I have a friend back in Seattle who told me that once you get to the age of 30 you tend to only listen to music that you have heard before. I can't remember the percentage but is was high. I was talking to Mrs Tommy aobut this at the weekend and she said she would give anything to get back the feeling she got when she heard the Pixies for the first time.
I'm not sure I have a record like that in my past. Anybody got one of them?
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Well, the first time I heard the Pixies was right perplexing. A friend shared my confusion. We were big fans of the label they were on: 4AD, same label as Cocteau Twins, Dead Can Dance, etc etc etc. Anyway we were real confused by this new EP by a new band out of nowhere called The Pixies. One of our main stumbling blocks was that there was cursing in the lyrics. That didn't seem to suit our idea of what should be on this label. But in no time, we were both convinced this was a brilliant and quite different sounding band we'd just heard.
Now I shall likely have to pull out Vamos. And it's all because of you.
Now I shall likely have to pull out Vamos. And it's all because of you.
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hmmm... I think it was The Cure's Pornography ... and I was in jr high. My insane bf at the time was obessed with Bauhaus and the Cure. A mutual love for Bauhaus and Joy Division would have appeared to be the foundation of our realtionship, but in the end, I probably like The Cure more than he does.
The Pixies might be a cloes second though.
That and Oasis's Definately Maybe, which I like more and more the older I get. It still seems to be one of the best albums to have for simple background music while people are around.
The Pixies might be a cloes second though.
That and Oasis's Definately Maybe, which I like more and more the older I get. It still seems to be one of the best albums to have for simple background music while people are around.
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Jesus is coming back
and if you hear the new kATE bUSH YOU WILL KNOW THAT jESUS IS COMING BACK HOME SOON
NOSTRADAMUS WHO PREDICTED THE DOWNFALL OF THE TWIN TOWERS SAID THAT PEACE WOULD REIGN ON EARTH AFTER THE 30 YEARS WAR AND HE WAS RIGHT AND KATE BUSH TELLS YOU SO THAT JESUS HIMSELF WILL RISE AGAINN ON HEARTTH
and if you hear the new kATE bUSH YOU WILL KNOW THAT jESUS IS COMING BACK HOME SOON
NOSTRADAMUS WHO PREDICTED THE DOWNFALL OF THE TWIN TOWERS SAID THAT PEACE WOULD REIGN ON EARTH AFTER THE 30 YEARS WAR AND HE WAS RIGHT AND KATE BUSH TELLS YOU SO THAT JESUS HIMSELF WILL RISE AGAINN ON HEARTTH
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Marky had way too much to drink the night before Thanksgiving is what happened. And he did things he wished he hadn't done. But he is wiser now and will survive.
No seriously paxaciders, I was thinking today in a completely sober state that I don't want people to think here that I've chosen the Christian religion. I think it's more that, if you're going to FEEL god, then you're just going to process it first as the God that people around you know the most, rudimentary, like a dream. I had a moment about two weeks ago when I saw the sign of a cross on the lights outside near businesses, I mean it was really thick and everything, very pronounced as if it had been planned, a Las Vegas version of a church, but the reality is there is no church outside my window on the main street there, even in the daytime. It's not just that but a lot of things lately that are just wigging me out. I *FEEL* GOD. That's all I can tell you is I FEEL it. I listened to a Kate Bush interview today with Manchester DJ on BBC radio named Mark Radcliffe and though it basically only played 50-75% of each song on her new album "Aerial" I still felt as if I was going to cry. And I did a few times. There was a tree that used to be in the front yard of the house across from mine when I was a teenager and this tree was in the shape of a cross. It was very, very tall, I had to lean pretty far into my window to see the top, but it only had a few branches along the entire tall trunk that appeared at the very top, the widest across it looked like a cross. I stared at that tree as I played, well, god-like records on 4AD like Cocteau Twins and Dead Can Dance. But never mind all this is irrelevant.
