5 posts from May 2007

Which band or artist which is no longer performing or alive would you have loved to have seen?
Submitted by Rev Stan.

my bloody valentine

The one and only fabulous MBV.  I've heard stories.  But most of the stories are about how people ALMOST went, and didn't, or maybe used to know someone who did.

I remember reading an article in MAGNET a few years ago (it was a big issue devoted to the shoegaze era) where a guy told a story about seeing them live.  During the 30-minute extended-jam of "You Made Me Realise," the sound got so BIG/LOUD/distorted that it actually made him VOMIT.

To me, it just sounds like love.  So yeah.

Hey Kev-- forget about the follow-up.  How about reunion tour??

Audio: Show us your favorite movie soundtrack. 
Submitted by miyagawa. 

I hope this isn't too twee, but I love Yann Tiersen's score in Amélie.  Ooh that rhymes.  I actually heard "Si tu n'étais pas là" today at lunch, sitting next to the carousel in Bryant Park.  Wolfing down a baguette.

I might as well let my francophile freak flag fly.

The whole reason, the raison d'être in fact, that I came to love it was that I heard the Third Eye Foundation remix of "La Dispute."  It was like I had heard the song somewhere before and couldn't put my finger on where but anyway it was really freaking me out and then I remembered.  This track is from the album entitled I Poo Poo on Your Juju.

La Dispute (Vs. Yann Tiersen)

The Third Eye Foundation

Can someone give me a tutorial on how to get the pretty pictures on the audio?  Thanx.

Over at We♥Music there are a ton of versions of this song.  Check it OUT.

It's not there, but this one is my favorite.

Night & Day

Everything But The Girl

I didn't realize the other versions were so... NOT sad. I wish I could put in the cover art for Tracey Thorn's A Distant Shore but apparently the technology for that does not yet exist.

There is also this, Day and Night, not the same thing at ALL but very good nonetheless.  Remember when there used to be records that could scare you? Like things that you couldn't listen to at night, because you would get too freaked out?  Sonic Youth's Sister was one for me, but I worked my way up to it.  I think most of Movietone would also fit that bill.  What a great idea for a QOTD...

Day & Night

Movietone

Ok in case there is going to be any confusion, this is Lo Librarian.  Not LOLbrarian.  There is an "i" in there.

In case anyone was confused.  In case anyone reads this, in case anyone Googles it and is looking for amusing PhotoShop tomfoolery and can't find it and is now completely and utterly bereft of laughter, misspellings, and improper syntax.

I think this was just a QOTD but I passed on it because I didn't want to have to give the following lame explanation:

Lo because it is short for Lauren.  It was my nickname in high school and is now a term of endearment used mainly (only) by my parents.  And like three other people from high school that I still talk to on a semi-regular basis.  You can call me Lo though, for sho'.  I'm a ho for the fro-yo. 

Librarian because that's what I am, it's what I do, it's the air I breathe, the dewey I decimal, the engine I search, the taxes I onomize.  Also because I was not creative enough to come up with another unique online identity for myself.

I always thought the fact that it starts with LOL was nice.  It alludes to my humorous nature, my ability to "laugh-out-loud," as it were.  Maybe I will change my middle name to "Olivia."  And maybe I will name my firstborn "Rotflmao."  It sounds almost French.  Rautflameaux!

It just occurred to me that I have a very intimate relationship with my corner bodega.  And when I say intimate I don't mean INTIMATE, just that the Arabic dudes there only really get to see me in my weakest, most vulnerable moments.

The first time we met, really, was the night I moved into my apartment and was robbed.  Yeah.  Like the purses in the front seat of the rental van were stolen out of the rental van in a moment of horrible, bitchy confusion and exhaustion.  One of the guys there said, oh yeah we've seen him (the crook) hanging around on this corner before.  He's on drugs.  I remember screaming at them a lot.  I remember standing on the corner on the payphone outside the bodega in my bathrobe, because for some reason after tossing and turning until near dawn I had to call collect to wake my dad up and give him the full inventory of things in the bag.

*sobbing*  $80.  cell phone.  old keys.  *hyperventilating*  friends' apartment keys.  30G 3rd generation iPod.  *wailing*  credit cards.  driver's license.  library book.  Jack Gomme *voice cracking* purse.  favorite discontinued lip balm.  ...etc.

The bodega guys have also gotten to know me through a few bouts of food poisoning and other maladies.  They've sold me Pepto and cold medicine and Gatorade and saltines and those teething biscuits, which I had to return since they were WAY expired.  I haven't bought any food items from them since then.  The rule of thumb is don't purchase anything with a visible layer of dust on it.

The bodega guys have sold me pack upon pack of cigarettes and tubs of Ben and Jerry's, bought in fits of madness, usually as a result of boy or work troubles.  They've seen me hung over, and drunk, and morning after'ed.  I guess the logical next step is to become one of those regulars who stands inside scratching lotto ticket after lotto ticket.

I love you, bodega men.  I have no idea what you are saying to each other when you see me stumble in every so often, but I feel a special fondness for you all the same.