller Soft Rock: Double disc collection of singles, comp tracks, and their first two LPs. A hard-rocking librarian friend turned me onto these guys a few months ago, and ever since, I’ve been slapping my head for getting into them earlier. If Les Savy Fav and Bruce Springsteen got together, they would make a baby named Lifter Puller. Highly recommended.
–> The Fruit Bats Echolocation: Been meaning to check this out for a while, but finally had the impetus since the Generals will be doing some dates with them in January. It’s only had one spin (albeit while I was cooking and doing a million things), so it hasn’t really hit me yet. Quite pleasant.
–> Come Eleven: Eleven: Since picking up Gently Down the Stream, I’ve been working my way backwards through Come’s near-spotless catalog. The lead-off track, “Submerge” is perfect in every way: it rises out of a fog, settles into menacing groove (oh, how I hate that word), then just explodes like compelling rock music should.
So now I’m trying to find a Lifter Puller song without the word “fuck” in it, so I can spew it across the Ft. Worth listening area (all 3000 watts) tomorrow.
So there!