All I really wanted to say was that I wish I could talk to Tommy this evening by phone but it's too late for the night. I didn't end up going to see Donovan as planned because I decided it cost 50 dollars and that was too much. I have no idea what his latest album sounds like, so guilt on me but some of his mid-70's stuff really blows (his best album is "Open Road" from '71 - definitely made for folks that wouldn't touch 60's folk, it rocks a bit more). Anyway, my neighborhood friend named Paul came over to my house for the first time tonight, we had a blast playing each other several UK punk/post-punk things. But he made me promise him it was a Kate Bush free zone, and I feel as if I've suffocated without dying. A world without the new Kate Bush? Man, what kind of world is that?
He also doesn't like the Fall. I played him early Fall cause he
thought he might like it more but he made no comment on it at all. Of course I didn't get to play him "Dice Man" which I regret now and is one of my main "get them into the Fall once and for all" songs.
This all probably sounds like a blog. But I like to write special blogs for friends rather than shout it from the rooftops. Not that there's anything wrong with having a regular blog. I just can't be bothered. And don't you hear me say that in an English accent the way my brain hears it? Do I really have to pull out the amazing song called that by The Charlatans? (or the Charlatans UK as they're called here, annoyingly)
THIS IS THE REASON I AM AFRAID I AM A HIPPIE
FOR REAL I AM AFRAID THAT I WILL BECOME A HIPPIE SOON
AND IF SO I WILL BETRAY THE PUNKS AND THEREFORE< THE POST PUNKS AND THEN...? WHO AM I THEN IF I AM A HIPPIE?
Do you think if someone sent George W. Bush a toad, it would all change?
No seriously paxaciders, I was thinking today in a completely sober state that I don't want people to think here that I've chosen the Christian religion. I think it's more that, if you're going to FEEL god, then you're just going to process it first as the God that people around you know the most, rudimentary, like a dream. I had a moment about two weeks ago when I saw the sign of a cross on the lights outside near businesses, I mean it was really thick and everything, very pronounced as if it had been planned, a Las Vegas version of a church, but the reality is there is no church outside my window on the main street there, even in the daytime. It's not just that but a lot of things lately that are just wigging me out. I *FEEL* GOD. That's all I can tell you is I FEEL it. I listened to a Kate Bush interview today with Manchester DJ on BBC radio named Mark Radcliffe and though it basically only played 50-75% of each song on her new album "Aerial" I still felt as if I was going to cry. And I did a few times. There was a tree that used to be in the front yard of the house across from mine when I was a teenager and this tree was in the shape of a cross. It was very, very tall, I had to lean pretty far into my window to see the top, but it only had a few branches along the entire tall trunk that appeared at the very top, the widest across it looked like a cross. I stared at that tree as I played, well, god-like records on 4AD like Cocteau Twins and Dead Can Dance. But never mind all this is irrelevant.
All I really wanted to say was that I wish I could talk to Tommy this evening by phone but it's too late for the night. I didn't end up going to see Donovan as planned because I decided it cost 50 dollars and that was too much. I have no idea what his latest album sounds like, so guilt on me but some of his mid-70's stuff really blows (his best album is "Open Road" from '71 - definitely made for folks that wouldn't touch 60's folk, it rocks a bit more). Anyway, my neighborhood friend named Paul came over to my house for the first time tonight, we had a blast playing each other several UK punk/post-punk things. But he made me promise him it was a Kate Bush free zone, and I feel as if I've suffocated without dying. A world without the new Kate Bush? Man, what kind of world is that?
He also doesn't like the Fall. I played him early Fall cause he
thought he might like it more but he made no comment on it at all. Of course I didn't get to play him "Dice Man" which I regret now and is one of my main "get them into the Fall once and for all" songs.
This all probably sounds like a blog. But I like to write special blogs for friends rather than shout it from the rooftops. Not that there's anything wrong with having a regular blog. I just can't be bothered. And don't you hear me say that in an English accent the way my brain hears it? Do I really have to pull out the amazing song called that by The Charlatans? (or the Charlatans UK as they're called here, annoyingly)
THIS IS THE REASON I AM AFRAID I AM A HIPPIE
FOR REAL I AM AFRAID THAT I WILL BECOME A HIPPIE SOON
AND IF SO I WILL BETRAY THE PUNKS AND THEREFORE< THE POST PUNKS AND THEN...? WHO AM I THEN IF I AM A HIPPIE?
Do you think if someone sent George W. Bush a toad, it would all change?