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Photos taken today with my new Palm Zire 71:


Blurry. But handheldy.

Yo Debi! Thanks!

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Remind me to beam you something when we're in San Antonio. Did you get a keyboard for it? If not, do so. They rock. Who needs a laptop when you got that?

Posted by cbd @ 01/09/2004 10:29 PM EST

You know what I'm talking about "j" (if that's even your real initial). I'm talkin' about crazed cyclone, ugly screaming, lowfi-because-lowfi-is-all-we-got rock from the era before raw/k music became ROCQ. I'm talkin' about Rocky & the Riddlers. I'm talkin' about The Suedes' "Thirteen Stories High" turned up so loud that your giant speakers blow and your mother pounds on your bedroom door and tells you to TURN IT DOWN! I'm talkin' about music that turns squares into greasers with one short note that punctures your solar plexus. I'm talkin' about jammin' to S.E. Hinton's Rumblefish, with Pony Boy callin the shots all night. . .

Wait. What were we talking about?

Posted by the blogging bandit @ 01/09/2004 06:04 PM EST

My blog has been hijacked. I have no clue what this post is about.

Posted by j @ 01/09/2004 04:12 PM EST

Songs that time forgot

Hey, kids. Remember garage rock? Remember plugging in amps and swallowing a face full of feedback? Remember the scream? Yeah, I bet you don't. That's cause garage rock has been locked up and tossed in the attic like an old fur coat that still stinks from spending a night on the wet lawn. Why not turn down that White Stripes CD in your twenty-disc CD player rotation and listen to these? Go do some archive work, kiddies, and stop chewing the ClearCom fat.

You can start with . . .

The Mods: "You've Got Another Thing Comin." This song is everything that 60s garage rock is supposed to be. I wish this song could somehow retroactively appear (embodied) in 1998 and punch that lead singer from Cake right in the face.

Huns: "Shakedown." I can't figure out if the singer is a boy or a girl. A very androgynous voice sings these lines in a very bored voice, with a very smooth guitar line playing in the back. But then--whoa--sudden explosions of screaming. This is what a shakedown is. Moments of punctuation. Explosions and a return to the steady bassline.

The Illusions: "City of People." This is an old Detroit garage group, much like (good) Stones mixed with the Kinks. Few songs rock better than this one. Steady, rocking, throbbing beat. The levels are turned up so loud, almost to the breaking point. The Strokes and the White Stripes surely copped their acts from this song.

Posted by a displaced blogger @ 01/09/2004 04:09 PM EST

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