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Wed Nov 25 09

Since we’re going to be on the show in a few days, I’ve been poring over other bands playing on the Fallon show, and was lucky enough to stumble across this, a very recent performance (last Saturday) of “(I Don’t Want to Go to) Chelsea” backed by The Roots. Great arrangement (even with the unlikely sousaphone) and Costello looks and sounds as good as ever (although he’s looking more and more like Joe Strummer the older he gets).

Web Exclusive! Elvis Costello Performs “(I Don’t Want to Go to) Chelsea” - Jimmy Fallon’s Video Blog

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Sun Nov 22 09

When the French give the Belgians a cheese award, you gotta pay attention. Gotta get a hook up with this Achelse Blauwe… Catharinadal | eerlijke kaas

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Fri Nov 20 09

What Album Are You Most Looking Forward To Next Week?

Self-serving? I have no idea what you’re talking about. I voted for “Various Artists.” But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t vote for Jawbox. I think we win a turkey or something if we can take out Ike Reilly.

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Tue Nov 17 09

Amazon.com: Laptop Steering Wheel Desk: Electronics

Look at this product and then read the user reviews if you want to laugh and laugh and laugh. And laugh.

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Mon Nov 16 09

Dining alone. It seemed like a great idea at the time. But apparently, Texas, or at least this part of Austin, scorns sidewalks. So I offroaded here, dodging traffic and tree roots in the gloom (they also scorn streetlights) on the ten-minute walk down Arboretum Boulevard to the … What is this place? It’s neither a strip mall nor an office park. In the mid-November darkness, it’s a neon sign on the opposite side of a parking lot. But it’s noisy and warm. The football game about which I care nothing is on the silent flat screen above the bar, and large tables of mostly women, blonde and Texan, chatter against the noise in way that allows me only to hear accents, not words. The ceiling here is immense, vaulted and barn-like, with exposed trusses and faux-rustic knotty pine, amplifying the voices into a babble of volume, a violence of talk. Across the room, another solo diner, a woman, fifties and alone, rifles through the sweetener boat, clearly missing something. A desperate, failed attempt to flag down the busboy: “Sir, Sir, SIR!” yields nothing. Maybe “hermano” would have worked. The toddler at the next table staggers like a frat boy at a kegger, coughing loudly on my shoe. “Remember how we taught you to cover your mouth?” No, he doesn’t. Neither do I. Neither do I.

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Tue Nov 3 09

Push, Push … struggle!

I love Jaz Coleman. There were those who dared to think that Jaz and Killing Joke had lost their edge by the time Night Time came out in 1985. The sound may have matured, but the intensity is only barely dialed back half a notch from the first four records. For my money, this particular track pushes the aggression past where many of the songs on Fire Dances ended up. And what a riff.

Killing Joke - Eighties (via CarolineRecords)

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Mon Nov 2 09

A couple days late for ghost notes, but they’re no less fun than they would have been on Halloween. Purdie’s a master. And he’s clearly enjoying himself.

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Thu Oct 29 09

Peter Gabriel, Radiohead, Neil Young, Bon Iver, Others To Release Covers Album - All Songs Considered Blog : NPR

Yeah, I could get excited about this. Although getting some new material from some of these people (Gabriel, Bowie, to name a couple) would beat covers … but I guess you take what you can get.

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Thu Oct 15 09

Team Ownership Doesn’t Mean What You Think It Means, Rush

Consider the word “hate”: I really, really have to hate someone, hate everything they represent, say, and do, before I can say it out loud, let alone, in public or to their face. It’s easy to say you hate Rush Limbaugh in private - there’s so much to hate - but it’s kind of like flipping someone off in the car: when there are no repercussions, like the person who cut you off actually engaging you in a debate on driving etiquette, you can go around hating all you want. It’s impotent hate, rhetorical hate, stage hate. Real hate comes from a place where repercussions are immaterial. So I could say, “I hate Rush” to you, but could I say it to Rush if he showed up at a family gathering as my niece’s date? There’s big fat cigar-chomping Rush, playing with babies, petting the dog, and helping my sister load the dishwasher. Could I at that moment walk up to him, yank the stogie from his porcine jowls, and pointedly utter the H-word?

Probably not. So I leave it to the good folks at ASSME to write clever, biting blog posts like this one, “correcting” Rush’s assumption that owning the Rams would be like owning slaves. Sharp, perhaps unfair, blatantly slanted, but … funny.

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Wed Oct 7 09

My last post was too political and depressing. This one is much more fun.

Hard to believe that a scant two-odd months after this performance in 1982, Andy collapsed on stage in France and shortly thereafter swore never to play live again. An incredible shame; the talent of these guys live was only outshone by their brilliance in the studio. He looks to be enjoying himself immensely, but apparently, that look is deceiving.

XTC - Yacht Dance Live (Old Grey Whistle Test) (via theradiator)

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